They Don’t Like Me, But They Want My Light

Let’s talk about it.

Because I’m tired of pretending I don’t see what’s really going on.

Some of y’all want to stay connected to me for the benefits but not for the bond. You want my presence, my insight, my intuition, my power, my clarity. But not me. Not the full me. And you think I don’t notice.

You’ve talked behind my back.

You’ve sided with people who’ve tried to break me.

You’ve thrown subtle shade in rooms I was never in.

And now you’re confused about why I don’t call, why I don’t come around, why I don’t pour into you like I used to.

It’s not that I’m mad.

It’s not even that I’m hurt anymore.

It’s that I saw the truth.

Spirit showed me everything I needed to know, in dreams, in conversations that circled back to me, in the way your energy shifted when I started rising.

You were never clapping for me. You were clocking me.

You were never trying to support. You were trying to study and copy.

And the wild part is, after all that, you still feel entitled to access my light.

You want my spiritual downloads.

You want my calm in the middle of your storm.

You want my words to soothe you, my gifts to bless you, my presence to validate you.

But let’s be real, you never respected the source of that power in the first place. You tolerated me while I stayed small. Now that I’ve expanded, I’ve become a threat.

And still, you play dumb.

You act surprised when I withdraw.

You ask mutuals why I stopped coming around.

You pretend to be clueless about the role you played in creating this distance.

But nothing you did was in secret.

You weren’t slick.

The betrayal always has a scent.

The energy never lies.

And spirit always speaks — even if I don’t.

Let me be clear.

I’m not bitter.

I’m not angry.

But I’m done offering soul-level access to people who have proven they can’t be trusted with it.

Being spiritual doesn’t mean being a doormat.

Being intuitive doesn’t mean ignoring the red flags.

I am allowed to protect my peace.

I am allowed to go silent.

I am allowed to move with discernment, not guilt.

So if you’re wondering why I don’t hang out anymore, why I don’t call, why I don’t read for you, pray for you, or check in like I used to — just know this: I see you. And more importantly, I see me now. I no longer offer my medicine to people who tried to poison me.