Greetings, RBD Familia! Wrinkle-free Jaahass Johnson recently posted something so poorly written that I’m still trying to figure out what the fuck she’s talking about. If you think we’d hit the skids with Donkey’s “fucoid fairies” drivel, get a load of this mess:
What are you willing to see about yourself that up until now you have been unwilling or afraid to see?
This eclipse has been perfectly timed with SO much of the collective shadow rising up to put some of the darkest aspects of humanity right smack in our faces…racism, sexism, anti-semitism, slavery, corruption, greed. Images circulating that look as though they may have been taken during the civil war…and as scary as it may seem and feel, I see the perfection that we (in the US) have elected a president who has given out a permission slip for all the latent hatred to surface like the zit of humanity’s shadow rearing up into a white head (you’re welcome for that yummy visual).
Perhaps we are in a moment of detoxification. Perhaps the parasites of power dynamics, scarcity, shame, blame and greed are being revealed and expressed in such an undeniable way that humanity is being shaken out of our comfort zones and that those of us who had the “luxury” of complacency, are being rattled out of our silence. Perhaps love and feeling and heART are ready to find the MOST creative ways of getting expressed, and it’s time of the masses to find their unique form of activism (protesting and marching and holding up signs is only ONE way…what lights you up? What ways could you use your voice and talent and resources that would light your fire and passion?)
For me, what the eclipse showed me is that my motto is not “love and light” (I don’t actually think I’ve ever said that except in a moment of parody), but rather “love and fire”.
What I have been unwilling to see is that on some levels I have taken an important voice out of the game of politics and social justice over the last 5 years. I have said “no” to the news, turned off my access channels to global issues that I didn’t want to pay attention to because my heart feels SO much that it would feel overwhelming to take it all in, and turned all my energy into cultivating myself as a heARTist…a human capable of feeling everything and helping others become un-numb.
I needed to go into my own little cocoon to hone this gift and I’m now being birthed out on the other side, ready to be used as one of the world’s great lovers. heart emoticon
Do you know what FB familia? I love so fucking much and I don’t care who judges me for that, who calls me
names, or who doesn’t take me seriously.
I am love and fire.
My fire = my truth, my intuition, my deep sense of what is no longer ok, my art, my “I don’t give a fuck” voice, my willingness to burn through the bullshit.
My love = my heart, my compassion, my kindness, my sensitivity, my fierceness, my mothering nature, my eternal soul.
So this is my own coming out moment of sorts. I help people free their voices, and I am committed to taking the next step in the ever-expanding journey to free mine. Speaking words of wisdom, love and fire.
Sweet Jesus! Did the caterwauler swallow a 30-day supply of Ali Shanti’s psychedelics before churning this garbage out? “I see the perfection that we (in the US) have elected a president who has given out a permission slip for all the latent hatred to surface like the zit of humanity’s shadow rearing up into a white head.” Lovely.
Sifting though Jess’s high school sophomore personal essay, I discovered something of a thesis: She is a lover who will now speak her version of truth to power? Ok, lady, whatever. But no one will ever confuse you with Rosa Parks or Urvashi Vaid.
Bottom Pictures! Feministas having fun: