Be careful when you call for divine intervention. It will wreak havoc when it comes. We have devised ways of containing it, but it always comes.
I think of music, the spirits that good music can set free in you (without your asking), can be chaotic, overwhelming; just like life, when you’re truly touched on the dancefloor, it’s not just pleasure, but shock, tears, possibly unwanted revelations.
I don’t know if you hear it, but lately there is this ever present beep – it’s like a heart monitor – do you hear it? … beep …. beep … beep.
We are being watched and monitored and we are seconds, moments away from some sort of drastic change, nothing is stable, nothing is permanent, the change is coming.
If you were surprised by this election, I’m sorry. I was not. To be surprised means to have a set way of thinking. I knew that was happening was a forest fire.
We need forest fires. We NEED them. Fire removes underbrush, cleans the forest floor of debris, opens it up to sunlight, and nourishes the soil. … Fire is essential to growth. You can not stop fire, you can maintain it, but you will not stop it.
Nothing will stop change, real change (the one that’s always, coming, the one you wanted, the one you didn’t know you were ready for) and it might surprise you, it might hurt, it will feel like a fire. We must welcome the fire that will tear down the walls.
I think about the monks who LIGHT themselves on fire in protest and didn’t scream – I am not telling you to light yourself on fire. Definitely not. But that’s embodiment. And if you care about somethign, let it take you over. Let it be you. Trust that it’s right, that it’s happening now for a reason. That when waking up, the fire doesn’t have to be painful, messy, but not painful.
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