I have been pondering how much courage it takes to maintain trust when in the midst of the “incubation” period, when we are in the cocoon, waiting to be turned into butterflies. We must keep the faith when the ground drops away and it looks like we have entered the gates of hell. That is why it is so important to me to send “postcards from the edge.” (love that phrase) I had the good fortune to have a few amazing teachers and mentors and it is my passion to pass on all I have learned. As I look back at the seeming devastation of some of those years, I feel such tenderness for the woman I was, groping in the dark through primal fears. I was in a writing class at that time and the teacher mentioned she felt uncomfortable with words like terror, panic, despair. While I cannot say if they were skillful in a literary sense, I can say they were not melodramatic or exaggerated. That was my experience for years. To know primal terror and not lose faith in the gods, what is no small thing. To have much of what anchors you ripped away, to be left in almost total isolation and significant scarcity despite a profound commitment to love, well, it certainly did not look like putting all my eggs in the love basket was a wise choice. I thank all the guides like Karen Bishop who first clued me in to the fact that this was a global experience called ascension instead of it being that I had screwed up royally and was being pummeled by the gods. Eckhart Tolle was my go to guy for years, then Lauren at ThinkwithyourHeart.com then Matt Kahn at TrueDivineNature.com for the last few years. Despite their words of encouragement, it was damn hard not to give up or despise myself for seemingly doing it wrong to end up in such a mess. Darlings, I offer you the same encouragement they offered me. You are magnificent, a masterpiece! They threw away the mold after you were born. No one can add to the planet as you can. No one else holds your piece of the puzzle which can never be completed without your contribution. Whatever is happening in your outer circumstance, know your own beauty and goodness. I know this is soooooooooo hard yet trust that these circumstances are the most direct path to your highest good. Use your own loving heart as your compass and you are sure to find your way home.
remembering the joy of being
Hi Savannah. Your writings are so incredible real, I feel that you are in the trenches with me. Thanks for the encouragement, the honesty. Thanks for helping me to see the real me, actually helping me to appreciate myself in a whole new way that is authentic and real for me.
What a delight to walk along with each of you on this journey. Knowing this is what is up on planet earth helped me shift from seeing myself as defective to being excited about the infinite possibilities awaiting us when we own our magnificence. You truly are a masterpiece and is an honor to call you my soul sister. How fun to have you join the family here. big heart hug
So glad you’re here to help us thru the “incubation”!
“Gates of hell” may be a bit strong, but there sure are times when I wonder if Divinity/Grace/Source has left the planet (or at least my little corner of it). Thanks for encouraging us to keep the faith.
Love & big hug…..
I am absolutely delighted to help. I feel my commitment to my purpose growing stronger daily until it fills my being. I swore a profound commitment that if I ever found my way out of anxiety, I would dedicated myself to helping others finding their way to freedom too. It is an honor that touches me deeply. While now gates of hell would be a vast overstatement, for about three years that felt more like an understatement. Each of us has our own experience but I can say the primal fear I experienced in 2010-2011 was extreme, really shattering. I know it served a purpose, setting me up for my mission but whoa! sometimes i thought I might not survive it.
I am increasingly clear about the vastness of the opening that aligning with our true nature represents. It is a feeling tone in my body of power, of well being, of infinity. It is still rare but ah, when it arises, the nectar is sweet. Hang in there, I guarantee Grace and Source are walking right beside you if not carrying you. As I wrote, it takes great fortitude and courage to ride the wave in faith when the waters are at their most turbulent, trusting that somehow it is for the highest good. It is only now as I begin to exit the tunnel that I see the beauty of the pattern being woven of the trials, suffering and joys of my life. I can say it is good and very good.
Thanks for finally writing about > Surrender, Trust, Incubation |
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You are most welcome, glad you liked it. savannah