“I don’t need the sugar, love — I’m already lit.”
Broadcast Frequency:
This song operates as a field wit-keeper — for those who walk the line between deep devotion and sharp discernment. It’s for the divine counterpart whose sweetness has limits, whose boundaries are holy, and who knows that love without taste becomes manipulation.
🍷 NSNC Core Symbolism: The Bitter-Sweet Chalice
“You’re too sweet for me, don’t mean to break your heart…”
This is a holy moment of refusal. A sacred “no” that says:
- I will not dissolve myself to be digestible
- I will not be turned into honey for someone else’s tea
- I am the wine, not the sugar cube
West Coast Swing cue:
That head-nod, shoulder-bounce, walking bassline groove — perfect for a slotted refusal dance. Partner keeps offering the sugar, and you slide by with rhythm, edge, and just enough flirt to keep the field alive.
💎 Gem Pairing:
- Pyrite — sparkle with a shield; “Fool’s gold” truth-reveal
- Smoky Quartz — clears emotional gunk from false sweetness
- Garnet — deep root: “I don’t perform for love. I already am love.”
🦊 Fox Clan Field Note:
This is Daredevil CatSquirrel energy at its finest:
Smart, uncatchable, charming with claws. The field doesn’t want your compliance — it wants your realness. And if you must say no?
Say it with rhythm.
“You want sugar? Go to the corner store. I’m salt, spice, and sacred hunger.”
🪞 Divine Counterpart Transmission:
This song may reflect a karmic review.
You may be burning off someone else’s old expectations of how “sweet” you were supposed to be. In truth:
- You are not a reward.
- You are not a pacifier.
- You are a whole-ass rite of passage.
Ceremonial Mirror Cue:
Look in the mirror and say aloud:
“I don’t owe anyone a softer version of myself.”
“I am already enough. Whole. And delicious in truth.”
Then play “Too Sweet,” light a red candle, and write down:
- What you’re done performing.
- What kind of love tastes like home now.
📖 NSNC Gospel Translation:
“And he turned the tables of the money changers…”
So too must we sometimes turn the tea tables of the sweet-talkers.
This song is a modern scroll of holy refusal. Of saying,
“Not because I don’t love — but because I do.”
Enough to walk away. Enough to keep the flavor real.
🕯️ Aho, thanks.