Pray.
And sampling.
Right here.
Right now,
In this breath,
In this body.
In this beloved moment.
That has never existed before.
And will never exist.
Again.
You are not broken.
You are not behind.
You are a being.
Vast.
Alive.
And something in you already knows this.
Let it begin.
Breathe down into the Earth beneath you.
Feel the ground.
Below you.
So lead.
Patience.
Ancient.
There is a word the Earth speaks.
You belong here.
Not conditionally,
Not eventually.
You belong to this moment the way a bee belongs to the flower.
Not because it was chosen,
But because it simply arrived and the flower opened.
Your roots go deeper than fear Beneath every doubt,
Every storm,
There is bedrock You are held.
You have always been held.
Breathe into your roots.
Red.
Warm.
Now breathe into the space just below your navel.
Here lives your longing,
Your desire to beget.
Not only children.
But ideas.
Beauty,
Motion,
Meaning.
The bee does not question its nectar.
Does not beseech the flower for permission.
It simply seeks.
It simply finds.
You were made to seek.
Your creativity is not an indulgence.
It is an offering.
It is the honey you were built.
To make.
Let yourself feel what you feel.
Let yourself want what you want.
Orange.
Louis.
Becoming.
Breathe now into your centre.
The seat of your fire,
The place where you decide.
Here is where being becomes doing.
The hive does not wait for perfect conditions.
The bee does not belie its nature.
It does not pretend to be less than it is.
Does not shrink.
Does not hide its wings.
Moves with absolute purpose.
And so can you.
You are allowed to take up space.
You are allowed to act.
Even before you are ready,
Even before you are certain,
Even before the path is fully lit.
Belief begins here,
Not in the mind,
In the gut,
Yellow radiant ablaze.
Breathe now into your heart,
The great between.
Between earth and sky,
Between self and other,
Between the wound and the healing,
Between who you were and who you are becoming.
The Big Thieves Father Collective.
Every cell of the hive is sustained because one small creature choose to return.
Choose to give back.
What it had gathered.
You have gathered so much.
Love is not weakness.
Benevolence is not naive.
To be open,
Truly open,
Takes the greatest courage a being can summon.
Let your heart breathe,
Let it beat without armor,
Green Open.
Boundless.
Breathe now into your throat.
Here lives your truth.
The sound only you can make.
The bee speaks in vibration.
Not in words,
But in resonance.
And every other bee in the hive.
Receives it.
Understands it.
Your voice is like that.
When you speak from truth.
Not performance.
Not fear.
You become a signal.
A frequency.
That others feel before they even understand it.
You don't need to beseech to be heard.
You only need to be.
Say less.
Mine,
Mon.
Breathe before you speak.
Clear.
Resin.
Breathe now.
Into the space between your eyebrows.
Here is where you belong.
Not just what is in front of you.
But what is behind the surface of things.
The pattern.
Benny.
But do.
The meaning behind the moment.
The bee navigates by the sun.
Even through clouds,
It knows the way.
Even in darkness,
Something in it believes in light.
You have that same compass.
Let your inner eye soften open.
You don't need all the answers.
You only need to trust the beholding,
The seeing beyond the seen,
The knowing beneath the known.
Indigo.
Still.
Unbounded.
Breathe now.
Into the crown of your head.
Feeling.
Opening.
Like a flower that has been becoming its whole life.
And only now.
Opens.
You are not separate from what is sacred.
You never will.
The bee does not know it is divine.
It simply does what it was made to do and in doing so become the miracle.
You are already the miracle.
Being alive.
Right now.
Right here.
Is the most extraordinary thing that has ever happened to you.
Not your achievements,
Not your plans,
This breath.
This moment,
This being.
Violet,
Luminous.
Be young.
Breathe through all of it,
From root to crown.
From below.
To be known.
You are a being of seven fires,
Each one lit,
Each one breathing,
Each one belonging to the whole,
Like a hive that works not for any single bee,
But for something larger,
Something sweeter.
You are already part of something larger.
Something sweeter.
You did not come here by accident.
He did not arrive without purpose.
The question was never to be or not to be.
The question was only ever.
How fully will I allow myself?
To be.
And the answer?
Always,
Forever,
Right now,
Is this.
Bring your awareness gently back.
Feel the weight of your body.
Feel the air on your skin.
Wiggle your fingers,
Your toes.
Take one long,
Full breath in.
.
.
You are here.
You have always been here.
And that.
In itself.
