There is a seed of freedom that has been with us since the first Mother.
Every generation passes this seed onto the next, imprinting it with its own beauty and
resiliency, and layering it with its own repressed pain.
It’s this seed that beckons us to get up and try again.
This seed pulses when we feel the touch of love,
when we look into babies' eyes or a wise old being.
It graces us with a ‘second wind’ over and over again.
Its an inexplicable, forgotten knowing of a majestic belonging and innocence we seem to seek and never find.
This seed needs the tears of our experiential forgiveness,
the atonement of our suppressed lineage pain, and the acknowledgement of our collective humbling grief.
This seed holds a deep radiant song that grants us hearing the more we lean in.
The deeper we listen,
the gentler we walk,
the softer we breathe,
the more we can open and be saturated by its guiding song.
This seed is the end,
and within its womb,
it is also nurturing a wondrous beginning.
Don’t give up on this divine seed of radiant freedom, for it will never give up on you.
Can we allow fierce beauty to claim us through the BETRAYAL, LOSS and ABANDONMENT of our lives?
Maybe life takes us away from those we love the most in order to purify us into a larger perspective.
Perhaps those whom we come to connect with, in an otherworldly way, could make us forget precisely what we are here to tend.
Perhaps relishing in their presence too long would intoxicate us to the point of the abandonment of our becoming.
Perhaps loving someone so much could trap us in a selfish bubble of our own needs, wants and desires.
Perhaps we’d explode of ecstatic overwhelm into a trillion tiny fragments and never find our way back home into the wholeness of our beings.
Perhaps the burning fires of longing are to cleanse us down to the bone with lessons of suffering and humility, only broken hearts can ever know.
Maybe the ones who leave are the ones that may unknowingly care the most, setting us free from a choice that will lead us away from our core, and that truly we could of never made on our own.
What if what we have come to feel and assume as betrayal, indeed can be a story of the greatest love proclamation of all.
What if this was the experience of loss meant to invoke the true measure of our strength? A renewed invitation of faith and commitment to the life that must be lived through you?
What if we retold the story of betrayal and abandonment as necessary awakenings into becoming whole?
What if we allowed that pain to expand us into deeper gentleness with ourselves and more compassion with the pain of others, instead of falling victim to becoming harsh or wearing masks for the sake of an illusory ‘being strong’?
What betrayal or abandonment have you experienced that yearns to be alchemized into wisdom and offered through you as the Divines’ sacred bread for the nourishment of the whole?
Grief is the wound and compassion the healer.
When we allow ourselves to acknowledge and express our grief we come across a vital key to opening our hearts.
Coming to terms with our own grief can lead us towards more compassion for ourselves and for others. Grief comes from our very core, our system, it can shut us down and lead to the very loss of ourselves through numbing, depression, isolation and even illness.
Knowing how to carry and channel our grief is a way of bringing to wholeness parts of us we have lost along the way. We can recover lost soul fragments.
It’s not the load we are given, it’s how we can carry it.
Your feelings are valid, no matter what they are.
Right or wrong, evolved or coming from patterns of survivalism.
They are valid and worthy of compassionate love and listening. Dismissing negative feelings because they’re not in their most refined form, or because they don't feel great, is dissociating and compartmentalizing. It further fragments our emotional and etheric body and dishonors the nature of your humanness. It compromises self-trust.
This leads to repression, suppression of voice, and eventually, resentment with self.
Knowing how and when to honor this wisdom within us is imperative, because more often than not, our external relationships cannot meet all of our feelings with compassion. Most individuals can only hear through their own agendas, and because of this, we must be unwavering in how we give our internal ebb and flow permission to BE, whilst safeguarding it in a space to unfold and be witnessed. It is like holding them in a womb of redemptive love.
When your internal world knows it is safe and supported by you, it reveals its wonder and magic. It reveals with greater ease your core stability, and your movement in life becomes more fluid and aligned with your purpose and authentic expression. The more you cultivate the honoring of your feelings, the more you will find them honored in relating with others.
Through witnessing your feelings and allowing them safe passage in their raw form, they can dissolve and reveal their true nature.
Not everything needs to be processed or understood, but everything needs to be compassionately seen, acknowledged and brought into forgiveness with self.