#evolutionofspirit

Doing the right thing or at least shaming myself for doing the wrong thing. That was the role taken and necessarily so to try to upkeep the structure of what I needed to be in order to validate my life here as a human.

I have tried. I have really tried. But I cannot keep down the voice that has never let me be perfect, the annoying inconvenience that burst and flames at spotanous times and it says the same thing

I DID NOT GO THROUGH THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF EVOLUTION TO BE LIKED

I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE A SEDATED VERSION OF MY SPIRIT

Now I am in chaos. Nothing means much. It is outrage to know to realize…..that everything that is happening does not need to be the case. The outrage to know that the suffering in this world is a result of unspoken truths and unmet pain within each and every person.

The outrage that I have come to understand information but cannot transfer it onto people, into people

I have overidden the program. It is now system error and I can rage. I can rage for myself and for every sexualised part of my body that was not any man’s to possess in image in mind or in body

I rage for the ancestors of female repression and for the witches in my lineage who have been tames and shackled by threat of mortality

Over and over again

Until they became limp and in hatred of their own power

Me

I am their daughter

And I am allowed to rage

And I am allowed to wild

And I am allowed to strip

Me

I am their daughter

And I am free

And I am free

And I am free

The ultimate avoidance is mass and chronic and deeply engrained in the abyss of the psyche

Avoidance of our mortality

Delusion of death

We cannot die

But you must kill the identity who is separate and striving

To know you cannot die

You can only be immortal

If you are the soul incarnate

Full expressive

And to be the soul is the largest inconvenience this human has ever met

And the only channel to freedom

It is time to colour the world in rage

Beautiful gorgeous connected rage

Rage for injustice

Rage for lies

Rage for suppression

Rage for abandonment of ourselves and each other

This has been a traumatic birth.

This human specimen has been a traumatic birth

And the trauma is the only way to call in love

It is the gap of love

It is a hole in the middle of our earth body

And the whole must empty out

In order for water to flow into it and allow life to grow

But that liminal period before water and after the purge

It has no mercy

It is absolute death

And only in accepting that and still surviving

We can finally realise that death

Is absolutely necessary