The Great Return
The inversion of beauty and truth is now complete in our popular culture.
A good portion of the world believes the inversion - that dark is light - that down is up - that evil is benevolent - that war is peace - that poison is medicine - that man is woman - that fragmentation is integration - that hatred is love - that victimhood is empowerment- that negative is positive - that no is yes - that fire is water - that a fallen angel is a master.
A good portion of these lost souls have no idea that this is what they believe in.
This is why they are lost.
This is the dark nature of the labyrinth of inversion.
I always knew - since as early as I could remember, that this world is not what it appears to be, that this world is not what they told us it was in the doctored libraries of old.
I could always feel the lie, I could always sense spirit in my bones, and I always followed the soul call to my greatest ability.
This is what I believe it is to aspire to live an embodied human life.
What I have been astonished by is how few of us were born with this knowledge of the great lie - and how few of us have in truth answered their own soul calling.
This has been an incredible revelation.
People who read this may think - oh, how arrogant of her, how narcissistic to speak in such ways. But anyone who truly knows me and the journey that I have taken understands that this is not the case. If anything, I have lived in incredible self- deprecation.
I have been, by far, my own greatest foe.
I come by it honestly, through great loops and spirals of wildly unresolved ancestral trauma, as do we all.
But to step forward, and to claim the vision of my own sight - to release the internalized projections placed upon me from the early years and centuries and millennia of living through the inversion - to be able to claim my voice in all of it’s terror and beauty, this is the great gift of this time for every human soul connected to the truth of what we are moving through.
We are the dreamers.
We are the seers.
We are the visionaries.
We are the priests and priestesses of yesteryear, the witches they tried to burn, the temple dancers they tried to silence, all come home to make things right.
We are the exiled and the returned, we are the bearers of the sacred human flame, we are the poets and mystics of the ages who answered the call and took up the sword of love in remembrance of beauty and truth.
I am so honored to be here now.
I am so honored to call in the winds of destiny to tend to the great garden or truth.
I am so honored to sing this song together - an incantation for all who feel the rising tide against a battlestorm of darkness.
What a boon.