It is clear our previously trusted government, medical and financial systems are ripe with corruption. Each branch droops heavy with guilt. It is only a matter of time until they fall; the weight of exposure pulls them down.
There is no immunity from this dismantling. Personal and intimate, deliberate focus pierces our relationships as well. This shift closes in now. Discomfort or anger tells you to pay attention. These emotions are magnifiers, clarifying what you are seeing in these relationships; pointing out necessary adjustments.
A bit of chaos ensues at first. Results are not guaranteed. Something new emerges, regardless of your past. This cannot be precisely planned now. Remember? This is the crumbling. The next part must emerge, free of outdated bonds.
Fear exposes our desire to hold on. Gripping tighter, we suffocate. Let go now. The weight of control overwhelms and stifles. Release and allow. Breathe. It is okay.
Stories of beautiful emergence tell us this is happening. It happens in workshops, musical performances, families, friendships, classrooms, love affairs and death beds. Immersed now in all of the above, I am floating in possibility and confusion. This is real. There is this really scary part. It comes right before the magic. It introduces the new.
Watch for the emergence. It is subtle. The collapse is clear; the chaos, deafening. Always, there is something birthed. This newborn needs trust. Allow. Permit the unknown to take shape. It will not look familiar. This is something else.
Love feeds us now. Form takes shape with permission and freedom. A structure is necessary, not wrong. We have been deceived, and are wary now of anything that looks like prior systems. In fact we can be trustworthy. We are capable. We are magnificent. We are the builders of this new life. Believe.
It takes forgiveness. It requires acceptance. It demands love without condition. These elements form the new platform. From here we jump off. Then we fly. Trust; we have wings.
This new does not have to be scary. This is merely unfamiliar. We draw the map now, for those who will come after. We will tell them, “Start with love. End with love. In between, let go and allow.”
“How will we know we are heading in the right direction?” They will ask us.
“This is not that sort of map”, we will answer.
“Who are you?” they will ask us.
“We are the ones we were waiting for”, we’ll respond.
Happy Lion’s Gate everyone. Let’s fly through together.
With so much love,
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