The Reckoning

I was in Hawaii last week on a spiritual retreat without my phone. This is the only photo I took.

It was a massively expansive week. I received downloads and new (ancient) spiritual technologies from the land that I will share with you at some point.

But first, the energy is asking me to get down on my knees for her.

Because while there I was totally de-masked and cleaned out of the ego trappings that would prevent me from being in true devoted service:

• My ‘rusher-gusher’ who spills, and ejaculates energy before its ripe, has to die.

• My ‘addict’ who lives for her future ‘treats’ to offgas energy and not have to be HERE has to die (and with her, so does coffee, because it makes me high and feeds the rusher-gusher - this one is so out of my zone of preference it has a hilarious quality).

• My ‘victim’ whose pay off is complete lack of responsibility for my true power was left buried in the earth there.

• And my ‘fawn’, a very sophisticated bullshit artist who fogs you and intoxicates you with shiny objects, also must go.

My ego doesn’t know who I am without all these personality patterns and distractions.

My mind doesn’t know what to do when stripped of these masks.

It wants to go straight into creation mode to avoid having to feel the empty space that remains.

Because, without these things, I have actually very little to say.

And this is the practice - nothing extra.

This is the humbling down stroke I am being asked to receive right now. Fully open. In reverence.

I continue to get adjusted here.

And I continue to say “Thank you ma’am, may I please have another.”

And I actually f’ing mean it.

Because through this is also the alchemy. What remains in this void is My Medicine.

The potent, clean, clear essence of God flowing through my channel. Undiluted. Pure. In service to the energy, rather than to my ego or yours.