“We are reuniting at this time in order to understand and help one another articulate to those around us what is happening inside of us. While we are each in varying states of reverence, grief, bliss, silence, and speech clearer than we’ve ever spoken, we need to be advocates for one another, drawing one another out with touch, with beauty, with the quiet companionship of the silence of Knowing but no longer alone.”
After almost four years of traveling much of the world reciting the poetry that began to come through me as my own “awakening” process began 10 years ago, I for the first time feel as if I have reason to write a blog. And it seems that the thread running through each of these first four entries is everything to do with what we are calling “The Shift”: this wildfire of waking consciousness that is spreading across the planet, igniting hearts with the inspiration to become an advocate for all of Life and burning away anything in our personal path that doesn’t serve the white-hot flame of Truth.
I dedicate this blog to You, The Tribe: Those of us who are coming together now, each day a new arrival, recognizing one another at first glance.
We are reuniting at this time in order to understand and help one another articulate to those around us what is happening inside of us. While we are each in varying states of reverence, grief, bliss, silence, and speech clearer than we’ve ever spoken, we need to be advocates for one another, drawing one another out with touch, with beauty, with the quiet companionship of the silence of Knowing but no longer alone.
Within this last week I have had conversation after conversation with others of this Tribe, but these sacred conversations would not have taken place had I not the courage nor the commitment to share what’s really going on within my body and mind.
It sounds like this: “In truth, my heart is breaking. I disagree with almost everything that humankind has touched and has desecrated. Tears rim my eyes most days, and my mind and dreams are extremely active at night. I experience storms of heavy grief that move through my bones, and across my breast and brow, and some days it is all I can do to speak aloud one more time, especially to a conversation that seems to be a great waste of precious energy and time. And then come storms of searing clarity – as if the hurricane of humanity’s collective heartbreak is cleared by my ability to bear witness to it and it needs a conscious vehicle to pass through so that it can be transmuted. I am returned to my Truth more vital in every way, and even surer of why I came to this life to live in the times we are in. Yes, if I were to be honest with you, my heart is breaking. But it is breaking open. And I have never been happier in my life. I was a miserable human being before this, even though I seemed to “have it all”, because I was trying to play along with the absurdity of what we are told is “civilization”. At least, and at long last, I am standing in my Truth, and I am an Advocate for this Planet, and for the New Human and I will do only those things that make sense to my soul in every moment and nothing less. I support you in doing the same. You know exactly what those things are – do them now. Step fully in, now. The earth can’t afford to have you play small.”
What happens next are laughter and tears of relief. Your fellow Tribe member’s face is lighter, even within the weight of the conversation, and the obvious and deep kinship warms and brightens the exchange. They begin to tell you of their own experience that is near-identical to yours. You see the god in one another and the courage and commitment that this Brother or Sister made to be here, and you take each other’s hands as tears of joy now fill the eyes and the Awakening continues to have its way, seeding the New Dream and the New Human into the present, and into the future, and you can hear and feel the wildfire in your own heart, and it’s light can be seen for hundreds and thousands of miles…
I am my own Home now.
Wherever I move
the Light –
It moves with me.
I open all of the windows and the doors
so that God can come and go, easily.
I don’t know why God takes such delight
in this House I call “Me”.
where hearts come to be broken.
At the end of the Long Day I always ask,
“God? Why, hearts to be broken?”
And God always replies,
“Never broken, dear Lover –
‘Never Broken’ – Em Claire ©2007 All Rights Reserved