We will not be overwhelmed by corrupt power's parasitic presence, the twisted notion that we can metabolize poison by contorting our soul while Rome burns.
When I say the words god, faith, sacred, holy, I remember C.G. Jung's response to a journalist when asked if he "believed in God." Jung said, "I know God."
Seek real, empathic support from others who show you the capacity to be able to sit with you in your grief, let you have this experience of being wildly human.
Among the inner work, for men and women, is to look hard into dark places to identify within, excavate, liberate, and integrate the presence of the archetypal Masculine and Feminine psychological and embodied energies within ourselves, and bring those energies, once well-balanced and made ...
Soul wants to sink us down into the ground of our being, where it's fecund and rich, damp and ripe, ready for flourishing, continually opening and deepening into more of who we are, and what we are here for. To do so, our soul needs a witness in the other. An empathic, fiercely loving, solidly ...
We do this sort of heavy-lifting, soul-level excavating, deep-diving inner work to consciously disassemble, sever, re-member, and over time, integrate long-lost but reclaimed pieces of who we are -- to fully ensoul our self/Self.
A deliciously alive, broken open heart is a revolution. And it is what you are for, as a human being. Your torn open and glistening heart is a wild, throbbing portal to aliveness, to living a life with your own freaky artistry. Imagine that.