I don’t know about you, but I’m tired of hiding. I feel like I’ve spent lifetimes hiding, out of some weird loyalty to old systems and structures that might just implode if the truth were to come out.
What is this ‘awful’ truth that might topple nations and destroy everything the collective has worked so hard to support? The truth is just how beautiful I am.
I am a shining, delicious beacon of pure light, planted in this human realm to spread that shit around. I am an aspect of God, Source, The Universe, The Heart of Creation, All that is, whatever you want to call it. I am pure LOVE, in its unadulterated, unconditional form, just waiting to be unleashed. And so are you.
It’s high time you claimed your beauty.
It is not dependent on the way your life might appear on the outside, or what your hair looks like on a given day.
It is not diminished by your lack of monetary wealth or the twenty extra pounds you’ve tried so hard to lose.
It is in no way affected by your religion, your upbringing, or all the ‘horrible’ things you’ve done to other people.
I know what it’s like to feel less than perfect. I am not even close to that illusion, and I’ve done some shit that has at times caused me to feel great shame. But I’m human, and I’m also more. I’m intuitive, I’m magical, and most days I feel so fucking happy to be alive that I could burst. Some days I also feel angry, sad or completely frustrated. And in that way I AM perfect.
I’m tired of hiding my beauty and my joy, or masking the truth of what I feel because in some back corner of my mind I believe it makes others more comfortable. This is an illusion, perpetuated by years of collective adherence to the masks that define ‘good people’ or ‘responsible citizens.’
We all get ‘there’ in the end, wherever there happens to be. Death, I suppose, and as we weigh our souls at the gates of eternity, is it truly how well we followed the rules that counts, or is it how boldly we expressed our beautiful truth?
Every aspect of you is an aspect of that beautiful truth. The joy, the passion, the magic, and the love, along with the debt, the failed relationships, the ’embarrassing’ drunken sex stories, the lack of motivation at your job or in any aspect of your life. They’re all part of you, all human experiences that are leading to some pretty cool stories when we get ‘there.’ And what a party we’ll have watching the movies and clips of our lives as they played out in weird and wonderful ways.
Why wait until we get there?
This dimension is riddled with ways to judge and shame others who don’t adhere to some preconceived collective notion. The Shift that’s been talked about for so long is about acceptance, first of yourself, and then turning that compassionate, accepting eye outwards. Allow people to show up exactly as they are, you first.
Just because something has been an accepted ‘truth’ for generations doesn’t make it THE truth. There is no such thing – it differs from person to person. What is it to be a ‘good’ human? Maybe to stop talking about what it means to be a good human and just BE. There is no field guide or how-to manual.
Express yourself whole-heartedly. Don’t be afraid to fail. Show up in all your sobby gut-wrenching glory. Show up in your manic joy. Wear make up or don’t wear make up. Work or don’t work. Vote or don’t vote. Use whatever words align with your souls’ expression, no matter how they feel for others. Love with every fibre of your being, whether or not that love is returned to you in the way you might have hoped.
Whichever choices align with you and your most powerful Self are the only choices you need to consider. Whatever feels beautiful is right, because it’s right for you.
I’m tired of hiding, and I’m tired of the judgement. I choose acceptance and to love my beauty as a whole being, as an expression of the perfect star being I am. I honour my human self as a divine conduit for the experiences I desired to grow as a soul. I honour the choices of all beings who are also divine reflections of their souls’ essences.
Believe in your beautiful truth and live it boldly, each and every day.