In the early days of 2020, when I began speaking about the need for sovereignty, and our right to choose what we allow entrance into our sacred bodies, I was attacked almost daily.
I was attacked mostly by those whom I knew. I hailed from a liberal background, and most all of those people were absolutely horrified that I had differing views on medical freedom. The reality is that many of our views were wildly different.
Oh, how I have come to understand that our very grounds of reality were absolutely opposing - that though I knew these people to some degree, and some for many years, that we were absolutely existing within separate universes. Since when, I am not sure. It was I, always relatively quiet and deeply sensitive, who stood back and did not often share of my experience directly. Instead I used the language of dance and sacred movement to impart the very spiritual experiences that surrounded my everyday life. These did not need words, at that time.
My intent was to create a sacred ceremonial space to uplift those who witnessed my dance performance into a mystical realm where all was possible, where cells were regenerated, where ethers were transformed, where the veil was made more thin, and where communion with the divine, was made more possible. This was my single greatest and secret mission, never outright stated, because the dance world which I existed within did not care for such matters of spirit.
And so I suppose I existed, shapeshifting within worlds of my own creation, and many had no idea of who I truly was, and what it was that was most dear to me, that is to say beauty, truth, and above all, freedom of spirit.
In the days after 2020, all of this changed for me very personally. Those of us who spoke early on were ridiculed and shamed endlessly by our “friends”. Many thought we were crazy. And slowly, slowly I began to weed these people out of my life, one by one. They would come and attack me because I supported medical freedom, that I was firmly against war, that I believe that our biology is a sacred reality, that children’s innocence should be protected, that the woman, whose sacred biological gift brings spirit into this world, was meant to be deeply honored and protected, as well. All of this has made me an enemy of these people.
My experience is not at all unique. We have all come to realize what differing worlds have been existing beside our own for some time.
What I have also come to realize is that there is absolutely no space, both within this virtual world, and within my personal life, for people who want to spew their judgments and anger my way for having the courage to speak my own personal and sacred truths. I don’t care how far we go back, how much a person believes they know me, or that they have the right to treat me without respect, care, and love.
When we are younger, we allow for many to trespass upon us, we allow for little shamings and belittlements, we allow for these things as we also trip through our own blind spots and ignorance.
But there comes a time in every life where these attacks can no longer be tolerated. These attacks, little and vicious, born of hidden wounds and jealousy, rage and pain, these attacks must be identified and named, and cut off. They serve absolutely no one.
And beyond this, now is the time.
Now is the time of the sacred yes, and the sacred no.
What are we saying yes to in our lives?
What are we saying no to?
There has never been a moment more pregnant with possibility. The darkness and the light - they both call to us. The shadow wants to eat our beauty, the light wants to amplify it.
The choice is clear and upon us all.
count me in Mare
I feel the enormous potential of now