Important

Thoughts, feelings and emotions

Hopelessness, powerlessness…phones, phones and more phones. Information, chasing the dreams and the things. Any thing to make us feel important and maybe even powerful. Yet, underneath the addiction to information is an emptiness and ache. The heart is aching for recognition, communication and connection. To listen from within Self and to honour that heart-felt call. Humanity! What are you doing? Where have you gone? Lost in the illusion and seeking connection in fleeting distractions. Cravings for deeper meaning, lost in individualistic grandure. I know. The structures we have built serve to uphold the most cruel and maniacal beings. The rest being oppressed by the weight of mental fracture and disconnection. Swimming in sand or tar, struggling to access basic needs and the heart beats on. Fierce and hopeful for change and yet, easily slipping into hopelessness. Forever-optimists struggling to stay optimistic and the weight of awakening bursting egos to proclaim superiority over the sheep.

Short form videos and phone addictions are destroying our ability to think critically or even maintain streams of thought. I was once filled with hope and a delusional belief that the world would awaken and choose to heal through a profound loving connection to Divine force. The shadows are relentless and seem to be pulling me under. Sinking further into darker spaces, alone, too tired to come up for air. How life can change in a decade. A gnostic, a mystic being crushed by the weight of cruelty and disconnection. I weep.

Writing brings calm and clarity, where well established patterns feel heavy. The aching heart cries for love and support…on a global level. Why do we let children starve? Why are we so destructive? Why do we avoid the pain within and persist in perpetuating more pain onto others?

Grace. Spiritual wisdom flows within, when we are quiet enough to listen. Grounded into perceiving the silence and subtle flow of energy, culminating in the heart, alchemising generational pain and curses. We ache…and distractions only serve to dull that ache until it cannot be ignored. We are builders and architects, who have forgotten our divine inheritance and intrinsic belonging, not just on Earth, but the entire Universe. What a gift to celebrate our aliveness, our existence and our unique talents. Instead of being herded into conformity, enslavement and escapism. Being an awake, feeling human is excruciatingly painful. Thank God for waves and spirals, that offer just enough oxygen, sunshine and perspective to keep going.

I write to purge, to express…to remember, to listen. No longer seeking approval or validation, simply because I’m too tired to care. I need to come back home, to my heart and connection. Admitting defeat, where worldly ambition and achievement once drove me. Any desire for importance or success wanes, as confusion and mental chaos persist. Tears flow, and a calm serenity returns.

I have no idea where to go from here or how things are going to unfold. The misery and corruption seem all consuming, along with an awareness of a fracturing mind, destabilising our centred connectivity. “Love and light” usurped by the shadow of colonialism and capitalist manufacturing.

“You gotta work hard, Mol.” “You just have to believe in yourself.” “Listen to your inner voice.” All the advice, programming, conditioning and warping of character, to be a good girl for those that take what they want, while riddled in fear and shame.

Transform pain into power. Invisible power that keeps my body breathing.

Humility, vulnerability and honesty is the new wealth. Nature is the only true abundance. May we keep hope alive and stay connected to our hearts and breath

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