Twelve Times Twelve

So.

It’s raining.
Cold, breezy, wacky winter rain.

Feelin’ that Gemini full Moon coming up?
Feelin’ that 12/12 portal rapidly approaching?
Kinda like a kettle building up steam?
I know I am.

My whole being is a buzzing.

My toddling daughter is feeling it too.
She is swinging back and forth between singing in delight, and shrieking with distaste.
That is about how I feel as well, just in a slightly more grounded, adult-y way.

On top of it all, that Mars/Pluto conjunction in Capricorn though…
Square Chiron in Aries. 
Whoaff.
Seriously serious shadow battle time.
Trigger central.
People be regurgitating their shadows all over me right now, I’ll tell you.
You too, right?
Right.

Oh yeah, we're in this shift together.

A couple of things transpired in my week which made me feel like I'd been punched in the gut.
Really. Viscerally. Gut-wrenching. 
You know… the kind of thing which throws you headlong, right back into all the pain which you thought you had outgrown years ago?
That kind.
Whoaff.

Reminders to self on repeat at this moment:
I am me.
No more, no less.
I am not the stories told about me. 
Not the stories of scarcity, and victimhood. 
Not the stories of arrogance, and malice.

I am not a survivor.
I am not a belittler.
I am a humble, honorable, grateful, graceful, walking miracle.

I refuse to participate in the retelling of my wounding.
Reiterating my suffering.

I am telling a different story. 
One of fortitude, and fire.
One of synergy, and Divine timing. 
Of sovereignty. 
Of acuity.

You see, we are the music makers.
We sing the songs which become our anthems.
We are alchemists. 
We choose daily, who we will be tomorrow. 
We chose to be prisoners or pioneers. 
Settlers (as in to settle for), or visionaries (as in to never give up hope). 
To forge an untrodden path, or continue to follow the well-traveled road of “that's just the way it is”.

I chose to stand in a realm of reality wherein nothing is “just the way it is”.
Wherein the world of our deepest desires is up for grabs.

I am a fucking faithwalker. 
How about you?

Know this, you are not what anyone thinks of you.
At your core, you are star stuff.
You are limitless potential.
You are magic made manifest.

Are you ready to embrace that reality?
Are you ready to build complete majesty?
To be who you were born to be?

I am.
Who's coming with me?

I love you. 
Deeply. 
Truly. 
Always, and in all ways.

© EJB 2016

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