Sisters, this is not a drill.
She's been in hiding for as long as we can't remember.
She's been dismembered and cast out from all memory - since the sun burned onto the deep soils and caves, declaring his light the Only component for nurturing Life.
She's only been seen in a flurry of visions, emotions and colours, we can feel her but know her not - how can she exist when no one believes or remembers?
She's found darker corners of the world to make her fire, to pray alone, to pray for us who search for this abstract memory...
Who seek her,
Who seek ourselves,
Who seek our lineage,
Who seek validation of the power we feel within.
Validation does not exist and neither are we separate from
She was buried underneath the timelessness of
The contrived factual cookie-cutter society,
who makes her the
We have lived in a mirage for centuries!
This illusion of a one-sided world,
The Sun alone cannot nurture
She was buried in her very own soils
For the consciousness of eternity
to lift the illusions;
and more Shame.
The AGES of illusion have been
into the fabric of our skins,
yet it is finally time
to stop believing them.
To knit a new tapestry.
To release the stories which were given us.
Sisters, this is NOT a DRILL.
It's time to reflect on your own fabric,
stepping into the luminosity of truth,
Rant.Over. ARE YOU READY TO JOIN THE JOURNEY?
Find out HERE: Luminous Living - A Deep Therapy Women's Journey
Transpersonal Therapist & Founder of Blueprint Therapy.