A Millions Tiny Cuts On Our Souls - Part One

Our world is being destroyed by old white men, who have mistaken power for sacred truth.

A broken story can elicit a maelstrom of unbounded pain, a cascading avalanche of karmic destruction that infects all it touches. This form of suffering, when not tackled or dealt with, can be transmitted into the future of our children's lives and on into our bloodline. This is why ancestral work is so important, as a map of love and pain surrounds us, and we need to unravel key nodes of trauma to move freely in our story.

Human civilisation appears broken and there are a multitude of reasons why, but perhaps if we take a moment, we might witness this fractured moment in history clearly.

The day the power of love overrules the love of power, the world will know peace.

Mahatma Gandhi

We entombed our purpose in the profane, in materiality, in base desire and soporific pleasure. The structures our leaders serve worship the pursuit of power over service to the human community and the planet that holds us aloft. Individually, the vast majority lost touch with the basic methodologies that aided us to commune directly with the sacred.

The sacred essence that exists inside each human heart is an expression of the love that links all existence.

The systems that surround us, that present as reality, as truth, as good for us, are in fact not remotely connected to the true foundational needs of human beings nine times out of ten. These inherited systems act as anchors, dragging us down, submerging our story beneath dark waves and dampening our true potential.

It's a testament to the power of the human heart, in how difficult it is to completely eradicate and destroy human hope. The nature of the psychic drowning that occurs when we become lost, often take a long time to end our story. We're slowly smothered each time we take a broken, discordant action that is counter to our true will and any expression of love we might experience for ourselves and life.

A million tiny cuts on our souls.

When you survey the landscape of our world, you see power presented as sacred, as righteous. As real.

Power is the death of the imagination. A mindless monster marauding across all forms of sacredness. Disrupting and jamming the pure intuitive signal that resides deep inside our bodies. A signal that connects us to divine poetic truth.

Our world is being destroyed by old white men, who have mistaken power for sacred truth. Who are lost, cast far from their humanity, entombed within sick myths, that celebrate pain, misery and war. 

“The major problem—one of the major problems, for there are several—one of the many major problems with governing people is that of whom you get to do it; or rather of who manages to get people to let them do it to them. 

To summarise: it is a well-known fact that those people who must want to rule people are, ipso facto, those least suited to do it. 

To summarise the summary: anyone who is capable of getting themselves made President should on no account be allowed to do the job.”

― Douglas Adams, The Restaurant at the End of the Universe