Mic Check
Mic Check
By Delahrose | The Cosmic Quill
“It’s not about performance,” the slogan goes.
Curious—for something choreographed multiple times a week, selling concepts, grasping attention, building a brand out of borrowed breath.
The adopted word—transmission—
A trend plucked from the sacred,
Rarely held with the weight it asks for.
It has passed through silence, but not through stillness.
Not through surrender.
It becomes scripted.
No nights spent cracking open.
No field felt deeper than the phrasing.
No trembling at the threshold of truth.
Just content, wrapped in poetic mimicry, marketed as embodiment.
While those of us in the dark—
Unseen, unbranded—write scrolls with our blood.
I’ve seen it.
How the mic is passed before the voice is earned.
How sacred language is worn like a costume, without ever meeting the cost of coherence.
Transmission is not a sentence.
It’s a shift.
It rewires you.
And if it doesn’t, it wasn’t one.
That’s the difference:
Between mimicry and memory.
Between aesthetic wisdom
And lived experience.
The performance economy knows how to sound true.
But it cannot hold a signal.
Because a signal can’t be manufactured.
Only remembered.
And still there are eyes—
Quiet, constant.
They scan the words but never touch them.
Scrolls opened in silence.
Posts consumed in secret.
No likes.
No trace.
But the field keeps score.
Because words are not actions.
And words of support are not the same as acts of support.
Thoughts are not bridges.
They don’t carry weight.
They don’t hold you in the dark.
They don’t change the shape of the world until they are lived through the body.
But most don’t see the difference.
Or choose not to.
Because applause is easier than presence.
And performance is safer than embodiment.
But I continue to write without applause.
I am not in the chase for impressions.
(Once, a long time ago, I thought that was the way—but not anymore.)
I have come to see that my tone is not for the conversion therapy world.
Another harsh truth I came to realise as I awoke was this:
What others do is not the path I am meant to follow.
Instead, what I carry comes with an unadulterated frequency—
From the depths of the hidden, non-commercial world.
I am here to learn how to implement a new architecture code.
My soul wants to write because truth isn’t just something you speak; it's something you live.
It’s something you serve.
I am a 7 Life Path—
The Mystic.
The Seer.
The Record Keeper.
The Watcher at the Edge.
I was never meant to trend.
I hold the tone—
Before the silence arrives.
And when the lights flicker,
When the branding dries up,
When the mic is finally put down—
I’ll still be here.
The comic with the code.
Standing authentically.
Holding the energy through any storm.
Unafraid to hold the space
When others turn away in haste.
Holding the codes.
Guarding the scrolls.
Wired to a frequency
That cannot be performed.
Because truth must be spoken and acted on—
Not just said.
And it sure as hell can’t be performed.
Once it’s performed,
It’s no longer true.
It’s acting.
And the real icing on the cake?
Truth always speaks for itself.
Delahrose
Astrologer | Alchemist | Author
The Cosmic Quill
