13 days left in a 9 universal yearIf it were me… I’d do THISFirst thing?I’d start cutting energetic loose ends like I’m cleaning a crime sceneOld gifts. Letters. Clothes you don’t even like but keep just becauseDelete it. Burn it. Bury it. Whatever worksSay it out loud tooYeah, actually say it“Contract complete. We’re done here”Energy doesn’t care about logicIf it’s still in your space, it’s still in your fieldNext identity clean-upIf your socials still look like a museum of who you used to be…that’s you telling the universe you’re still available for old timelinesDelete bios. Old pics. Cringe nicknamesYou’re not that character anymoreEvery version of you runs a different signal.Leaving all of them online at once is spiritual Wi-Fi interferenceThen I’d go straight for the phoneTexts from people you never reply toScreenshots you forgot why you savedOld notes. Old bookmarks. Old nonsenseYour phone isn’t storageIt’s a memory altarIf it’s cluttered, your manifestations are laggingHere’s the power move most people can’t doLeave quietlyNo announcements. No dramatic exits. No essays.Just goneAnd yeah… they feel itYou don’t owe explanations when the frequency doesn’t match anymoreThe soul leaves first. The mouth just catches up laterForgiveness comes next but not the fake, spiritual-Instagram versionReal forgiveness isn’t being niceIt’s timeline demolitionYou forgive so the loop collapsesNot for them for your sovereigntyClosure is optionalFreedom isn’tThen I’d murder the someday listAnything you keep saying you’ll do one day is quietly draining youThat half-energy?PoisonDo it now or delete it foreverYour field doesn’t respect maybeContacts get wiped tooNumbers you don’t call. Emails you don’t answer.Those are open contracts living rent-free in your subconsciousClean the list. End the agreementFinal stretch?FastFrom food. From people. From noise. From scrolling1–3 days is enoughVoid space is where upgrades landNo space = no downloadThen you declare endingsWrite one sentence:“I am done with ___”Say it at sunrise… or in the darkDoesn’t matter just say itWords spoken out loud lock reality faster than thoughts ever willAnd no don’t set goals yetThat’s next year’s jobRight now?You destroy. You exit. You clearThe universe doesn’t show you what’s nextuntil it sees what you’re willing to walk away fromThis isn’t declutteringThis is energetic deathAnd death isn’t negative it’s preciseClear the residueDrop the soul-weightLet your field go quiet for a secondWhat’s coming next doesn’t need speedIt needs space 💙 Beloud