Generosity, Integrity, Respect, Authenticity and LOVE! And not a single thing less!

It is a very slippery slope when you allow states to mandate what people can and can't do with their own bodies, and that is what is systematically being extorted from us.

I am so aware of the immense external violations unfolding as a means to ensure control over, yet I knew that it was in showing up that I would get to reclaim a truth that I've been playing with: what's happening out there does not dictate the quality of my life. There is the collective reality shaped by collective consciousness, then there is my individual reality shaped by the quality of my mind. 

You think the illusionary beasts you unleash to tame me should scare me, but I have tasted true freedom and my wild burns so hot it is blindingly untouchable.I have, after all, recently returned from the underworld who took me in its darkness, loved me tender, and spat me out as a ferocious warrior into this world of material uncertainty and mass-hypnosis.

There is a space within all of us that is still uncolonized. That is the space I choose to come back to, time and again. That is the space I am called to make decision from, now and foerever. That is the place of deep inner knowing. That is the place of of deep integrity. That is the uncompromised space that is forever congruent.

Who I am, the essence of me inside this body that retrieves, processes and shares information on its behalf.

If you knew with every fiber of your Being you were the godForce manifested, would you live the life you are living now?

This upcoming conversation is for you if you have noticed something feels "wrong" with what's going on and you want a safe space to exhale the truth of your experience, judgment-free.  

To stay in the story of what "should" have been would mean that I would have to deprive myself of my own life lessons, thus my own evolution. To stay in the story of what "should" have been would mean to stay in the habit and deny myself the truth of what is. To stay in the story of what "should" have been would mean to sacrifice what is for an idealized, imagined version that isn't. In essence, it would mean I betray the truth that lives inside of me in favour of the story; it would mean pretending, glossing over, shutting down. It would mean self-betrayal. And I don't live like that anymore.