Life, the Throne, and the Screws It Throws

theCurr3ncy Code: BlogCast

Life, the Throne, and the Screws It Throws

Oh buddy…

Ever since I accepted the call to be “the blogger,” my whole frequency has shifted. I swear, I’m being handed everything I’ve ever asked for — just not in the ways I imagined. And yet... it's perfect.

Anyway — and this is important — if you’re really tapped in, you’ll feel what I’m about to say.

As I swatted a random fruit fly away from my ear (where did it even come from?), I had to laugh. I haven’t seen one of those in years. Strange, right? But that’s how signs show up — small, weird, and right on time.

Back to it.

Monday, I had an encounter. Someone I know — someone who thinks they’re doing right by me — reached out. I know their intentions might be soft, but energy don’t lie. I left it alone. Didn’t press. Didn’t interfere. And now I see why.

Because sometimes, silence is the protection.
And sometimes, it’s the portal.

Things fell into place perfectly after that. I got exactly what I needed — not before, not after. Divine timing. No bitterness. Just clarity.

Here’s the thing: I’m completely aware. You’re completely not.
And that awareness? That’s the edge.
That’s the code.

People have motives. So do I. The difference? I’m aligned with mine.

No hard feelings — just the knowing.
Because once you realize how powerful you really are, there’s no going back.
You stop forcing. You stop chasing.
You sit on your throne, collect your screws, and build the damn kingdom.

They treat you like you're crazy because you see.
They think you're intense because you feel.

But the truth is... they don’t even know they’re asleep.
Clocked in. Zoned out.
Moving through the matrix like it’s church.
Smiling in ignorance.
Dismissing the storm like it ain’t a sign.

But I’m wide awake.
And the freakiness? It’s not random.
It’s revelation.

Everything I’ve seen, everything I’ve felt — it’s all come to pass.
Since I touched down in Chicago, the codes started unlocking.
My auntie’s words? True.
My visions? Facts.
The places, the people, the patterns? I called it before it happened.

Even the chaos…I clocked it.
Two years at a job, and then my soul starts screaming. Every. Single. Time.
Doctors playing games?
Lawyers moving shady?
Baby, I saw it.

And when I say lives will be rearranged — I mean that with grace.
I don’t move for revenge.
I move with revelation.

Sometimes, you’re the mirror someone refuses to look into.
They can’t handle the truth you carry, so they project, dismiss, or try to harm you.

But here’s the twist:
They’re not hurting me.
They’re screwing themselves.

Because I am theCurr3nt.
And I keep flowing.
They’ll stay stuck where they’ve always been.
Me? I’m already gone. Already risen. Already becoming.

“You thought you were throwing screws. But you were threading your own downfall.”

People will try to shake you.
Stall you.
Jam your frequency with noise.

Life throws screws — chaos, confusion, delays, distractions — designed to test your alignment or sharpen your edge.

But the throne?
The throne throws screws too.
Not out of chaos, but with command.

When you're seated in power, the screws you throw become tools of construction. You’re not reacting — you’re initiating.
You’re not spiraling — you’re structuring.

Same screw. Different frequency.

What breaks one person becomes the bolt that fastens your next level.
That’s the code of theCurr3ncy.

It’s not about what life throws — it’s about what throne you’re sitting on when it lands.

But what they don’t realize is:

Every screw they throw?
You turn it into sacred fuel.
You keep building.
You keep flowing.

Because you?
You’re the current.
And the current doesn’t pause for broken bolts.

So let me say it plain:
Don’t be a screw and screw yourself, you hear me?

Everything’s different now.
The eyes I see through.
The air I breathe.
The way I know.

This?
This ain’t real.
This ain’t the final chapter.
This ain’t even the timeline I agreed to.

It’s a blurp.
A skipped frequency in a multiverse I didn’t choose.
A moment I’m moving through — not meant to stay in.

I sleep in the same bed,
In the same timeline,
In a body that’s already halfway ascended.

But I wake up remembering there’s more.
Because there is more.
I’ve felt it.
Touched it.
Jumped to it and back again.

I’m not stuck.
I’m just passing through.

A glitch in the script before the next breakthrough.

Because the real room?
The real throne?

It’s already built.
I just ain’t moved in yet.

—theCurr3ncy Code: BlogCast