I didn’t question the voice.
In the dark.
As I approached the end of the street lights there’s a hesitation, fear slowly slinking her sneaky way from my mind into my muscles.
What the fuck was I thinking?
This is completely irresponsible.
Nobody even knows where I am.
my feet keep moving.
My body screams for silence – I obey, pausing the passionate blast of Eminem, pulling my earphones to my neck.
The forest blocking out the soft glimmer of stars which I knew was somewhere up above.
My hand simply blends into the shades of black in front of my face.
My feet unsure.
What I wouldn’t give to be barefoot, to feel my connection to earth.
There’s an overwhelming desire to stop.
To turn around.
The trusted voice no longer making sense.
It’s been a while since I’ve put myself in a physically vulnerable place.
In fact, the last time was in South Africa.
I’ve become comfortable in my safe little paradise.
But I’m on a journey of liberation Darling.
Liberation from my programming.
Liberation from my inhibitions.
Liberation from my fear.
My word for 2018 is FREEDOM and apparently freedom is not for the faint of heart.
I tell myself to just keep taking one more step.
Just one more step.
As long as I find the courage for one more step, I’m okay.
Tears start spilling from my eyes.
I might be brave
but I’m fucking petrified.
I can’t fool myself.
I simply have to let the feeling move through me.
Allowing the fear to fuel my body with adrenaline.
The silence is complete.
The only sound that of my breath.
And just when I think I actually fucking CAN’T take it anymore, the mantra comes through.
Over and over.
It becomes the drum which dictates the beat of my stride.
I feel the shift.
Where I normally land on the balls of my feet, I’m landing flat.
Where I normally let my arms half dangle by my sides, they pump purposefully.
My breath slows down.
My heartbeat stable.
And I keep moving.
Praying that the angels will not leave my side and that soon I will find the purpose of this insane run.
Because I know that everything happens for me.
I know that every time I say yes to my soul, my soul gifts me gold.
I keep going until
I remember days when a warrior ran into battle
Trembling but determined.
With solid footing.
With heart beating.
The warrior in human form but with animal instinct!
The howl rips from my throat
And I break open a little further than before
In that howl I feel her break free!
My inner wild woman – the one that I’ve suppressed for so long in order for me to be accepted by the masses who fear the extraordinary.
Wo I am
The wild one
I never came here to be a tame domesticated animal,
lying around all day begging for love and attention.
I was never born to live in captivity.
I was never born to be dependent on the graces of others.
I was born WILD.
I, who give myself permission to own my shit, my desires, my thrive.
I, who have the courage to speak my truth in a time when my truth goes against the accepted values, norms and beliefs.
I, who dare to be vulnerable and raw and unpolished.
I, who dare to dance with abandon at the most inappropriate times.
And I spontaneously start laughing.
The tears of fear turns into tears of celebration.
THIS is why I was called to run in the dark today.
What will it take for you to remember Gorgeous?
What will it take for you to remember that you were not born in captivity?
You were not born to have a muzzle silence your screams of outrage, of passion, of freedom?
What will it take for you to remember that you are wild for a reason?
- It’s in your wildness that you will find your passion.
- It’s in your wildness that you will find your courage.
- It’s in your wildness that you will find your purpose.
- It’s in your wildness that you will find your inner goddess!
You will find the strength which will take you into the dark, through the dark.
You will find the pleasure you so desperately seek, fulfilment from joy.
You will find the love and deep connection you’re so hungry for.
You will find the vision for the empire that you’re called to birth and you will unleash the creative thought required to build it.
Everything you want is right there, inside of you.
The wildling sitting in a cage constructed by your fear.
I want you to own the fact that a wild animal will never thrive in captivity.
Regardless of how bejewelled and prettified they are for the audience.
A wild woman will never thrive as a domesticated animal.
She loses her sparkle.
She loses her passion.
She loses her drive.
And then we wonder why more than half of the human population is depressed.
Because a woman who suppresses her true nature can never be fulfilled and a man who lives with the shadow of his beloved will never find his soul.
He needs her to be her wild self.
A goddess in human form.
If you’re reading this thinking I’m stark raving mad, keep existing right on.
If you’re reading this and there’s a thickening in your throat, there’s tears forming behind your eyes,
Release your wild.
Liberate your beast.
Reclaim your soul.
Only death is inevitable.
Thriving wild, is a choice.
With love always,
YOUR LIBERATION COMES FROM REMEMBRANCE!
Remembering that you are the creator of your own reality. Through your emotions. Through your thoughts. Through your words.
That means throwing out the rule book of the oppressors.
Fuck their steps and systems.
This takes courage my friend – because you will be FULLY responsible for your outcomes.
You said you wanted to be empowered.
Well, let the exhiliration of freedom rush through your veins!
YOUR LIBERATION COMES FROM DESIRE!
Admitting what you truly want! All of it. No settling. Being completely un-fucking-reasonable. Diva divine.
Some of the most liberating words I was ever told is that a woman should NEVER have to choose. A woman should have ALL that she desires.
YOUR LIBERATION COMES FROM DECISION!
Stomping down that sexy foot of yours and declaring to the Universe what you’re no longer available for and INSISTING on what you will accept as your new normal.
YOUR STANDARDS OF EXCELLENCE!
To the point where anything else is like WTF?
YOUR LIBERATION COMES FROM RECONNECTING WITH YOUR ESSENCE!
I know that you’re a magical beast. Witch of the old ways. Wise woman of lifetimes past.
I know that inside of you there’s a crone who has a shit ton to teach the lost ones of modern day society.
I know that inside of you is a voice, a story, a message which demands to be heard.
A healer, a bard, an artist waiting to be unleashed.
A goddess, an angel, a warrior with a mission.
And not doing so is fucking selfish!
It’s inconsiderate and it’s not the deal you made for this lifetime.
I’m ready to show you the way.
I’m ready to hold you to your truth, to reconnect you with your desire, to ignite your voice.
Are YOU ready?
Send me a message and find out more about Liberation.