I am here to be a truth teller, practicing the Art of Speaking my Truth. Most of us believe in speaking truthfully or at least sharing a version of our truth. As long as it doesn’t have teeth.
As a little girl I spoke my truth, then got scared, and was shamed into silence. I believe in past lives and I get that you may not, which is fine. You are not required to share my beliefs, but it is part of why I feel compelled to be honest. As an Akashic Reader and Healer I travel into history often. Witness to experiences I, and some of my clients had, punished for speaking out for truth, silenced because others were afraid. It hurt badly and often ended in a violent death.
That violence created fear of being true to ourselves and that fear stuck. Perhaps it sounds a little crazy to you, but I have lost layers of energetic weight working through my fears in the past couple of years. Every day it gets easier to be more of who I am.
We carry energetic memories in our cells and they keep us immobilized, clinging to what is familiar. Whether these experiences happened to us or to our ancestors, the wounds still affect us. It messes with our lizard brains and our shuttered hearts, reminding us that safety at all costs, aka keeping quiet is the best way to survive.
Now, after shedding old vows, pain and chains, I do want to openly expose my secrets, even though a few layers left that protest. I must step up to remind myself of my “no more excuses” rule. Hiding under the covers will not make me braver or put my truth out on the laundry line.
Doing what terrifies me is needed now. The October 23rd new moon triggered a 00 restart button for the Moon, Sun and Venus. Double zeroes times three is a pretty rare new moon happening, with a partial eclipse, all which intensifies the Divine Protection. Eyes of the soul peer back at us setting us off on a deeper dive into what rings true for us. Zeroes after all are everything and nothing, the Alpha and Omega, beginning and end. I want to say death by fire but maybe it really is life by fire. Swirling emotions that choke the conscious mind, and dip into the honey pots of money, beauty, death and love all beckon for a stripping down.
The universe is offering us a chance to live differently, by standing in our true being, risking all for love of self. Life purpose, and destiny spelled out in numbers. Night after night I have these dreams where I just miss the mark because I am playing it safe. Am I willing to lose birthing my truth, now when it is finally safe to crawl out of my secret cave?
The answer is no. Even in those dreams I am going back to get it right. Grasping my courage like a sword, aiming for cutting into my taboos, opening hidden wounds. Laughing and crying all the way because it is nothing personal, its more awakening, more unspooling of the sacred cloth, and I signed up for this.
What if I meet a man and he tells me I am too old, ugly and wrinkly to be loved?
What if I share my deep secrets and I get booed off the stage?
What if no one buys what I sell because they think I am nuts?
I could what if myself till my last breath. But I no longer want to.
As I learn more about my why, and lean in to chip away at the can’t, I find it helps to share my fears. I may look a fool, but at least I am in charge of my fooldom. No-one can tell me to shut up and sit down. Well, yes they can, but I don’t have to be diminished by someone else’s fear, or be chained by it. Their fear is not my truth.
Intimacy has more to do with honesty than crazy acts. I don’t have to have wild sex with multiple partners or jump off dizzy cliffs to fully live within my truth. My willingness to stretch the elastic of my shape into new places, I am drawn to, gives me joy and loosens my restrictions. It fuels my freedom, while I design my score card.
What are you willing to do this month to challenge a fear, and free your soul?
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