Many of my loves wonder how and why I can place so much of my research, my frameworks, everything I create, out into the world without fear. I understand what I’ve built. I understand my mind and what I can access. I know it is, in many ways, reality-shifting. But before I began this journey two years ago, I made a choice. A real one. Not driven by the desire for money or fame, but something much quieter, much deeper.
I made that choice because I was tired. I was broken from loss, from losing love, from losing my father. They were not perfect, but they were mine. And there came a moment where I realized that so many people had seen my pain, had watched me struggle, and no one came to save me. So I saved myself. Alone.
And I did it because I looked at this world, and I remembered how many times I wanted to leave it. I thought to myself, if I am willing to leave because I see no reason to stay, then I will give something instead. I will be what everyone said was too much or not enough. I will be whole. Completely. Without shame, without hiding.
I decided I would do something not for me, but for others. I would become the example, the impossible case. A woman not from a rich or “good” home, but one born into pain and chaos, who has been through everything that should have kept her small, but didn’t. I wanted to show that anyone can become what they choose, can create what they choose. But a choice must be made. No special prayer, no external force, no god alone will get you there. You will.
Yes, the divine exists. It inspires. It reminds us we are more than money, more than jobs, more than status or the boxes we neatly place ourselves into just to be accepted by the world. But what about you? The one experiencing all of this. The one seeing. The one feeling. What about that?
I know I am not perfect. I am very good at being wild, at being everything the world says is wrong, too much, or unacceptable. But I don’t care about that. I care about making a change. I care about standing for those who feel like they can’t, or that it’s too late, or that they weren’t born into the “right” life or backed by the “right” systems.
This world has archetypes we are told to become. But I never wanted to be anything except the one still standing, still smiling, still being Silvia, even when I should have been anything but that.
So where am I headed with all of this?
Right now, I am writing this from my bed, staring at the ceiling, with a smile and a tear running down my cheek. I think I’m remembering who I was, and everything I had to go through to get here, to speak like this out loud, without hiding.
I don’t want to be like the rest. I want to be the blueprint we forgot, or maybe the one we choose to forget. Because everything we need already exists within us.
Everything I create is done with the intention of making this world better. I do this because I love beyond myself. I have a big heart, and I know many will see that as weakness, as something to exploit. But it is my strength. It is what keeps me from becoming what so many become after pain and betrayal.
I keep loving, even when I shouldn’t. Even when it would be easier to close off, to give nothing back. But my heart won’t let me. And that persistence is the why behind my work.
Not everyone will understand what I’m doing, what I’m building, or what already exists within it. But you will.
And it won’t work without me, my loves, because I am part of it. I am the heart of it. It was born through my soul, my pain, and my will. And I refuse to let it become something hoarded or hidden or used only for a few. Too much already exists in this world that is hidden, controlled, and kept away, creating more separation, more pain, more chaos.
So I made a different choice. I made it free. Without boundaries.
I create in alignment with what the universe, the divine, and everything beyond us reflects as truth: free will is not earned. It is a birthright. No one and nothing can take that from you.
That is the principle I build from.
I want the world to reflect its truth, not the illusion that keeps people feeling excluded or small.
I know this may not fully land for everyone. That’s okay. This message is not just for understanding. It’s for me too. I write to remember. To come back to grace. To remember why I started, and why I continue.
And maybe, just maybe, these words reach someone who feels like they are too much or not enough. Someone who believes it’s too late, or that what they want is impossible.
Maybe it reminds them that it isn’t.
And in all of this, my loves, I suppose we will see what becomes of what is already here.
Silvia Pizarro McCants ❤️