There is more than one sun in this galaxy. Millions of stars, in fact. Shining bright in circular rays of fire beaming warmth in all sorts of directions. This image has been playing in my head ever since I pulled a card from an oracle deck and it read the word PERSPECTIVE.
It was about one month ago when I decided to cut nearly all my ties on social media and delete all of my accounts of IG. I still have my Facebook though, which as of this week, I have pondered whether or not this too will get the boot out.
For me, it was something I had picked up immensely while living on the road. I am much happier connecting in real life and the scroll of highlights was just not necessary for me to live, and that was that. I have been nearly META free and the solitude for my own life processes have reaped the benefits of that. One example being, heightened drive in my own authenticity. Of course, I am not saying at all to follow me — this is simply another story from the spiral — So, just stay with me and I’ll show you where this goes…
With all the fire of this year and the heat of everything that has come up, I have been recognizing how pivotal it has been for me to connect to my own inner fire / my own inner sun.
I mean just by stepping out into my own immediate network, I see the readiness all around. Change is brewing, communication is firing in all sorts of different directions, and the call to reflect and take action towards to my highest embodiment is showing up in all sorts of shapes and sounds. It is with passion, a will, and a harmonious balance between the masculine and feminine within that I have seen my inner fire and have come to recognize that this Universe does in fact hold space for just one sun. Or in other words, there is more than one authentic path to one.
This does not have to really make sense in the grand scheme of things. Because how the hell is that going to work? I have wondered this too.
But, I have full faith in what I feel, which is an uplifting and personal fire whose encouragement is immense.
I was working out at the gym when I had received the sudden urge to listen to one of my old podcast episodes… it was this one from Sacred Relationships with Patsflow and it honestly made me cringe. I remembered what it had felt like when I had recorded it. Entirely uncomfortable, a hesitancy that dried out my mouth. I had wondered if my rational had completely fogged out. I had no idea what I was talking about and I was so scared that in this podcast I had been offensive or intellectually far out.
So, to my surprise as I was lifting and pulsing through my weights — my entire body completely hummed at my two-years prior invitation and reflection. There were SO many resonances that spoke.
A person’s inner fire as a source of energy (devotion, consistency and motivation). Fire in terms of its fuel for the feminine nature. For example, the energy needed to create sacred space, nurturing, medicine-making, healing, and intuitive-being. However, with all of these ancestral wounds. This fire has been put out, controlled and disregarded. Therefore, these wounds and motivations were becoming complex and confusing. For example, in the podcast I talked about the feminism, and how a person may feel incredibly passionate about womens’ rights.
Am I suggesting this is wrong? No.
However, is this authentically their inner fire and creative path? This reflection was ultimately the invitation I had asked.
I had felt it in my own body when I listened to this podcast. In my body, I envisioned a small fire beneath my rib cage. A steady crackling flame that was being nourished by the air of my diaphragm. I was finally connected to my own inner fire. And, not the healing of my ancestral train.
Six years into all of this — openness, intuition, and growing spirituality — I have come face to face with a tremendous amount of ancestrally-past down wounds. In so many ways, this fueled me forward and opened me up to what was to come. And yet, relinquishing my ancestors burdens was not where I (my inner fire) would come from. I noticed a tremendous shift in my certainty when I let go of making things right for my family and those around me. It was simple but heavy. For many of my old offerings, they did not really utilize my true gifts or connection, and were instead helpful things I knew I could get done. When I look back at my old work I created, I recognize this. And, it may sound confusing — but by creating in this way, I did not really stay in my own lane. And, was just doing whatever I can — which does not feel the same at all as it does to listen and create with my heart.
I know this brings up a controversial topic. Because fairness and inequity are not just ancestral pains. Our world is saturated in it today. What does a person do? How do we make this right? Do we just sit back and do nothing?! These are the questions I am dancing along and ultimately, I may not be getting it right. Which, may be the greatest lesson for tonight.
I do know this — Nothing is going to change if a person does not stop making decisions fueled by brokenness and pain. Whether that is subconscious or not. Authenticity is necessary action that has allowed me to live in a way that is dharmic, in alignment, and collaboration with a universal trust.
Last week, on the Equinox, as I burned journals and cards, I told a friend how I did not believe in the sentiment that time will heal. As I said it, I thought of my father whose wounds are so deep that my ancestors sent me visions of a jaguar purring at my legs. In jungle cultures, jaguars are powerful guides in which take a person into the shadow realms where she may find lost parts of her soul.
Time and presence, I had told her. It requires reflection. Unless there is space for contemplation, truly seeing what is beneath the surface, inquiring where the motives are coming from and what is the reasoning for why this will or will not be done — who is to know what purpose this serves? Maybe it is for our own healing. Maybe this is for ourselves. Not everything that ignites my energy is meant to be a commodity or shared.
Maybe for this era of humanity, we are the sweepers. Dusting off what no longer serves us so the jewels that are ready to shine can be seen. Maybe there is a lot of spiritual business out there that is trying to sell this dust.
This brings back the image of a galaxy. With all those shining stars, it will be easier to grasp the reality that our universe does in fact hold more than one sun.
With all my love,
Patricia Alessandria Rose Levy
