💖 A River of Love (and High Freq Glam) Runs Through My Veins

“A river of love runs through my veins, coming from the god in me.”

This isn't just poetic. It's power tech in lyric form.

It's a gentle mic drop for your nervous system.

It's the moment in the movie where everything slows down and your aura gets a close-up.

Because here’s the truth:

Love isn’t a destination, a reward, or a swipe-right away.

Love is what you are. 

Yes, even before coffee.

Even in your robe (maybe especially in your robe).

Even when your group chat is quiet.

The Source Within (aka Divine WiFi)

When I say “a river of love runs through my veins,” I mean it literally and metaphysically.

This body? It's not just muscles and matcha — it’s divine circuitry.

It’s tuned to feel, radiate, and create — just like your favorite playlist, but made of cells and stardust.

Love is the baseline frequency.

It’s the etheric bassline that never drops out, even if your mood does.

It’s what keeps your blood flowing, your heart open, and your snack game strong.

Even when you’re tired, grumpy, or questioning the entire simulation — that current of love is still humming.

Always available.

Always special.

Even in sweatpants.

“Coming from the God in Me”

That part? That’s the holy plot twist. It's not just a vibe, it's a truth.

You’re not waiting for a cosmic telegram.

You are the fucking telegram. Signed, sealed, and glitter-coded by you, the source.

You don’t need a full moon ritual to prove it (though do that and light a candle if you want).

The god in you isn’t hiding on a mountaintop. It’s in your eyes, your breath, your memes, your midnight voice notes, your higher consciousness, fun, techno-pop songs from Vess on your playlist.

And when you live from that place?

Everything shifts.

You stop asking, “Where is love?”

And start saying, “Oops, it’s leaking out of me again — someone get a sparkly bucket.”

From Separation to Oneness

Here’s the thing: a lot of human suffering comes from cosmic amnesia.

We forget.

We think we’re cut off.

We believe the lie that we’re alone, or not enough, or too much, or too weird.

(Newsflash: being “too much” is usually just being accurate.)

But there’s nothing missing in you.

You’re not a puzzle with a piece lost under the couch.

You’re a full-blown frequency beam with temporary doubt.

And when you remember — even for a second — you come back into alignment.

You stop performing for love and start radiating it.

Love stops being a transaction and becomes a transmission.

Love as the Original Frequency (BPM: Eternal)

This is cosmic origin love.

The kind that formed galaxies and baked it into your bones.

The kind that isn’t worried about looking “put together” — it’s too busy flowing like a boss.

Like a river, love doesn’t ask for permission.

It doesn’t wait for a DM.

It doesn’t need your vibe check.

It flows.

It nourishes.

It dances around obstacles and eventually finds the ocean again.

When you stop trying to damn it up with old beliefs, your life starts to feel like art.

You notice your own beauty again.

Your laugh gets louder.

Your ideas get weirder (in the best way).

Your timeline starts looking like a Pinterest board curated by your soul.

The God in You (Not Just a Hashtag)

This isn’t about ego.

This is about essence.

You’re not out here faking it till you make it (but it's ok to start it that way)— you’re remembering it till you beam it.

Creation didn’t stop.

It’s still unfolding through you.

In every voice note you send, every outfit you rock, every stranger you smile at — that’s God work. That's YOU work.

So next time you forget, remember: You don’t need to “find” love.

You are love.

Wired for it.

Built from it.

Streaming it in 4D HD from your bloodstream.

As the lyric says (and your higher self confirms):

“A river of love runs through my veins, coming from the god in me.”

Now go flow like the fashionably awake soul you are. 🌊✨