I glance at my FB feed during a week of severe attacks on my brain, body continuing to sink, sun and spring in beautiful Portland, falling flower petals, deep deep grief, and tender hopes, like our tulips, warming to the heat, closing when they face the coming dark. I see so many births and so many deaths here. People we love are leaving us, for the next thing. Others are joining us, in our wild, spinning world, our mad chaos. Some are born into great luck - arriving in the arms of families who are well, who are still at the top of our crumbling systems, handed opportunities and the tools to shape these systems to continue to favor them. Others are born into families that know struggle as their lifeblood, or who havent known it much but know it now for certain, as we have hollowed out the chances of billions, in our mad rush to greed, to standing by mute as everything is handed to a very few, as we humans are wont to do, again and again and again, until we rise up, in dark and brilliant and terrible revolution. The pulse of life, the shadow of death, they rise up around us, as the world asks the most fundamental thing of us. Evolve, evolve, evolve, the looming dark says. Live, live, live! our hearts cry, even as we tamp them down into boxes we know are not made for us, bombarded by corporate images that never truly or wholly reflect us. And something says: Break down these systems that have caged you, destroy the walls of a false world that has risen up to brutally contain you! Recover yourself and your soul, here, now! Find out who you are, for you are not a product of the world weve made, you are NOT what youve been told. Rise up! Reclaim your birthright - of dignity, of a chance to know yourself truly, of a chance to truly live and not merely survive! Refuse the falseness and the lies, go to battle if need be, to overthrow this global corruption and tyranny! Take up a sword but use your heart and your words and your great being only. I repeat: Take up a sword, but use your heart, your words, and your great being only... Stand up, for time is short, and the world asks us to know who we TRULY are, and the world asks us for our protection, for our fierceness and our mercy. The cycles of life, the cycles of death, they are upon us. And in between, the world asks us to remake it in our true names, with our true beings, and to fully shed this lie that weve become. It expects more of us, and it knows what were capable of. Beneath the madness, so do I, so do you, oh - we fully know! When we remember what were made of...
Posted on: Fri, 11 Apr 2014 17:29:58 +0000