We Must BIRTH the New

Love this quote from Marianne Williamson!

We’re living in two worlds simultaneously: one the fall of Rome and the other a new Renaissance. We need to be both death doulas and birth doulas, helping die peacefully the systems that need to die and helping give birth to a wholly different kind of world.

I receive these words fully and with gratitude. I let them alchemize within me. And I am called to add a caveat:  We will have to go beyond being doulas. Much as I have reverence for the tireless work doulas do, of supporting, undergirding, and galvanizing.

If we truly want transformation, it’s up to us and nobody else. If we truly want change, we have to EMBODY it. Not support, undergird, and galvanize it.

We can’t be in a supportive role or a role of mere “witness,” as the global transformation that is underway happens. We can’t be secondary participants in the main act. We have to anoint ourselves as key players. We have to don the mantle of LEADER of our own lives.

If we want change, we have to BE the change. If we want change, we have to be all-in, centrally and directly.

If we truly want change… we have to be willing to GIVE BIRTH to the new.
And we have to be willing to DIE to the old.

Death is sacred and not to be feared.
And as the old dies, and the new is born, it’s messy, disorderly, and chaotic.

Through the churning, roiling “death and rebirth” process, let us remain filled with true, deep, and abiding HOPE. Let us be filled with an eager anticipation of wonderful things being afoot. Let us dare to stay healthily positive…. as we face down the unknown.

And let us proactively MANIFEST that which we want… rather than lay in wait for preferable conditions to appear before us.

Let us believe in ourselves… let us Know that we can have things the way we want them… and let us bet on ourselves, as a human species.

Let us remember that “we the people” can absolutely birth the kind of world we wish to live in… if (and only if) we will BE THE CHANGE WE WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD.

Despite our fantasies toward this end, “Daddy” is not going to fix it. “Big Daddy Government” isn’t going to be able to save us from ourselves.

We must save ourselves.

And as we endeavor to do so, we might find—to our pleasant surprise—that the “powers that be” are in support of us. Placing wind in our sails. Aligned, in flow, and cooperating at long last. 

If we bet on ourselves, and put our money where our mouth is, we might find we are bet on. The very structure of our reality could easily shift in our favor, purely through a repositioning of our angle on life, a shift in how we how up for life, and a pivot of our words and deeds.

But change starts with us.
With us stepping into our power.
With us rising in our resolve.
With us leading our lives with vision and wisdom.

With us choosing LOVE over fear.
With us choosing optimism over pessimism.

With us BLESSING our collective future…
Rather than cursing our collective future.

Because it matters… it matters tremendously… HOW we show up.

It matters tremendously… our mindset… outlook… vibration… thoughts… words.

It matters tremendously that we understand and honor the dying process. For we’ve outgrown the old models of governance and socio-cultural control.

Many of us have awakened. We’ve seen through the matrix. We’ve seen through the manufactured reality. And once we’ve seen it, we can’t unsee it.

We must therefore clear new pathways for the living of our lives—pathways conducive to our *thriving*—within a new paradigm.

We can provisionally and metaphorically call that new paradigm “heaven on earth.”

And a return to heaven requires a death.

Having given birth three times—without an epidural—I have experienced the pure, unbridled pain of giving birth.

I look in the eyes of my three extraordinary children… and I recall the sacred experience of going to the doorway of death in the birthing room. It was the ultimate initiation. And here they are, incarnate. Here they are in the flesh. 

The price of the prize of having my treasured children was going to the doorway of death… and experiencing the kind of pain we scarcely believe it possible to endure. Every one of us humans is the product of one version or another of that inescapable merging of life and death that occurs at the time of birth. 

The price of anything truly worthwhile is pain. At least in some measure. It’s the design of life.

The pain of birth has a purpose.
“Information” is carried within it.
It’s God whispering to us. Planting within us sacred codes. Singing into us a song of the new and the next. And never again will we be the same.

Love + Oneness,
Naomi