✦ Cosmic Courtroom: When the Id, Ego & Higher Self All Try to Speak at Once

✦ Cosmic Courtroom: When the Id, Ego & Higher Self All Try to Speak at Once

You know those moments where you feel like three wildly different versions of you are all trying to run the show at once?

Welcome to the Cosmic Courtroom... where the Id is slamming shots of impulse, the Ego is scrambling to file press releases, and your Higher Self is calmly sipping lightcodes in the corner, waiting for you to breathe and listen.

I’m currently standing right in the middle of this internal circus.

✧ Exhibit A: The Tattoo Sleeve

I have an appointment scheduled this Thursday. Not a haircut. Not a facial. A full-on conscious, multidimensional tattoo sleeve... one that would reclaim, reveal, and re-code some of my oldest scars with sacred geometry, cosmic keys, and my soul's blueprint woven right into my skin.

And yet… as the date approaches, I find myself spiraling into what I can only describe as a galactic-level identity ping-pong match.

Let me introduce the panel:

🧠 The Ego (AKA: My PR Rep)

“Let’s think about this logically. Forever is a long time. What if people misinterpret the symbolism? What if you change your mind? What if your arm is too visible during a PTA meeting or event?
This voice wants safety, reputation management, and doesn’t love surprises. It’s not against the tattoo. It just wants to make sure it comes with a reversible contract, three testimonials, and a return policy.

🔥 The Id (AKA: My Inner Wildchild)

“Do it. Now. Go full phoenix. Get it all done at once and throw in a face tattoo for fun. Shave your head. Burn sage in the waiting room. Let the owl hold a dagger. Let's get witchy.”
This voice does not care about social optics or logistics. It just wants the thrill. The transformation. The dopamine spike of doing the thing.

👁️‍🗨️ The Higher Self (AKA: The Council Rep of Chill)

“It’s already written in your field. The body knows. The markings are not decoration... they’re declaration. You’ve walked with these codes through lifetimes. This isn’t rebellion. It’s remembrance. Trust the timeline.”
Cue soft flute music and the smell of Palo Santo wafting in from another dimension.

✦ Meanwhile… In My Nervous System

All of this internal dialogue is happening while Earth is getting blasted with solar wind from a coronal hole (of course), my spine feels like it’s picking up old Morse code from Lemuria, and time doesn’t seem linear anymore.

I’m overstimulated, undernourished, and strangely inspired all at once. Which is, ironically, exactly when our inner courtroom starts tossing objections like candy.

✧ Dolores Cannon (aka DC) Would Say:

“The subconscious is not just the memory bank. It’s the record keeper of all lifetimes. And when it’s time to remember something... you’ll feel it before you understand it.”

DC didn’t play. She knew that discomfort often means we’re brushing up against a breakthrough. That anxiety isn’t always a red flag... sometimes it’s a frequency adjustment.

✦ So… What Do You Do When You Can’t Tell Who’s Speaking?

Here’s a practice I use when the courtroom gets loud:

1. Drop into breath.
   Not performative “Instagram yoga” breath. Real breath. The kind that moves your ribs and makes you remember you have lungs and a body and a choice.

2. Ask: Who’s driving?
   Is it fear? Is it desire? Is it divine timing? Identify the source of the voice, not just the volume.

3. Check the signal, not the noise.
   Sometimes your Id shouts but your Higher Self hums. Just because one voice is louder doesn’t mean it’s more true.

4. Give them all a seat, but not the steering wheel.
   Honor each part. Let them speak. But remember: you are the consciousness that chooses.

   So, yes—or maybe not yet.
   

   Not because the Id is demanding it, or the Ego is panicking, or even because the Higher Self is beaming down green lights from the 9th dimension.
   But because something deeper is stirring, something ancient, encoded, and personal.

   And maybe the real power isn’t in the decision itself…
   But in the way I’m choosing to stay present, curious, and fully in conversation with all parts of me.

   That, in itself, is a kind of liberation.

   Even when the answer isn’t clear... I am.

   Whether you’re deciding on tattoos, breakups, new timelines, or just what to eat for dinner, you are more than your instincts. You are more than your anxiety.

You’re a quantum being in a human body navigating a multidimensional courtroom with courage.

And if it gets loud again tomorrow (because it will), that’s okay. Just breathe. Listen. Choose.

And maybe… bring snacks to the next hearing.