Remember your fangs

I’m done with patriarchal pleasing. The emperor has been naked for decades, and we’ve been forced to pretend otherwise, swallowing the vulgarity of it, swallowing our own knowing, swallowing ourselves.

There is no more time for waiting this out.

I am furious, on behalf of my children, on behalf of the earth. On behalf of a humanity that seems to have lost its way.

Don’t look away, Mama.
Call up your lioness.
Get fierce.
We will need each other in the days to come.

And it’s not only the red rage that gives us power.
It’s the deep blue and purple azures too,
power with a heartbeat.
Anger that serves love.

Everything of value is being stripped by those clothed only in greed.
And they will not win.

We have fought this before.

We win back our sovereignty, and then the blanket of forgetfulness settles again. We drift into sleep. We go quiet. We act like we don’t have fangs and claws, like we won’t do whatever it takes to protect what we love.

Remember.

Find your ancestors. They didn’t carry you here so you could roll over now. They did not birth you for silence. They did not birth you for obedience.

These hollow ones are nothing compared to the wisdom and strength in our bloodlines.

We need no guns. We need connection. We need trust. We need the superhuman energy that arrives when the heart is unleashed, when we stop performing and start standing shoulder to shoulder, awake.

And we do our own shadow work, so we don’t become what we’re fighting. So we don’t replicate the same domination inside ourselves and call it righteousness. So we can see the shadow puppets for what they are and stop letting them steal our fire.

We sit together in the collective pain and we feel it. We tell the truth. We let the hearth of love burn what must be burned.

What needs to be birthed?

A full-scale ripping of the illusion of separation.
A return to collective power.
A turning away from engineered fear, the fear that has kept us mute.

Roar with me.
Take my hand and fucking squeeze it.

We are in this together. Always have been. Always will be.

Anything else is a dangerous lie.

I am not afraid. And even if I lose my life, I will lose only the illusion of separation. So I have nothing to fear.

Enough now.

Time for the great undoing. Time for the great realignment.

Time for those of us who are unafraid to come together and help dismantle what is already destroying itself.

Come into the heart. We will grieve. We will tell the truth. We will rise as one. We will be shown our next steps.

There is nothing to fear.

Our time starts now.