It’s October 14, 4:44 pm, on a sunny afternoon with a light breeze, and I’m currently enjoying my daily walk along the Swamp Rabbit Trail in my hometown of Greenville, South Carolina. It came to my attention a few moments ago that I’ve got some explaining to do. I owe it to you, but even more so to myself. I’ve written many times as my alter ego, Modest Psychic of Magenta Sea, but I’ve never taken the time to properly introduce myself both in origin and purpose. So let’s take a few minutes to put the rumors to rest. Yes. I can see things before they happen. Yes. I decipher rhythms and reverberations across space time. Yes. I have not experienced a creative block in over three years. No blocks whatsoever. How is this possible? I must be joking, right? It’s not as impossible as it sounds. It’s actually rather simple once we map our algorithm.
I have fully activated my intuition, imagination, and intellect combining them into a force, a triad, of monumentally exponential proportions. Sunrise is warmer. Majestic. Starry skies are brighter. Gleaming. There’s an understanding breath of God found there across the cosmos, but also within each of us. We were born from pure starlight. We’re never alone nor blind in the dark. That’s where truth lies hidden until we’re ready to combine the two into one. The less I look the more I see. God has always been my friend since before I was born a full month early. He told me the meaning of life was that this current life is all about boot camp. He also reminds me quite often I have never required a church, pastor, preacher or any other mediator in order to convene with Him.
What is a Modest Psychic of Magenta Sea? It’s a three-fold story that began with Apple. Years ago I was assigned the monicker as my Game Center gaming tag. Little did I know what it became to mean once my mind awakened three years ago free from lithium’s curse. My daughter knows my truth and even made me some amazing hand-drawn stickers for my birthday. A hot sauce bottle, a UGA G logo, and a wizard wearing a robe covered in eyes floating above a magenta ocean on a breezy day. Yesterday under the early autumn sun I had another awakening.
At 4:44 just by chance, of course, while walking on the Swamp Rabbit Trail I revealed to myself what exactly is a Modest Psychic of Magenta Sea. It is, quite simply, the key to my life path. Through activated intuition, imagination, and intellect I’ve arrived at a complete mind soaring across skies of endless stars. Let’s take a look at that time, 4:44 pm. This number is associated with protection, guidance, and support. It informs one’s own divine path as being on course and true. The number 444 is often seen as a spiritual sign associated with protection, guidance, and encouragement.
Quite appropriate that I was mentally processing, digging deeper into the origin of my own nickname. 444 is believed to symbolize balance, stability, and harmony, suggesting that one is on the right path and supported by divine forces. Three years ago I asked God to show me “blatant signs” that I was, in fact, on the right path. The next morning He responded with a barbaric “Yawp!” Just as the compass rose guides ships at sea, the lighthouse alerts them during stormy seas. On maps lighted buoys are shown as magenta discs, or flares.
These flares are also used to mark lighthouses and other fixed pilings or structures. They have no nautical direction as they are fixed in place. Compass roses are typically shown in the color magenta on navigation maps. Magenta stands out better than red. Magenta is a nautical purple. A red or blue night light is used on boats and ships, and magenta is much easier to see in this night light according to Captain John on YouTube. By navigating my own magenta flares I am made aware each time I pass one along my journey. It’s no mere accident, and certainly no coincidence. Happy accidents abound resounding, concluding that my efforts were well spent. Being able to decode their riddles certainly assists with my design efforts. It’s funny that sometimes I see the solution in my mind. Then, once complete, I notice other little niceties.
I live following happy accidents revealed by these markers and guideposts, predominantly when I intervene to influence their outcome. They reveal patterns to me everywhere I traverse. Sometimes I follow them on a mind bending chase down the rabbit hole. But sometimes, sometimes they reveal more truths about myself. How we all relate to the universe, also us as a whole entity. I revel in these daily discoveries. I’m just following what my senses have begun deciphering just moments before I awoke. That’s when I see reality in its most pure form before the distractions attempt to taunt and confuse my thoughts. I’ve gotten better at keeping them at bay, but I needed to apply a stronger defense. The solution was simple, clear. Unplug and don’t look back. Inhale deeply. Then exhale. Now I can breathe again.
Recently I closed the doors on my social media presence, and it’s been the mostly rewarding experience of true freedom from the ghosts in the machine. Those ghosts have evolved into phantoms preying on our very lives. Suicide is front and center more now than ever before. There’s no going back to that way of life riddled with anxiety and depression fueled by the negative, dark forces now steering the social narratives. I am fifty-three years old and have nothing to prove to anymore, even myself. Every day I consistently show up to be my own creator of worlds. These worlds are those I want to see and share with you. The places I want to call home. Endless streams of ignited gray matter floating southward into the deepest recesses of my imagination.
There’s so much more to life than meets the eye. The truth is out there. It’s not hiding, but only a small handful of us can see it. We had to make the decision to leave the streaming socials and find focus among what is unseen. What’s seen is temporary. Unseen is eternal. It’s quite the opposite of look at me social media. That existence craving attention locks us into prisons of the mind. Limited. There is hope if we’re willing to accept the consequences. Once we’re willing to see reality for what it truly is there’s no closing our eyes again. It hasn’t been easy to be able to see everything. Pair that with my INFJ DNA. Limitless.
An INFJ master manipulator is also a natural born master detective. What is INFJ? According to the Meyers-Briggs system’s indication the INFJ personality type is the rarest, sporting just 1.5% of the world’s population, and also my own. Introverted. Intuitive. Feeling. Judging. It’s a difficult way of life compared to many others with more common designations. INFJs are known to have severe difficulty with large groups of people. I get disoriented and seek solace in solitude. Even artificial intelligence has a difficult time parsing the elusive INFJ.
My mind has expanded over the past three years so exponentially that I can't even compare it with any manic or hypomanic delusion of grandeur or hallucination nor any sort of drug induced revelation. It’s just there and it's ablaze, but I don't get burnt anymore. I actually have the ability to raise and lower the flame. It all depends on how much I feed it with pure oxygen. It’s all in the breath. Learn to breathe, and you’ll be able to birth your own imagination into a reality beyond an previous conception. Trust me. It’s such a satisfying place to be. Freeing our minds is the first step to true enlightenment. This isn’t fringe. It’s front and center. There’s no way to ascend without removing the tethers holding you down. Remember, you weren’t born with them. They’re man-made and brittle.
We have to rise out of it. We have to stop in the midst of all of it and center our mind on our breath. The next time we open our eyes while coming out of this meditative state we will witness that we’ve risen. We’ve flown right out of that pit on our own breaking free of any gravitational force that worked against us. Say adieu to anxiety and deeply depressive states that no amount of meds and therapy can rescue us from. Escape that bottomless pit. We can’t climb out of it using any earthly means. We must first admit it exists. Then we are equipped to rise out of it. Our wings weren’t clipped at birth. They were hidden.