》》RISING 《《
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Here I am,
Feeling myself being born again.
Just like a snake, who finds its way underground into the darkness,
surrendering to the natural cycle of death and rebirth while recognising that the time to change its skin is coming.
The old skin is no longer strong and big enough to sustain its growth, it's purpose and its new journey.
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An inside job that does not happen from one day to the other.
As I allow parts of my old being to die, the process rocks and turns my inner and outer world upside down.
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The process takes time and courage.
It is exciting and terrifying all at once.
But above all the journey reminds me that in order to grow and remember my true essence I need to die and be born infinite times.
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Within the heavy and old skin, I release the false sense of identity, the old wounds, the external and illusionary search for recognition, belonging and safety. Old contracts and any residue of energy, unspoken words, relationships that do not support the evolution and the ascension of my Soul are released and healed.
The soft and tender new skin carries within its cells the strength and the wisdom of a lineage of strong and inspiring women and men.
It brings the innocence and purity of my being.
°It realigns my walk with the path that feels right in my heart.
°It heals the once distorted masculine essence within me.
°It nurtures, nourishes and brings back to life the sacredness of the feminine within myself.
°It gives me the strength to find my voice and honour my blood, my body, my essence, the many aspects of my being, the totality of who I am and the connection with the whole.
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Being quite is no longer an option.
Be part of a system that programs our being to forget who we are is no longer my path.
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As I am born a new, I dance on the fertile soil of the earth, feeding myself with creativity and mystery.
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I know that behind me there is a lineage of wisdom keepers, healers, warriors, teachers and master that dance with me.
Around me are is the beauty of nature, my sisters and my brothers.
Within me is the source of creation.