Resurrected

For the wisdom source seekers:

Connecting to our wisdom source is accessed through the heart when we remember, recognise recognizant: make sense of this knowing. Often, when I ask clients what their heart is telling them, they can wince in pain or are so overwhelmed by connecting with it’s knowing, they spiral into fear and a whirl-spring of looping ‘don’t knows’ or ‘what-ifs’. It is as if there is a rabbit caught in the headlights of the heart’s blinding light, un-yielding, without the dimmer-switch.

Yet we need to expel these fears to let it lead us through the dark places we can find ourselves in and quite frankly, the dark forces we are all facing. Being chained and enslaved within the role or in servitude to the provider, pater, Machiavellian mogwai (monster) can be our karmic confines weighing out. But our mind can keep us trapped there, long after our karmic (cause and effect) sentence has expired. This can lead us to despair deep down into the nihilistic void. Where nothing matters anyway and life has no meaning, our existence without importance. Where hope is extinguished, as my Dad says, ‘where there is no vision, the people perish’. These days, I feel it as powerful predators preying upon passivity. We need to keep hope alive. Hope that we can find our wisdom source within, to guide us up and out of darker days. And if you know deep inside that there is a misaligned mother(ship), or a misguided mind you are connecting with that is not revving up their own power and passion on the path purveying salvation: empires crumble.

We can try all manner of means to manipulate mates and momentum in our favour, yet a return to innocence charts a wiser course. Other wisdom-source torch bearers are holding the line up here and through a little self-reflection of where those fears lie and where they stem from, we can let go and let God, let love wash over us, purifying pretence, resurrected anew.

‘Even if a single day in your life is the same as the day before, it surely is a pity. At every moment and with each new breath, one should be renewed and renewed again. There is only one way to be born into a new life: to die before death.’ – Elif Shafak.