it happened again.
i changed enough to no longer fit inside my old container.
this time, i know where i’m going.
back to origin.
so here we are, again
in need of a name.
one wide enough to hold all of me
hold all of us
who are in the in-between,
who know we are so big
the mere thought of a label confines.
because one thing became clear
we are not becoming
we are stripping
until we reach our original essence.
for however long it takes
how ever many times we need
to descend and rise
we will not stop
until we arrive at the original self.
when we descend,
at each gate of the underworld,
we are asked to leave something behind from the upper world
from your ego, a mask, a label, a thought pattern.
with each descent,
you get stripped of what no longer serves,
leaving behind a version of you closer to your original essence.
in the rising,
you now learn to navigate from this new ancient place
can you trust your next steps when you can’t see the full road?
can you navigate the unknown without your mind demanding plans, strategies and answers?
this is the work of getting comfortable navigating the unknown.
of knowing each identity shift you endure
is getting you closer to the original you.
continue the cycle of descent and rising
until your mental architecture is rearranged
to yield to the intelligent heart
this is the fascinating exploration
of remembering,
of living
of invoking a better world than the one we inherited
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xo,
It is so powerful, raw, true. Wow 🔥 I love every single word!