Where would we begin, if the only destination was getting irrevocably and hopelessly lost?

And who would we allow ourselves to become, if the only mark of progress as we journeyed to this destination was our own reverent dissolution?

Sometimes I want to run headfirst into the unknown, feeling myself completely come undone in the void of what was.

But sometimes… SOMETIMES… my fears seem to take over the entirety of my being.

And it is in those moments, where I’ve forgotten who the fuck I am, when I am laid even more bare unto myself.

Where I am shown the intricacies of the encodings and beliefs that were never mine.

Not really.

Habits and thought models I had taken on as my own, but that were never truly of my own intending.

We overcomplicate things, you know?

Placing shackles of expectation upon the Wilds.

Upon ourselves within and as the Wilds.

We tell ourselves these expectations are necessary for our safety, for our thriving.

All the while, our souls feel like they are dying on the vine of our own domesticated banality.

And what would we expect, I wonder, if we remembered we were without bounds?

That we are, as essence, BOUNDLESS.

That we are, without equivocation, the definition of infinity experiencing itself in a temporal unfolding.

Would we lay down our arms and offer our own bodies parlay from the war we long ago waged upon our own skin?

I am being called to empty.

Into emptiness.

As a way of descending back into the void once more.

As an invocation of myself back within and unto myself.

And it is within this descent that I am able to listen.

To the whirling, unfurling spiral of a whisper of God in the night.

And I am free.

We wonder how to find our way home, when home was where we have always been.

Because home is us.

We are our own home.

We are the manifestation of home.

But we try {and we try} to chart a path.

We set our compasses to be homeward bound.

We travel the world… and our own psyches… looking for the ONE thing that will reveal our everything.

And then we wonder why it’s taking so long.

Why it’s requiring so much effort.

Why, when it’s all said and done, we still feel… lost.

Today, I am choosing the void.

The equanimous emptiness of that which IS and always has BEEN.

I choose a recalibratory initiation beneath the waves.

Today, here, in this moment, in this breath, I trust fall back into the madness.

And I say yes.

Will you?

As always…

Here’s to your untaming,

N

P.S.:

Erotic Abolitionism™: Foundations is underway and it is… beyond.

This is an invitation into the Wilds.

To allow yourself to consciously become lost, so that you can be found once more.

This is also an invitation to put your body where your activism is, and become the primordial evocation of the revolution howling through your blood and your bones.

And, for a very limited time, I have been called to offer a private client upgrade.

So, you can choose to enroll in EA Foundations and also receive a 1:1 Identity Session {+ Voxer mentoring} with me.

You can learn more and enroll in the offers and upgrade below:

➟ Erotic Abolitionism™: Foundations

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