Time is moving in slow motion as each day I wade through my grief.
I’m stranded at the baggage claim for humanity, surrounded by a growing heap of generational trauma left unclaimed. Mine, yours, it’s overwhelming.
These bags are heavy. Filled with the darkness of their owners’ wounds. Unclaimed baggage that is crushing the soul of humanity. Stuffed with unresolved ancestral pain, oppression, and survivalism.
The planes of humanity have been grounded, the only ones flying have been hijacked by fear, power and greed. They are dropping bombs of hate in full view. We can’t claim we didn’t know.
But amidst the turmoil there is another plane of humanity. The people, in the full spectrum of their beings, are traveling as light as possible. On foot, the future has taken to the streets. A global uprising of liberation.
As each unimaginable truth makes its way into my consciousness, my eyes open wider, my brain becomes clearer, and my heart expands.
The awakening is upon us, and it was never promised to be easy.
Instead of being grounded by despair, I am healing my trauma, letting go of my baggage, carrying on with the struggle for better.
How’s it going for you? How will you be traveling from here?