The Tower is Falling
...as it falls, many will awaken in the rubble
It feels unimagineable.
As the light of global awareness starts to shine in the darkest places, I’m here for my fellow seers and sensitives who have been holding so much and who knew about all this horror years ago.
I am here for the ignored, gaslit and so-called ‘crazy conspiracy theorists’, the ones who lost relationships, jobs, income and respect because what they knew about this world clashed so intensely with what others could allow themselves to believe.
I am here for those who are ahead of their time, not made for this world and who thought they were losing their minds when nobody else could see and nobody else would listen.
I see you.
I hear you.
Precognition is a privilege.
It is also deeply painful.
We have felt the shock, the heartbreak and the isolation of not being believed, the pain of knowing the depths of darkness and depravity in the world’s power networks.
We have ached with hellish helplessness at what is being done to women and children by those in the highest positions of responsibility.
Sadly it’s old news to us.
We saw it all.
We felt it all.
Many of us have experienced versions of it personally.
We have carried it for many years.
It is and has been unbearable.
No wonder so many of us are dealing with health issues.
Our bodies have been holding the rage of truths dismissed and denied for decades. For generations. Carrying the personal and systemic pain inflicted by those with the power to punish us further if challenged.
No wonder so many of us are dealing with health issues. Our bodies have been holding the rage of truths dismissed and denied for decades.
For generations.
And so, a lot of our activism has been silent, spiritual, personal, hidden, energetic, internal and creative.
We have been exploring spirituality, tending to our own trauma of living in a world led by the worst of humanity and focussing on holding the truth of what is possible when power is held in the right hands and held in the right way.
Many of us are midwives of the new and we have been waiting, many of us struggling to hang on to any hope that this world could ever be centered in love.
A lot of us have done what we can to hold others as they buckle under the weight of it all, barely keeping ourselves together as we do so.
Some of us (out of necessity and for survival) have bypassed and hidden inside fantasy, non-duality, self-medicating, new age dogma, other realms and general avoidance, others have nervous systems so sensitized and advanced they could barely function in a culture that feeds off fear, innocence and compliance.
We cannot make sense of it
because we are made for something so very different.
We have berated ourselves for not ‘reaching our full potential’ or achieving the levels of productivity and success that patriarchy deems valid.
We have opted out, lived on the edges or lost whole parts of ourselves trying to fit in and stay safe in a world not made by us or for us.
We feel immense guilt and shame at not being able to save every child. We feel their pain and it is too much to bear.
This level of darkness is unfathomable to so many of us, so extreme in its polarity from the beauty we see in humanity that our brains simply cannot compute it.
We cannot make sense of it because we are made of and made for something so very different.
It all had to fall.
And as it falls many will awaken in the rubble.
As it falls those who feel the call will finally find their place and find their people.
Our medicine will be needed in a world hungry for goodness, beauty, innocence and truth.
Don’t fight the falling.
Focus on your own calling.
If some of us have stayed silent recently as the scales are falling from millions of eyes, it is because we already knew.
We knew, but nobody wanted to know.
We knew and we were called crazy.
We knew and were gaslit.
We knew but it all felt too huge.
We knew and were medicated.
We knew and were silenced.
We knew and felt powerless.
We knew.
And now that everyone else knows too, what can we do?
How can we take good care of our hearts and nervous systems as things unravel further?
What words can be whispered over a candle flame for those pure souls sacrificed in the name of truth finally being revealed?
Whose names can be lovingly placed on an altar in sacred honouring and remembrance?
How can we soften a little towards our tender places as more truths come out and validation leads to rage, grief and relief?
How can we start sowing seeds of the new?
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I was just talking about this today. Thank you for your timely, truthful, deeply heartfelt passage. With like-minded souls, there is hope. And love. And healing. Thank you so much for voicing what so many of us are feeling. I am with you 💗
Dear Kimberley, thank you so much for writing this, and sharing it with us. I am full of tears and many words bubbling up, but I don’t know how to say it all. Everything you wrote is exactly how I have felt. How I feel now. All of it. Thank you❤️🕊️