The message from Spirit this week is simple: own your shadow, don’t let it own you.
I was going to start this transmission to say that this week has been quite heavy. Every week lately you could say it’s been a heavy week. words cease to describe the way that the days can feel, many of them overwhelming with collective trauma and loss.
There is no value judgement on the level of divinity. Good and bad are not moral absolutes, but choices. On a human level, we grapple with our shadows (what we call “bad”: our sadness, hatred, fears, hopelessness, judgements, etc.), or we die with them. Not to mention those we bring with us on these dark paths, those who end up hurt along the way, caught in the crosshairs of our negligence and fury. Not to mention the many lifetimes we end up carrying the same burden, facing the same challenges over and over again because our fears loomed larger than our courage.
There are times that I want to declare that the great American experiment is a failure. I say the American experiment not just in the context of “founding fathers”, really some dudes with weird hair who wanted to get out of paying taxes (wait, what year are we talking about again?) and their legacy of horror that they have passed on to the rest of us. I’m also thinking about post- MLK Jr. America as well. How could America not be a failure, when there was never a level playing field? When the rules were always misleading, violent, obtuse, or disingenuous? America prides itself on letting its wounds fester as it denies their existence, even as the blood and waste spill on to all of us, drowning us in its sick.
But….what if this moment isn’t about America’s failure? Perhaps we are still in the delicate, fragile chrysalis woven by ancestors willing to lose their lives for the sake of their descendants emerging anew. Perhaps who we are now is the caterpillar eating itself, transforming itself to a soupy sac of cells and impulses. Maybe those ancestors knew that they wouldn’t live to see the butterfly emerge, but they knew this emergence was imminent, inevitable, already done. And that made their investment all the more worthwhile. For the sake of their descendants, the souls that would come after and awaken to see the sun in a new light, through a new container. Sometimes the future feels more tangible than the now. Sometimes it is more welcome to dream than it is to reflect on present impossibles.
My work in this lifetime is to believe that the dream is now. To be one butterfly among many. To be overwhelmed with the beauty of our collective awakenings. To see the work of my ancestors through. I invite you all to join me in this hope, this action, this courage. Dare to make the dream of liberation reality. It already is.
Alia Walston is a traveling writer and intuitive making connections between the challenges and ecstasies of our evolution