Dreamers of the Darkest Nights
You have returned to the surface from the mud for your life.
You have died and been reborn in the middle of your life.
You know what is in the shadows, in the depths that’s for sure.
No one can call out what you have faced fully before.
You are the alchemist, the initiate, the witch, the priestess.
You were initiated in the fire because you do not bypass the mess.
You came here to sing, taste, sense, dance, mourn, dream and roar.
Don’t you remember we have been here together before?
But this time around we did not come here to do it alone.
Mid life initiates all get thrones.
The only way through the eye of this storm.
Is to midwife ourselves through the contractions of the coming dawn.
What we need now is not “that is wrong” and “this is right”.
What we need is to dream a new dream through this collective dark night.
Shame is a tool used by the patriarchy.
The act of resisting it, is, in itself revolutionary.
And so let them say you are not doing it right.
Those that point fingers are stuck in an endless dis-regulated fight.
May we stop projecting our pain onto each other.
May we remember that we all came from the same original mother.
Get quiet and resourced, drink from the sacred well.
Regulation is the most precious resource, tend to your holy dreaming vessel.
It’s time to reach for the healing thread that you came here to hold.
The song that makes your heart tremble is the one that will break the mould.
The days of divide and conquer must come to an end.
Let’s turn towards each other, to reweave, midwife, dream, alchemise and mend.
Can you hear the future you calling you from years beyond.
Ancient and future ancestors bless you with their song.
Your soul chose an intense time to be alive.
From the muddy depths of the descent, humbled together we rise.
You do not stand solo, you’re part of an interconnected whole.
Woven into matter, full throttle incarnation is the wild dream of your soul.
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