to rest is to trust

what it really means to be in the midst of the chrysalis

originally posted on Substack

The liminal space, the in-between, the cosmic goo of reality. Born to be created, created to be born. Death reassures life, life guarantees death. Rebirth as expanded conceptualization. Self worth as art, creativity needing an outlet no matter how it shows up. Expression as a verb, a constant becoming.

Who you are in the midst of chaos is the foundation of who you are in the midst of peace. Peace is something you create around you, a portal to the center of the universe where nothing exists.

For a mere human, this requires naivety, the spirit of the pages from tarot. The fool whose understanding of fear is to test it. A simplicity of thought that is underestimated in it’s intelligence. A heart that’s open, letting magic reveal itself, allowing joy to manifest. Children have this naturally but life can be overstimulating. If you're not taught the skills to maintain that clarity, it can require great strength to look beyond the deception. We are on the edges of consciousness, a density created to understand our own limitations.

Granted, limitation is an illusion but the illusion exists so we know truth. Opposites exist for understanding, existence is a journey. This is why we, as humans, will never know everything.

We are alive during one of Earth’s most pivotal transformations. Hurricanes, tornadoes and earthquakes, a demand for better treatment. Do we rise to the occasion or do we buckle under it’s weight? Do we take this as an opportunity for rebirth or a reincarnation of hate? Do we create something new or continue the reoccurring theme of mass destruction? Destruction isn’t inherently bad but it certainly has its consequences.

Our limitations are our purpose, the way we uniquely create. It's our contribution to consciousness no other can replicate. The universe is in awe of us as much as we are in awe of the unknown. It's all symbiotic, a purpose beyond our capacity of knowledge. We are not primitive, we are signs of advancement.

Time is a tool, not an ingredient. Time is human-made, not organic. Time is useful, not inherent. She's transformed into a goddess, a ruler of perception. She is a storyteller, a figment of our imagination. The daughter of silence, a collector of chaos. She is the sister of space, both present in everything. When they collaborate, creation celebrates.

Rushing is literally a waste of time.

"slowing down is actually speeding up.

what's time but a measurement of our existence?

does timeless exist when time is indefinite?"

Breaking down is a harsh process, it's supposed to be. There is no skirting around pain. You either retreat or you work through it. Facing oneself is the ultimate battle of becoming. It's the Avatar vs. the Fire Lord type shit. The blockage that prevents people from growing. A battle that can repeat until you defeat or succumb to the illusion.

Is your passion enough to get you through the tunnel of awareness? The one where you have to decide who you want to be without getting lost in the darkness, distractions disguised as cruel voices.

When you slow down, you utilize time intentionally.

Why rush pass the minutes needed in your discovery?

Any year. Any month. Any week. Any day. Any hour. Any minute. Any moment. Any second. Change is always available, it's inevitable. We block those possibilities by projecting the past onto the future. Do we want another variation of the same thing or do we want a fresh beginning? Do we want to remain limited or do we want to form our destined wings? Do we want to linger on the bliss of creation or the agony of perceived stagnation?

Rest is a process of alchemy. When everything becomes too much, rest is beneath the pleas of release. To rest is to trust. Trust in your journey. Trust in your intuition. Trust in the flow of your own creativity. Trust that where you are is the same as where you're headed, meaning that now is necessary for the next present.

To follow your intuition requires a foundation of trust. Do you trust you to get you through anything? A question you answer with each step, hesitant or confident. Trust is inherent but can feel like a skill. The skill is recognition and decision. That's what is being developed when you feel "lost". A sensation that pops up when you're operating from a lack of trust. You're deciding constantly, creation does not stop even when you think you're stuck. Keep going, you deserve to find out what you’re capable of.

What do you want to experience?

Who do you want to be?

Write it all out and claim your fantasies. Show up for them and acknowledge that the unease, the lack, the pain, the anger is coming from inner friction. A lack of expression and a victimization of ones own dreams. Do you want it or not?

Dive in despite the fear and realize that you have always been the vision. Confidence resides in silence, a quiet understanding. When you had nothing, no one can take away that inner knowing. The one you stumbled upon during death where you decided to be reborn. No matter the torment, you had the strength to tap into your own resilience. Knowing this pain only added to the depth of your experience.

Take it easy, becoming requires energy. If your energy is being used to purify the water you need rather than just drinking, it will take either more time or additional support. Time is a healer disguised as an opponent. She is unwavering in her presence. Empathy is needed and compassion is key. Remember, perspective is everything.

"beauty existed before its definition.

compassion leads to magic so i decided to pay attention.

and what a mystical world we’ve conjured up.

to experience ourselves.

we question if other planets can sustain life

how can a storm be anything else but alive?"

What you want is what you need. Not so much the physical representations but the feelings they evoke. Love comes from within, our collective hearth needs tending. Become what you want more of. Let love spread from your fingertips. In everything that you do, in everything that you touch. You decide what matters in each moment, what piece you want to keep. You’re creating a mosaic, a pixelated version of yourself. It’s an echo of creation, another version of self.

You’re stronger than your vices, whatever actions that are holding you back. Celebrate your progress, the fact that the idea of change now makes you curious rather than dormant. It only takes one strike against the spark of imagination to ignite inner wisdom, an infinite source of passion, knowing death is another illusion.

Reflect on a time where you felt the most free. Describe everything. Were you being authentic? Were you everything you’ve ever dreamed of? Romanticize your purpose.

Rest is more than sleep. It's also when you give yourself the space to be authentic freely. When you loosen for energy to flow seamlessly, a sensuality emerges, a slowness. One that can only exist when you're being present. And what else exists outside of now?

Nothing.

“i’ve never seen a butterfly come out of its cocoon.

i’m about to”

m.c.