Whirlwind

Whirlwind; Sounds of my voice, the voice of others, the voice of all, flowing over my skin enveloping my cells confusing my body What is mine?

More questions emerge from the words and sounds blowing around me a hurricane of thoughts and energy:

What if they reject me? What if they love me? What if my greatness scares me?

Loud and sudden and quiet and calm: I’ve been the one rejecting me I’ve been the one accepting the other into m y body I’ve been the one imagining scenarios to fear I’ve been the one denying my light, denying the world my words, my song, my wisdom, my dance. Denying myself that bone deep truth that allows my soul to evolve and to move.

And my fear bellows: What if, once I start, I change what I think? ”Oh my darling girl”, my Knowing self whispers, ”What if you didn’t? If you never changed, never stretched to feel a new sensation, life would lack the luster that lights your nerves on fire. The ones that gives you the curiosity to seek the new and the old, information held preciously close that will break you from the mold.”

”So go, share what you know now, because what you know now could change in a blink and that doesn’t make you a fraud, that makes you think. IT’S YOUR MAGIC, YOUR GENIUS, IT’S YOUR VERY LINK! Be brave, walk this path knowing you don’t know knowing you’ll know sometimes and then you won’t, knowing what you know now will morph and unkink.”

”So go and share, broadly, unabashedly just because it brings you joy! Let it all settle, all that sound and noise, and for your Self, stop being a decoy.”

What I share with you now is: I am the Queen of my Underworld, a Traveler of the Cosmos, I have kissed death on the mouth and wept in God’s hand. I am a seeker of other planes. I see and sense what my human tongue struggles to flick into words; what I refuse to suffer from for one more moment, is living in reserve.

I will dance through the lineages, the adventure of my truth, playing with perception’s reality, that we all take so seriously: labeling everything as good and bad.

Labeling, to keep our world small. Labeling, to stake our righteous flag in the earth. Labeling, to refuse to learn new steps with mirth. Because my darling, it’s all just a dance and the music is loud when you learn how to listen your bodying knowing the way, as long as you accept the mission. I’ve been crushing my soul, hiding my magic and my take, on this world and the ones beside, but I have been called to no longer hide.

So I will see you on the other side; and my mighty voice will echo off the mountains that I climbed so, to this ancient call, I could reply.