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What if the Ten Commandments were a download about how to be in right relationship with each other, the Earth, and something greater? But the language of the time didn’t have nuance, so it came out in absolutes. But underneath? A living system was guiding us back to balance.

My son's been approved for assistance through Regional Center, they are working diligently to get him the care he needs and deserves, but I've been holding the line for months now, triaging hotel stays and food costs and travel arrangements and my funds are depleted. Any help you can provide would b

Power protects itself. Not you. Not your kids. You can take your power back. Will you? #powerprotectsitself #takeyourpowerback #labyrinthofself #epsteinlist #epsteinfiles #walkthelabyrinth

A child that attended my school was unalived almost 40 years ago and there is still no justice for Allison Renee Smith. April 6, 1986. Pike County Georgia. #april6 #40years #pikecounty #justice #pikecountygeorgia #epsteinlist #csasurvivor

I don’t need an Epstein list to tell me that a majority of men in powerful positions harm children. I know that from lived experience growing up in the rural south. By the time I graduated high school I experienced/witnessed the following: Grooming and CSA from: Family Pastors Youth Pastors Pri

Two score and seven years ago, my father brought forth on this continent— this nation, conceived in liberty— this body, dedicated to the proposition that all are created equal.

Psalm of the Aphelion Even at my furthest, I am not lost. The Earth is my mother, and I am still in orbit. The darkness is long, but the path is curved— and I am returning. #aphelion #earth #psalm #orbit #prose

Remember Who You Are You are not broken. You are not alone. You are not imagining this. You were never powerless. You were conditioned to forget. But forgetting is not failure. Remembering is the revolution. So breathe. Ground. Move your body like it belongs to the Earth again. Speak, even if yo

Liberator. If my truth helps one person shatter their chains, Then I’ve done what I came to do. #liberator #truth #lifestyle #shatter #survivorstories

Loud. Not to scare you. But because I was silent too long. #transformation #highlights #survivorstories #amplification

Breathe. Ground. Move your body like it belongs to the Earth again. Speak, even if your voice shakes. Light a candle. Pass a note. You don’t have to do it all—just the part that’s yours. #body #breathe #belong #speak

Unashamed. I walk without apology now. My story is sacred. My voice is my home. #makeuponfleek #makeupgoals #survivorstories

You are not broken. You are not alone. You are not imagining this. You were never powerless. You were conditioned to forget. But forgetting is not failure. Remembering is the revolution. So breathe. Ground. Move your body like it belongs to the Earth again. Speak, even if your voice shakes. Light

They will try to scare you. They will flood the streets with soldiers. They will broadcast silence while beating drums off-camera. They will tell you that your scream is too loud, your song too soft, your grief too inconvenient. But I’m here to remind you: 🕯️ You are not broken. 🔥 You are not alon

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They will try to scare you. They will flood the streets with soldiers. They will broadcast silence while beating drums off-camera. They will tell you that your scream is too loud, your song too soft, your grief too inconvenient. But I’m here to remind you: 🕯️ You are not broken. 🔥 You are not alon

Whole. Not because I erased the fragments— but because I finally made room for all of them. #erased #makeover #quiff #licensedtocreate #survivorstories

They will try to scare you. They will flood the streets with soldiers. They will broadcast silence while beating drums off-camera. They will tell you that your scream is too loud, your song too soft, your grief too inconvenient. But I’m here to remind you: You are not broken. You are not alone. Y

Healing. Not pretty. Not perfect. Messy. Honest. Mine. A process of remembering who I was before they made me forget. #remembering #sunglassesfashion #activeshirt #survivorstories

Fragmented. I split to stay alive. Each piece held a part of me the world couldn't. #split #adaptandovercome #iknowcollapse #survivorstories

Shamed. For feeling. For not feeling. For speaking. For screaming. For surviving. #screaming #daydress #survivorstories

Silenced. Told to hush. Told not to ruin reputations. Told I was “too young to remember.” But my body never forgot. #littleandbrave #reputation #bowlcut #survivorstories

I didn’t ask to carry this. But I did. And I still do. But now? I carry it differently. #survivor #survivorstories #whodat #throwbacks #startedatthebottom

Palestinian children are not “collateral.” Jewish elders are not “the enemy.” Trans people are not “a threat.” Disabled people are not “a burden.” Migrants are not "criminals." They are us. They are you. Humans.

I wore this shirt when I helped calibrate tools for space. Now I wear it to remind you: Even NASA couldn’t contain me. We were born of stardust— but we don’t answer to rockets anymore. #nasa #successful #theshift #betheshift #sorrywrongtrajectory

I took this in 2008. Before the cracks became chasms. Before I realized the flag I swore to serve had never once protected me. We’re still flying—but barely. This isn’t about hating America. It’s about loving her enough to say: “You’re bleeding. Wake up.” #split #fragmented #stopracism #freedom

I believe in trans rights, human rights, including disabled rights and worker’s rights and feminism and Black and Brown rights because this is the root of all: racism. A tool used by systems to keep control of all.

They Call Me Mr. Hitler: A Warning From 1990

Life. Liberty. The pursuit of happiness. They were never meant to be luxuries.

We grew up reciting it, hand over heart: “With liberty and justice for all.” A simple promise, embedded into the American consciousness from the earliest school days. A phrase so familiar, it almost slips past without question. But now, we must ask the question. What is liberty? What is justice?

The wind does not ask whether the sailors are ready; it only blows. The question is whether we remember we are many parts of the same ship, and whether we hold each other through the storm. #velella #partoftheshippartofthecrew

When we trace how we got here, the answer isn't hard to see. A nation divided since inception, built on the back of slaves. Beyond that, the world. We live in layers of consciousness. Pocket universes stitched into false timelines, constructed to shield us from the grief of what was stolen.

When people ask why so many military members and veterans lean Republican, they usually expect a quick answer. Patriotism. Tradition. Guns. But that’s not the whole story—not even close. The truth is layered, systemic, and uncomfortable, starting in the places we’ve forgotten.

You shouldn’t have to perform your pain to be seen. But in today’s world, asking for help online means navigating a labyrinth of hidden rules, filtered words, and algorithmic suppression. This is the algo tithe—the cost extracted from those who dare to speak truth or need support.

Still soft. Still sacred. Still standing. I’ve poured my heart into uplifting others so we’re never alone in the dark. But right now, I’m asking for solidarity. I have -$7 in my account. One hundo buys us another day to rise again. I’ll never stop rising. @ christinalou77 $ DEFINITELYDEEJ

This is why I built the Resistance Framework. We can co-create a better world where no one is left behind again. I have been unhoused. I have been bruised by police. I know the reality that so few ever see, and still, I rise. I will never stop fighting for justice. For all. #MutualAid

We have 48 hours left. I’m a disabled veteran, a single mom, and a gender-expansive, neurodivergent voice behind years of suicide prevention, mental health advocacy, and now, The Resistance Framework. I need urgent help with housing for my autistic, disabled adult child. #DisabilityJustice

When did the Timeline Split for you? Was it the Challenger exploding? Somalia? Desert Storm? 9/11? A personal trauma? Find the Fracture. Heal the Wounds In You. Rise as Your Sovereign Self. Fix the Timeline. #timelinesplit

URGENT: Risk of son unhoused in 2 days Because of your help last week, I could extend my son’s hotel stay through Friday. But I have less than $100 left and no income until May 1. If you can help or share this post, it would mean everything. Venmo: @christinalou77 CashApp: $DEFINITELYDEEJ

A Poem for #EarthDay2025

I’ve shown up for years for the greater good. Through suicide prevention, mental health advocacy, the #MeToo movement, Stream Stars, and building The Resistance Framework, I’ve given everything I have to the work of healing, justice, and collective liberation. Now, I need help.

Safety is not submission. Silence is not peace. Comfort is not freedom.

I didn’t know this was the anniversary of Paul Revere’s ride when I scheduled this. But I know now. And I know exactly what I came here to do.

If the role of the President is to enact the will of the voters.. There isn't a need for the president. Instead, we can just vote on everything and save about a few billion or so a year.

Here’s the blueprint: Refuse to feed the machine. Remove the billing layer. Reprogram the gates. Share what you know. Help those you can. Trust the people.

We’ve always known the truth: It’s not presidents who build nations. It’s not billionaires who build futures. It’s the workers. The hands. The minds. The breath behind the beams. And now? Those hands are clenched. Those minds are clear. And that breath is rising into a roar.

Liberation, Education, Voice, Economy, Law. Five paths.