A Short Rant

A short rant

I’m not a teacher. I’m not here to tell anyone how to live their life or be who they are. I am a hand holder and a cheerleader and seer of the unseen. My life is a laboratory in service of humanity’s awakening. I am a mirror and a muse for your highest potential, and seducer of the same; an inspiration, instigator, catalyzer and rock to break yourself against. But I cannot and will not teach you anything about yourself. It has taken me too long, and too many teachers to understand how fully and deeply I am my ONLY teacher, and that is what I hold for you, for others. 

I watched a video this morning about a woman (Layla Martin) who was sexually coerced and manipulated at a tantric school and it brought to mind a similar experience I had, which I won’t share fully here just because it’s not the point, but what it brought so close again (and again, and again), is the wound of that experience for me, which was also the greatest gift: there are many out there who, despite their own best intentions (or not), will try to convince you that they have something you don’t. That your relationship with yourself, with Love, with God, with the Universe, relies on them, that they have a secret you don’t know yet. Let me save you the trouble and the pain of learning that lesson the hard way (though that’s impossible): THEY DON’T! Your relationship to God (or Love, or Spirit or whatever you call it) is precious and specific and cannot be designated, awarded, curated, overseen or lorded over by ANYONE, no matter how “enlightened” they may be. The deeper we fall in love with our own mystery, the more we know God. 

Do it. Fall in love with your own mystery. Let’s hold hands and fall back together, into our own precious and specific mysteries. 

Oh my goodness, I’m teaching, aren’t I? Oops. ;)

Thanks for indulging me anyway.

Rant over.