
Granny Frass Speaks: The Worldβs Gone Wobbly and Iβm Not Having It…
Well now.
Iβve been bursting to get a word in. Up here, the viewβs clear, the teaβs hot, and the ancestors are all sitting around shaking their heads. And let me tell ye something: the worldβs gone wobbly.
Itβs like someone pulled the thread out of the jumper and now itβs unraveling faster than Fanny McFox on discount day at the chemist. And Iβm not talking about one or two wee slip-ups. Iβm talking about a full-blown epidemic of disconnect.
Theyβve Been Programming You, You Know…
Aye. You heard me.
Youβre not broken, youβre programmed. Since the cradle, youβve been fed a steady diet of βyouβre not enough,β βbuy this and youβll be loved,β βdo this or youβll be left behind.β
Well let me tell you, back in my day, we didnβt need an app to tell us when to breathe. We knew how to walk barefoot on the earth, dig spuds with our hands, and laugh βtil the tears came. And now? Half the world canβt sit still without a screen lighting up their face like theyβre a slot machine.
Disconnected from the Earth, Each Other, and Ourselves…
Youβve all wandered off, not just from each other, but from your own selves. And itβs not your fault, love. The worldβs loud, and the noise is deafening.
But do you know what happens when you stop listening to your own soul?
You forget who you are. You start believing that your worth lives in your job title, or your waistline, or how many likes you get for a dinner you didnβt even enjoy.
Itβs Time to Wake Up and Put the Kettle On…
So hereβs what you do, if youβre feeling lost:
Turn off the noise.
Go outside.
Put your hand on a tree and your bum on the grass.
Make a cup of tea with leaves, not labels.
And for the love of all things holy, stop taking advice from people who make money off your misery.
πΎDarcifer adds with a low growl from the beyond:
βSniff the air. Trust your gut. And if someone makes you feel small, piddle on their lawn, metaphorically speaking, of course.β
A Wee Bit of Truth from Your Granny Frass…
You were born enough.
You donβt need fixing.
You need remembering.
Who you are. Where you come from. The land. The stars. Your wild, weird, wonderful soul that canβt be captured by algorithms or nine-to-fives.
βHealing,β I always said, βstarts with honesty.β
And sometimes, the most honest thing you can say is:
βThis isnβt working for me.β
So say it.
Say it to the noise.
Say it to the programming.
Say it to the life that doesnβt fit anymore.
Then come find me by the campfire, Iβll be the one with the flask of tea, a deck of oracle cards, and a laugh that could raise the dead.
Because love, the world might be off its rockerβ¦but you donβt have to be.
– Granny Frass

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