Most everything in this world has been deeply co-opted and subverted for intentional and nefarious purposes. Nothing within the mainframe of this culture may be trusted as a path out of the darkness of the forest and into the early morning light of truth which the soul yearns for, perhaps unknown to you, above all else. Even the practices and institutions and lineages and religions that we go to to seek guidance from are largely infiltrated, and can only be experienced through the lens of this misguided culture, steeped in narcissism born of immense heartache and trauma, disassociation and profound fragmentation. It was constructed this way.
The pathway out of the forest is an individual journey that we each must seek out in the maze of our unique wounding. For to be ripped from the truth of who and what we are is to exist within a vacuum, a labyrinth, a simulation of untruths where the flame of the soul is continually snuffed out so that we might never make our way out of the maze, forced to move in circles around the exit which stands right before our eyes.
The teachers who have the real capacity to lead others out of the simulation are not surrounded by fanfare, up on a golden pedestal, wearing the latest costumes of the day, displaying their sexual prowess, calling themselves god or goddess, taking selfies in the right light. The true teachers often remain hidden, many have fallen silent because no one is asking them, while some are exacerbated or even enraged by what we see before us.
For anger is the correct human response to what we are living through. And yet most people cannot muster a thought or a word, or if they can, their words are utterly meaningless in the face of what is occurring.
Unfollow all who seek to glorify themselves.
Untie yourself from anyone who tells you they have the only answers.
Unbind yourself from all who seek influence and power above all else.
And let us let this untethering catapult us back into the center of our unique and beautiful beating heart, with all of its sorrow and grief, longing and love.
Nothing is wrong with you, we were just conditioned to forget.
Find the song in your own voice, the prayer on your own thought, the dance in your own movement, the poetry in your own words.
Be fearless in the true pursuit of who you are and what you are meant for.
Learn to be your own greatest friend and soul guide, the one who calls yourself home at night from the labyrinth of this great earthly drama unfolding, the one who seeks truth and understanding in the height of the storm, the one who longs for peace and goodness above all else.
hello Mare, no internet now in my new place, so delayed in getting to read. What a gorgeous picture of you with the trees, all holding up the sky...
some winning one-liners in this one, friend...
💘 sending greetings with love and gratitude for your words