Death does not occur one, singular time in our lives.
Sure. There is a death that is a finale, there is no coming back from.
None of us can escape that physical, biological ending.
Well, I mean, you know what I mean.
Reincarnation beliefs and such aside.
There are multiple tiny deaths we experience throughout life.
And, sadly, no, I am not referring to la petite mort.
Though I am a loud supporter that the more of THOSE you experience, the better your overall life will be.
I digress.
These tiny deaths I am referring to are not tiny at all; they are sometimes butterfly effects in our microcosm.
Other times, they are foundation cracking.
Making us reassess who we are and our values.
Then there are some minor annoyances.
Ah, one of the things in life besides death and taxes that can be guaranteed is change.
The world moves with or without you.
That’s a harsh reality, an ego death, we all must accept and go through.
You are either an active participant, or you are a passive bystander.
I prefer to be an active participant but sometimes we must, we must be bystanders.
If you are familiar with The Nap Bishop, Tricia Hersey, and her revolutionary work and book, Rest is Resistance then you might know what I am referring to.
Not only is rest an inherent right, but it is also an act of resistance.
An act of defiance in a hustle culture that judges you and defines you by how much you can produce, create, and freely give for “them” to take.
You have worth far beyond what you can give.
You have value far greater than you know.
Rest is a birthright.
“Those are nuanced statements! They’re privileged, too!”
Are they, though?
Make yourself extremely uncomfortable and ask, are they?
Read Tricia’s work and then circle back to me.
https://thenapministry.wordpress.com/
The last sense of normalcy, and I use the word loosely, that I experienced, along with many others, was in 2019.
I was at the height of my success. I was in the process of a book deal. I had everything I had ever wanted and dreamed right at my fingertips.
Then, 2020 hit and the world changed.
The world as we knew it had, was forever changed.
In my opinion, that was one of the larger butterfly effects in recent memory.
It altered all our lives whether we recognize the changes or not.
I have fought for nearly six years against nature, the Universe, and their Laws:
I have refused to die.
I have refused to allow certain parts of myself, my path, and my brand that no longer align with who I am and where I am at, go.
Resistance when embodied can seep into our everyday lives.
When we fight against a system, not a person but a system, dare I say an entity that wants everything from you, and we do not bend, flow, change quickly, then we will suffer a fate worse than metaphorical death –
Stagnancy.
Like a ghost, we become stuck in purgatory, unable to move on, but some parts of us know we must.
We remain in chrysalis instead of going through the process of metamorphosis to gain our wings.
We keep ourselves trapped, our world small, all for the sake of comfort.
The illusion of safety.
We refuse to perform one of the most essential forms of personal Alchemy.
In that, we are denying our birthright.
We are denying our power.
We are denying our Magick.
When we resist change, we resist death.
Both are natural parts of the cycle of life.
Both are natural parts of the cycle of our lives.
I experienced burnout and I am actively trying to heal that while finding temperance in my life.
I have found it a bit ironic that in my time away (years) from the more public facing aspects of my brand that the pendulum has swung back and folks are reading blogs again, and even vlogging.
My millennial heart is here for that comeback.
I believe we are better humans when we share our stories.
I didn’t know if I was going to return to this space, or in what capacity, but it is a part of me and my path.
I created this blog nearly 14 years ago as a space free of judgment and one of radical acceptance.
Though it was quiet for a bit while I went through my trial by fire for resisting change, I am grateful I kept the flame going, if only an ember.
As a Torchbearer, I can work with an ember. It means there is still life, still something to create with, still stories to be told.
I plan on doing book reviews and focusing on tackling some of the wild disinformation I see on platforms like TikTok. I am all for Witches sharing history and knowledge but not when it’s knowledge saying Belladonna is illegal.
Yes, a creator really said that ten toes down.
Like the name of my brand + business suggests, I am a Giant, and even Giants fall.
But we also rise.
It is in our rise that we find our greatest strengths.
I hope to reconnect with my audience in this space and on Facebook again.
I do hope you’re still out there.
If not, my fire will lead you home to the Crossroads as it once did.
Lux in Tenebris Lucet
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