Time to Rage
Doing the right thing or at least shaming myself for doing the wrong thing. That was the role taken and necessarily so to try to upkeep the structure of what I needed to be in order to validate my life here as a human.
I have tried. I have really tried. But I cannot keep down the voice that has never let me be perfect, the annoying inconvenience that burst and flames at spotanous times and it says the same thing
I DID NOT GO THROUGH THOUSANDS OF YEARS OF EVOLUTION TO BE LIKED
I DID NOT COME HERE TO BE A SEDATED VERSION OF MY SPIRIT
Now I am in chaos. Nothing means much. It is outrage to know to realize…..that everything that is happening does not need to be the case. The outrage to know that the suffering in this world is a result of unspoken truths and unmet pain within each and every person.
The outrage that I have come to understand information but cannot transfer it onto people, into people
I have overidden the program. It is now system error and I can rage. I can rage for myself and for every sexualised part of my body that was not any man’s to possess in image in mind or in body
I rage for the ancestors of female repression and for the witches in my lineage who have been tames and shackled by threat of mortality
Over and over again
Until they became limp and in hatred of their own power
Me
I am their daughter
And I am allowed to rage
And I am allowed to wild
And I am allowed to strip
Me
I am their daughter
And I am free
And I am free
And I am free
The ultimate avoidance is mass and chronic and deeply engrained in the abyss of the psyche
Avoidance of our mortality
Delusion of death
We cannot die
But you must kill the identity who is separate and striving
To know you cannot die
You can only be immortal
If you are the soul incarnate
Full expressive
And to be the soul is the largest inconvenience this human has ever met
And the only channel to freedom
It is time to colour the world in rage
Beautiful gorgeous connected rage
Rage for injustice
Rage for lies
Rage for suppression
Rage for abandonment of ourselves and each other
This has been a traumatic birth.
This human specimen has been a traumatic birth
And the trauma is the only way to call in love
It is the gap of love
It is a hole in the middle of our earth body
And the whole must empty out
In order for water to flow into it and allow life to grow
But that liminal period before water and after the purge
It has no mercy
It is absolute death
And only in accepting that and still surviving
We can finally realise that death
Is absolutely necessary
And absolutely freeing
