I had a chat with my Soul this afternoon
“Panics, grief and lost-ness hello! Come on in, take a seat, make your Self at Home. I am now ready to engage with you after 3 months (or is it a life time) of your intense determination to ‘intimate’ with me. Yes you have even made a verb out of the word... intimacy! Better than being ‘inmates’!
Your insistence in getting my attention has shown incredible effort on your part. By making sure that everything I had planned crumbled and died around me, slipped through my fingers like rememebred water, you have cleared the Way. Your commitment to my becoming human touches me. Somehow it resonates as being close to what love could be.
So tell me who are you and why are you here? “
“I am your Soul . I now refuse to let you go any further until you go deeper into your sorrow and grief. It is through this Sacred Composting that you will become a human being.
You miss Life so much. Do you know that Life misses you to, she has missed you since you were born! It is time. If you miss to see the doorway. If you refuse to cross this threshold you will loose your life totally and completely...last call!
You must dive into the underworld and drown with Soil and Soul until you re-member that you cannot actually drown because you are Soil and Soul.
So I tell you in a way that you might actually be able to hear this time: I am here to answer the prayer you declared 15 months ago: What do you need from me now Mother Earth?
Take your prayers and ceremonies seriously, I will always answer them. Through dreams, visions and songs at first. If you don't listen I will shake you up and down. If you don't hear me still I will trip you down so you can fall , kiss the earth and stop all else. If you still cannot engage with me I will have to take you to the edge of all that is dying. I will take you to the edge of what could be alchemised and married.
You know in your bones that you might not make it. This is the thing with initiation, not everyone come back alive. If you die to this rite of passage at least you will die alive!”
“I am ready…”
Sacred Composting of Lunatics
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