Remember Who You Are

Energy does not work that way. Science has long since backed this. How much human labors and violence, literal and esoteric, have been funneled, constructed to be, and cornered to pretend the universe works in ways that it simply doesn’t? The global and international ever in control of it. Yet it does by the nature of manipulation, doesn’t it? Function most often how it is they want it to be seen as.

Like the making of an infinite growth-based dependent economy on a finite planet. With any foresight it could have been predicted that what it is we have got would be what one would get. The same too with controlling all narrative. I’m pretty sure more than a few tried to mention that. The whole of my heritages certainly suffered for suggesting so.

Thousands of years in the making. Pummeling over one culture and heritage after another. It’s tragic really. The whole of its history has been. But there’s also somewhat no going back. The irony of doubled tragedy. It also is what it is. And the whole world is now a part of it. Games and all. Have always been. Lake Onega artworks an ancient reminder of this for future generations to remember. Smoke and mirrors is another warning that comes to mind. The latter from Turtle Island.

Unless hatred prevails and outright collapse destabilizes the whole of humanity, killing off so many more than most could foresee entirely somewhat indiscriminately, like every regional empire risen up, to be used up, to be torn down, before too has, the harms impacting the poor most of all through every chapter that’s been, factually, maximizing profits on both ends of the illusions, as could easily be suggested the very reasons of the global investing in the rising and falling of such things in the first place, only is there room for pause and integration of dreaming to do things differently.

Maybe the only thing that’s little been tried really. Everyone taking their own small step back of sorts. To see that it has always been the sum of all parts. It’s surely a different kind of humility. The mere suggestion of which that has enraged many in my experiences. Something that has certainly resulted in me being near entirely isolated.

In my own release of anger with it all, with anger of so many things I shall never speak much of again, I move towards what it is my energy feels here for. Where it is for me the heart takes back over. This has been an arduous process of confronting the nightmare of foreign heart ecologies trying to homogenize the world into only one.

To feel into this is me feeling and releasing so many years of being shamed and brutalized for leaning in to trust and move towards my very own heart coherence. Me releasing me too making a private mess of my life moving into it.

We share the earth, yes, and we are all of humanity, but we are all anything but the same. Does humanity really want to see only one type of human everywhere? Everyone mostly all the same? Is that really possible? By the very nature of diverse ecologies that have shaped us since time immemorial, things do not work that way. Who is it that would want them to?

The resiliency of heart songs are, however, once more coming through to be seen. Not as any wish they may be, nor as any try to control them to be seen as, but as they are and are unfolding in time right before us all. Where it is heart ecologies are operating out from in frequencies. In very dreaming.

For all the talks of this or that, accountability or such, I sure don’t see a lot of it. Truthfully, less the more there is talk of it. Not from near any direction. Least of all from those at the pinnacles of victim ladders in my lifetime for growing punitive culture and traumas. Erasing complexities that have most ironically always been. The game too is a bitch of sorts with reconciling, isn’t it?

I have already paid too heavy a price to go my own way into remembrance. What it is from the beyond I am led to stay course with. I don’t much hold anything against anyone these days.

Though that doesn’t mean I don’t want distance from punitive energies. Truthfully, I have earned remembrance that distances me from them. By erasure undeserved. Within my personal life, yes, but also, mirroring into the richness of heritage I am a daughter of.

The world thinks, controls to think, so many things erased and lost as bygones of yesteryear, and it is not untrue that untrue things do shed away, but where fidelity inhabits, time reveals what can never be cut out or taken away.  That I am who I am even in this place, that celestial movements would align for us all to find our own alignments, what does that say?

Sometimes even a little chaos is necessary to remind us of what is most important. What it is that should never be so readily discarded or cast aside. I’m pretty sure much of the world has much to reflect upon within this. I certainly do and have, but also, my lessons are not for any other to define or control, just as I would not want to impose for any other.