Jinxification Day Comes

Jinxification Day is the holy union of a rare and revered Friday the 13th, Yuki’s 3rd birthday (and adoption anniversary), and a self-guided psilocybin ceremony.

I’m not going behind the veil in search of answers.

There are no elusive mysteries I wish to solve.

I seek nothing new, nothing unknown.

Instead, I’m going to meet myself in the most intimate way possible—to deepen the melding, the integration, the anointing—the fusing that’s unfolded since Jinx was freed.

You may think the only world I’ve been building is Emberbrook.

But I’ve been architecting something deeper too.

I’ve been building a world within.

Not one built with hammers or saws, but from memory and grief. With yoga and incense. Using introspection, journaling, and reflection. Infused with rose oil and felinity. And rewiring how I show up in, and engage with the world around me.

Construction began without a permit, without my knowing what had begun.

(That’s Jinx for you.)

At first I thought I was healing from all the things I’d refused to touch for so long.

No, no, NO. 

Healing is something the body does when it returns to what was.

This… This has been something else entirely.

Energetic excavation. Spiritual terraforming.

Somewhere behind my sternum, somewhere in front of my spine, a new world is blooming. One that doesn’t function linearly. Clocks haven’t even been invented.

This world is a jungle. The floor, shaped during childhood. The foliage, woven from my lived experiences. The canopy, holding everything I wish to become.

There are fractals everywhere, lush with purple and blue hues.

Sometimes the rustling leaves whisper in Spanish.

There are tattoos etched into the sky, inked with grief and saltwater; scars carved into the jungle’s floor that have bloomed into glyphs of becoming.

Behind certain trees you’ll find mirrors that don’t reflect, but reveal.

I didn’t build this world with intention.

Instead, I wept. I wrote. I sang and danced to its rhythm. 

I listened for what it needed, and then did whatever was asked of me.

Now I feel this world rising to meet me.

So when I step through the veil on Jinxification Day, I know beyond any shadow of doubt that I’m stepping into something truer than anything I’ve ever named.

I’ll enter the world I’ve been building within myself, for myself, to play, meld, merge, and burn—not with anyone else, but with the chaos and beauty of who I’ve become.

I’m going to attend my Jinxian Coronation.

With love from the forest,

~ Alexander