🦋 Sovereign AF: A Neurodivergent Mystic’s Guide to Freedom & Sanity

I was born aware — like someone dropped a cosmic radio into a body that was two sizes too small and forgot to give me the instruction manual. The human world always felt like a crap fit. Beautiful, yes. But dense. Loud. Full of static.

They called it dyslexia, ADHD, sensitivity, overthinking, too much.
I called it a bad connection to home.

But I get it now — this is the experiment: to hold divine frequency inside fragile human circuitry and not blow a fuse.
To be sovereign in a world that profits from compliance.

✨ What Sovereignty Really Means

Sovereignty isn’t just about owning land or politics — it’s about owning your light. True sovereignty isn’t about ruling land — it’s about ruling your inner kingdom. It’s the courage to govern your own energy, choices, and truth with integrity and love. It’s free will in action. It’s the ability to say:

“I trust my inner authority more than the noise of the world.”

Spiritually, sovereignty is divine consent.
It’s the choice to align with Love — even when the Matrix is throwing shade, distractions, and narcissists your way.

It’s not rebellion. It’s remembrance.
You remember that your soul is not property.
You remember that God (the real Source, not the angry bureaucrat of the Old Testament) gave you the same creative fire that births galaxies.
And with that spark comes responsibility — to wield it wisely.

🜂 When You’re Too Big for the World You’re In

Being sovereign means sometimes you’ll outgrow your environment.
You’ll vibrate differently. You’ll see through the simulation.
You’ll realize you’re not here to fit in — you’re here to upgrade the code.

I’ve lived seven-year cycles that end with collapse, homelessness, rebirth.
Each time, my wings grow back stronger.
Each time, I remember: sovereignty doesn’t mean safety.
It means trust.
It means living in alignment with your divine GPS, even when the coordinates look insane.

Bleep: “You mean, like trusting Google Maps after it sent you into a lake?”

Tré: “Exactly, but with more angels and fewer tow trucks.”

💫 Sovereignty Is a Full-Body Yes

It’s taken me 62 Earth years, several dimensions, and one stealth van named Studio 3 to understand that sovereignty is joy.
Even when the world is unraveling, there’s peace in knowing you belong to something infinite.

I am infinite consciousness in a temporary costume.
I am solar fire and Gaia clay.
I am here to bring music, color, food, laughter — because joy is rebellion in a world that feeds on fear.

My sovereignty is my song.
And every day I sing it louder.

🌻 The Golden Age of the Weirdos

There’s a fire goddess in me now — Queen of Swords in one hand, ladle in the other — carving through illusion, stirring something new.
I’ve been apprenticed by archetypes: Hecate whispering in crossroads, Aphrodite bathing my wounds in love, Lilith teaching me to say no without apology, and Mother Ayahuasca holding my trembling hands as I learned to forgive the past.
The ocean has been my mother — Yemaya, Oshun — she taught me how to flow.
The mountains, the volcanoes, the rivers — they are teaching me how to rise, root, and roar.
This Earth is alive with codes, and when you listen closely, she’ll tell you exactly where to stand.

I am standing here now — between the realms — alive, awake, and ready to build something beautiful with whoever hears this frequency.
Because maybe you, too, have felt like a foreigner in this world.
Maybe you’ve been punished for your sensitivity, mocked for your kindness, or told your vision was too big for the room.
Maybe you’ve been surviving instead of living.

But here’s the thing: you’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
And your becoming is holy.
That ache in your chest is your sovereignty waking up, remembering the sound of your own original song.

🦋 An Invitation to the Leopard Lodge

So I’m building something — slowly, bravely — a sanctuary for sacred weirdos.
A Leopard Lodge for the ones who never fit in: artists, neurodiverse dreamers, starseeds, recovering workaholics, wounded healers, late bloomers, blues singers, and the magnificent misfits who still believe laughter can save the world. I’m calling you home.

If this resonates — if you’ve ever felt what I’m saying in your bones — I want to hear from you.
Send me your story, your song, your art, your prayer, your poem, your dream.
You can email it, or make a short video and tag me on YouTube.

Let’s build a movement together — a joyful revolution of music, color, healing, and humor.

We are the ones who will teach the world to work less and love more.
To grow food and community instead of fear.
To sing again.
To dance like our spirits remember how.

Because this — this van, this voice, this moment — is just the beginning of a Golden Age that belongs to all of us.

💭 Contemplative Questions

1. Where have I given away my authority to others — and what would it feel like to call it back?

2. What does “freedom” look like from the inside?

3. How might my unique sensitivity or neurodiversity actually be the key to my spiritual strength?

With love, music, food, art, and fun,

Tré Taylor & Bleep the Tattoo 🎭✨

Bleep: “Sovereignty means you get to choose your own weird — and own it proudly.”