Adapted from Alana Louise May
“Don’t let anyone drain you of your happiness today. Be drama free. Rise above the petty stuff. Be Love always. We need to rise above our shadow.”
Not when your Love is so conditional and New Age it makes me gag with bad vibes.
I in no way believe or endorse “rising above” anything.
That creates more shadow
More disharmony, increasing the divide between human and Spirit, between heaven and earth.
Honour the shadow.
You’ve got to love all the shadowy dark shit about yourself.
You’ve got to love it so hard you get off on the parts that are taboo and shame filled.
Purity is not being without shadow.
We all have a fucking shadow.
Purity is owning your shadiest parts and freakiest shit.
Go into the vilest most horrendous corners of your psyche and surrender yourself.
Let her consume you as she rides you to the edge of your perceived limits
Take off your pants and let her
Her Hips grinding you into the powerful being you came here to be.
Let him decompose you and mulch you back into the earth.
Putrefy your flesh into rotting stench and feed you to the worms – to be eaten and shat out and returned to yourself.
Feel it all baby
All of the conditioning that’s been tainting your precious light
All of the parts of yourself that you hate to admit are a part of you
All of the collective ancestral shit accumulated and amassed over eons
All of the suffering and sickness of society that plagues you
It’s all there in you. Welcome it.
The more you ignore the trash the more that shit stinks,
Denying shadow never helps anything.
Now your house fucking stinks and you have a rodent problem which is spawning all kinds of filth, no one wants to visit you, you haven’t had sex in months, your landlord’s threatening to kick you out and you perpetually smell like vile landfill.
You know what you gotta do?
You’ve gotta take out the trash, man.
Yeah, I know, shit has spilled all over the place but you’ve gotta get your hands dirty and clean it up. It’s your responsibility.
Your trash is filled with treasure.
Fuck why not embrace it and hump your garbage until you’re cumming everywhere in glorious primal rapture.
Your shadow offers you gifts that the light never can.
It is our teacher, our guide, our parent full of tough love – letting us learn for ourselves what we truly desire; connection, wholeness, worth, unity, peace.
Our shadow demands respect and longs for our love. It asks for us to listen and learn.
So that we can thrive.
The only way out is through.
The shadowy parts of me transform as I commune with the underworld, submitting to the mistress of darkness.
I honour this human life by staying grounded and embodied whilst being connected to inspiration and Spirit.
A bridge, connecting all worlds.
To have any real impact in this world and to move forward individually and collectively we need to come down to earth.
We need to get real with our shadow and at the same time commune with the bright spark of Spirit.
Only truly integrated beings attain the power of manifestation.
Of bringing down heaven onto earth.
Of making the unseen, seen.
The imagined, physical.
The darkness births your light.