The Robe Was Justified

Let’s get one thing straight: the robe wasn’t random. It was justified—by frequency, by fate, and by fabric. It wasn’t just something I wore. It was something that chose me.

I didn’t go looking for it. It appeared. On clearance. On cue. And I knew. Right then. This wasn’t loungewear. This was gear. A vibrational uniform stitched in leopard print and divine timing. A cosmic credential that whispered, “You're on the air.”

Ever since it showed up, the skies have been different. The crafts have gotten louder. The transmissions have been bolder. And the comedy? Unfiltered. I’ve gone full Donna After Dark—and the robe is partly to blame.

This robe became a portal. A soft armor. A signal to the field that I was fully manned, fully charged, and fully in character. Because this isn’t reality TV—it’s a cosmic play. And you don’t show up in sweats when the sky sends an audience.

That night? Tracy was there. The laughter, the light shifts, the undeniable energetic punch—we knew something had changed. And yes, I have witnesses.

This is the moment I claimed it. The robe is justified. And now, it’s canon.

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Summary Snapshot:
• Robe Energy: activated
• Transmission: received
• Witnesses: confirmed
• Justification: undeniable
• Frequency: leopard

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“Some wear capes. I wear robes. Know the difference.” – Donna