G4RDN OF EDEN

Birth from Decay

The Alchemy

Pain arrives uninvited. Beauty, that is the choice.

The Paradox of Openness

There exists a particular kind of mind that perceives the world as fundamentally trustworthy. This same openness that allows for profound connection also creates a kind of blindness to predatory patterns. The very quality that makes one sensitive to beauty makes one vulnerable to those who would exploit that sensitivity.

I learned early that minds like mine tend to be labeled defective. Where linear thinkers moved in straight lines, I spiraled through dimensions others couldn’t perceive. What felt like exile was actually initiation. What the world called broken taught me that consciousness itself could be transformed.

The Breaking

In spaces meant for growth; halls of learning, places of disciplined practice—trust became the currency extracted without consent. The wolves came disguised as mentors, as lovers, as those who promised to understand. They fed on the very light they claimed to admire.

The Evolution

Here lies the essential paradox: the wound and the gift spring from the same source. The openness that made me prey also made me artist. The trust that was weaponized against me became the foundation for all authentic creation.

From this fracture came rapture. The voice that once carried only rage began to shift into something I could finally recognize as mine. Not because it was special, but because it stopped pretending to be something it wasn’t.

I learned to write the way I think: in spirals, in bursts, in colors that don’t have names yet. I stopped trying to translate myself for others. I stopped apologizing for the way my thoughts curved and twisted like living things.

“Birth from Decay” – G4RDN OF EDEN

The creation

What destroyed me became the material for everything I create. I make experimental art born from a different way of seeing. I collaborate with artists who understand creativity as alchemy, the sacred practice of turning what starved us into what feeds us.

My work exists in the spaces between:

• Expression that bleeds beyond boundaries
• Hymns that craft paradox
• Places where pain is held and intuition is honored

I write as my perception exists; raw, visceral, vital.

My bl06. p0xs break language open, creating new grammar for experiences that don't yet have words.

“Her spin protracts from the lines in her back.

essence dimmed

from the souls that scorched her skin

returned; only to find her emaciated figure no longer vital

he walked on her bones with a smile”

-YONI SLITBLEED

The G4RDN I tend isn’t innocent. It’s sovereign. Built from fractures. Fertilized by the decay of past selves. The “4” reforms every myth about healing, about art, about what minds can become.

The Invitation

If you’ve found this space, you understand. You’ve felt the ache of being, of loving too openly, of seeing too much. You know that authenticity isn’t comfortable, for the speaker or the listener. But it’s the only truth that will connects us.

I plant what I choose. I nurture what wants to emerge. I turn suffering into blooming possibility.

Allow me to be the mirror you need. The reflection that honors the imperfections you’ve been taught to call unworthy.

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