8. YOUNIVERSE

Jun 27

I stop waiting for the world to change —
as if it has to move before I rearrange.
Everything changes when I take my mirror back.
This is my Universe.
Yours is waiting behind your own glass.
(This is my Universe.)

[VERSE 1]
The mirror won't smile until I do first.
I ask for abundance while believing the worst.
Fix every thought, outrun the pain.
The more I resist, the more it remains.
I think I can hide what I reject.
The source knows my heart,
not the words that I say.
So I learn to sit with my body and listen inside —
Where am I clenching?
Where do I hide?
Breathe into my belly.
Soften my jaw.
Unfurrow my brow.
The mirror reflects what I hold in my brain.
It waits in stillness beyond the resistance.

[PRE-CHORUS]
If I see judgment, I'm taking the measure.
If I see lack, I'm ignoring my treasure.
I'm my own detector.
I look where it's easy to find.

[CHORUS]
This is my Universe,
What I give out is what comes back.
Universe.
I must be selfish enough to care how I feel —
that's how I make my new world real.
If I've asked for a lot, then a lot must change.
I think about what's working out for me.
Universe.
Always asking for more.
(More. More. More.)

[VERSE 2]
There's really only two emotions,
what feels good and what feels bad.
The more I push, the harder things get.
Mood of worry pinches me off — I notice the clamp.
I use the contrast.
It sharpens my ask.
Every "not this" is fuel for my expressed purpose.
I thank the no for showing me the yes.
When I stop trying to force my way through,
I sit with my body and ask what is true.
When I let go, my thoughts get quiet.
The world doesn't change — but I come back.
Suddenly, nothing feels off-track.
I feel what I feel, and that leads the way.
I ask myself daily:
"What am I seeing, and what am I needing?"
If I want joy, I open my hands.
If I want ease, I soften my stance.
(Everything changes when I take my mirror back.)

[PRE-CHORUS]
If I see judgment, I'm taking the measure.
If I see lack, I'm ignoring my treasure.
I'm my own detector.
I look where it's easy to find.

[BRIDGE]
If I want peace, I stop the brace.
If I want love, I hold my face.
If I want God — I stop looking up
and start looking in.
No one is coming to set me free —
(I rescue me. I rescue me.)
Every person I meet shows me —
me.

[OUTRO]
The mirror holds me,
I am never alone.
This is my Universe.
The mirror reassembles.
(Everything changes when I take my mirror back.)

Loui Crow

I make music, practice mirror work, sometimes I do somatic rage fits, and small forms of magick that help me stay present and kind while things change.

I write songs for myself, my inner child, and for the woman I am becoming.
I work through old patterns, grief, and survival habits as I notice them loosening.

Sometimes I write as the Crow — that's my ideal self. Direct, unattached, protective, grounded in something older than my fear. Other voices come through too. The snake. The spider. The fly. The ghosts are the false selves I created to survive. I write as all of them, for my own self-hypnosis — unpacking who I've been so that my son can fill his days with joy and I can stop being such a reactive parent. I'm in the middle of it all. I just keep showing up.

I use Suno for vocals and instrumentals — the vocals are seeded from my own voice. I'm a disabled veteran and a stay-at-home mom.

Over the last year, I climbed an emotional ladder I didn't know I was on. Many of my earlier releases were the scream — my depression, anger, insecurity.

The last album that came out of that climb is called "Mirror, Mirror off the Wall." It starts with depression and ends with gratitude.

Much of what lives here carries the influence of Louise Hay and Abraham Hicks, especially the idea that my body listens to my thoughts — and that where I place my attention, my life follows.

I leave breadcrumbs in case anyone resonates.

Take what feeds you.
Leave the rest for the birds.

I am molting.
You are welcome here.

https://louicrow.com

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