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How to Find and Release Physical Pain During a Spiritual Awakening
I Want to Tell You
I want to tell you
that you’ve arrived.
The darkness is done.
The day has come.
All your dreams are manifesting
All your seeds of joy are
ready for harvesting.
I want to tell you
that every shredding pain and
terrifying trauma was worth it
that you are special for it,
chosen to deliver all those whom you love to
honeysuckle, sweet liberation.
I want to tell you
that the twisted birth canal of the mother wound has been
straightened,
the fractured father pain made molten,
reformed.
The ancestral and cultural distortions
reckoned with, reoriented, and righted.
Instead…
Instead, I must tell you
that your brain has not yet endured
a quarter of the aches of
rewiring pain
to clarity;
your heart has not arrested in
cardiac frustration from the thousandth
deceitful arrow plucked from its tender ventricles;
your bones have not cracked and
the venom marrow not yet been
sucked clean.
I must tell you that
the expected congregations of celebrations are
crickets
if not total silence.
The deep dark of social malaise
and disease still spreads.
The rain of illusion still pours into your veins from a culture lost
in the pitch black of
suffering sleep.
And more.
There is so much more I MUST
tell you
so that a freeing dawn lightens your
life,
your load.
Buckle down.
Bear the next grief, the next ton of sorrow.
Drive through the resistance to your liberation
and the false prospects of a golden age.
Do this
so that I can tell you one day
You have arrived.
The darkness is done.
The day has come.
