Full lockdown across most nations are forcing us into the bottleneck of our own awakening. There's nowhere to go now but within.
Where once our busy lifestyles, hooked up to the AI intravenous veins prevented us from really being present, from really dealing with our pain, we are now being rooted deep into the soil of the collective consciousness and our 'shit' is literally the fertiliser of new earth.
No more hiding, no more secrets; this is the big purge of humanity. Our ancestors birthed us through their bloodlines for this sacred initiation. What voice needs to be heard? What shame needs to be held? Which grotesque part of our psyche needs evacuating?
We will know the ugly, the revolting and the disgusting because it is inside everyone of us but of which not all of us choose. And choice is what we are now faced with, will we return home to love?
Inside our homes and in the places we lay our heads, our inner child wants to speak, our trauma's indignation will tremble like thunder and our grief will wail out across over a thousand moons.
Our rage is rising brothers and sisters, this is the sacred revolution! Let this truth rumble through your being, may it reach the recesses of guilt so it may be burned through the fires of holy transformation.
Suicide is the biggest killer of men in the UK right now because our brothers are receiving the backlash of the trauma inheritance of our forefathers, it's in their psyche and some in their actions.
Right now we are in the middle of an insurgency of the feminine aspect of humankind remembering her power, her sovereignty but most of all her voice. As sisters I call out to you the remembering of our unity, as you shift out of your pain body. The feminine is not better than the masculine nor the other way, and I pray we come home to the spiritual covenant of sacred family and relating.
The masculine is not a commodity! He is not a scapegoat for your pain. Our society has been in sickness for many generations but it takes a village to nurture and water our roots and to remember our wholeness together.
I'm so grateful for my son who taught me the innocence and the beauty of the masculine. I'm so grateful to his father who taught me that the masculine truly reveres family and community. I'm so grateful to my beloved who has held space for me as I elevated myself out of the ashes.
We are all climbing out of the ashes brothers and sisters, may we all fly together