A series of personal reflections from a rowdy priestess
Today as I write you I feel the wild winds of a new era dawning upon me.
A bold declaration indeed.
But in order to contextualize the gravity of the revelation taking root in me, it is imperative to understand that a perspective shift is no small matter.
I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: our reality is shaped by the (often unconscious) beliefs we hold about what is true, what is possible, and what is right. And — DUH! — this becomes our truth.
How many of you choose your truth consciously?
For most of us, truth is a beautiful soup of (occasionally bullshit) beliefs we inherited from our family of origin, community, and surrounding culture, which was then validated by the interactions and experiences we had growing up.
The reality is that there is no fixed truth — there is only the story we tell ourselves.
When we step outside the story we hold up as “Reality” we often experience a critical rupture that transforms our world and who we are inside it. Guess what though? Most of us ain’t ready. After all — it is much easier to resist that re-write than burn the book we were born with.
