Your Tragedies are Returning You to Truth

The ancient bones speak to me of wisdom and knowing; stories of tragedy and loss woven into the truth of life.

Innocence lost by careless hands and unseeing eyes, careless hearts, and war-torn lies.

Truth hidden under layers of arrogance and destruction. My own arrogance is woven into the wounding of history.

Beginnings and endings; never ending. That is truth.

Perceptions of loss re-integrating themselves into paths of integrity.

Dismantled lies peeling away like burned flesh. We bought those lies, but at what cost? The cost of truth; shimmering illusions navigating hearts to be blind to suffering. A gold encrusted throne holds more value than a starving Earth; the cost of lies.

Patriarchy rules, selling the ancient feminine wisdom for death and greed. The medicine is destruction.

I am destruction, crumbling to sacred ruins. A soul standing open and empty on the rubble of life.

A whispering, “You are not the first to tread here”.

A shaking, a rumbling, a rattling of bones. “Do you remember?”

Help me to remember.

You are your own Great Mystery, revealing itself through a cauldron of fire. Do you see yourself? Not the body you have abused and allowed to be misused, look deeper. Who is seeing you in your despair? Who is waiting, watching you as you crumble? Who are YOU?

A force unseen. A remembrance stirs.

Who am I?

You are not the ravaged tapestry of experience. You are not the tattered thoughts of an unseen girl. You were never alone, for you are the Seer and the Seen.

But what does this mean?

Your tragedies are returning you to truth. YOU are what you have been searching for. Find your hidden treasure buried deep within your heart.

What is my treasure?

Humanity. You hold all of humanity in your heart. Listen. Listen deeply.

This is the reason you suffer. To know and to hold your own suffering allows space to hold other’s suffering. To hold another’s suffering and to grieve their loss is the gift of healing. How could you hold so tenderly what you have not known through experience? You have touched the wisdom of darkness and made night your ally. Will you hold the medicine? Will you choose to be a wisdom keeper?

Fear tells me that I am not ready, but love shows me that I have everything I need. It is time to lead with truth.

To accept this truth is also to accept that you are worthy of keeping the flame. To be love is to BE love.

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