COMPLEXITY OF THE “IN-EQUALITY COMPLEX”:
WHO CARRIES COLLECTIVE SACRED RAGE WITH US?
AWARENESS OF IMBALANCED EMPATHIC WITNESS CORDS + RE-ORBIT
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There’s a difference between surface equality and deep equality, yes.
Many aspects of how our culture deals with the equality complex are re-traumatising each other, yes.
But for me the conversation is about who is showing up as responsible to carry the collective emotion.
I am ready for a new awareness about honouring that as a service that has been made for us, especially by indigenous cultures, BIPOC women and LGBTQIA+ folk.
What has their empathy been carrying for the collective? Have we been demonising that as ‘unspiritual’ due to remnants of organised patriarchal religion and colonial structures? Or have we been opening up into spaces for discussion and support?
I am ready for everyone to take on carrying the Sacred Rage and being able to speak up for the Dark Goddess needs of recognition and safety.
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I went to a Black Lives Matter protest a couple of years ago and had made a couple of signs, in Black Red and Yellow with hand prints of my own hands and the word; “RAGE” written in bold letters.
My intention was to honour the truth and power of Rage, and give a container for that feeling to exist and be seen... Hold a vessel in the Indigenous Australian colours, and for it to be Witnessed.
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A close friend was carrying one of the signs for a short stint. He realised that he didn’t feel comfortable carrying the sign. He gave it back to me explaining, "it’s not a good look".
He is a white cis-male, of european descent....& I believe perhaps felt this way out of wanting to give respect and not co-opt. To honour rightful boundaries. The rage wasn’t “his”. I respect that and respect boundaries.
But, why wasn’t The Rage “his”?
Why wasn’t he able to stand alongside me and feel the same emotions of injustice?
And what did that mean for me, standing alone?
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The pathology perspective from a perspective of hyper-individualism and scapegoat-psychology could be that I am stuck in victimhood [and victim is bad!], a narcissist, and I am making every single situation about my own suffering, and that I should be ashamed of that and feel defect for doing that. I am bringing everyone else who is just trying to enjoy their lives into having to acknowledge my hard feelings and that is something defective within me and a product of “my trauma”, which I must carry alone and feel ashamed and responsible to, alone, for my whole life.
The pathology of it from a white-centralising-spirituality, might be that I have a negative spiritual intrusion which was causing me to feel The Rage - I am a war-bringer. I am the problem and the Spiritual Intrusion within me is demonic and I should be ashamed to call myself a spiritual healer with such nasty demoness living inside of me.
Or, it could actually be, that I am picking up on a collective psychic architecture which is flowing through the shadow world of our realities and the fact that I feel it and have taken responsibility for it is because I am myself identifying with the lived experiences on a deep level, of all the others who suffer.
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Highly empathic souls who have been a sponge to all the collective underlying avoidance of rage, dumped into us have un-beknowingly taken ‘responsibility’ for it. How do we go about giving the responsibility back?
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THE EMPATHIC-LEADERS RESPONSE TO SOMEONE NOT BEING ABLE TO CARRY OUR COLLECTIVE EMOTION:
When my friend expressed where he was at, and gave back the sign. There was a moment where he ‘asked’ with his energy body to be witnessed and recognised in his feelings. His energy asked for “agreement".
This was a split second moment, where my emotional vessel, auto-mirrored his feeling-body & where he was at, through my empathy.
In that split second - I extended out my Inner Mother Energy and took care of his feelings and weariness about carrying The Rage.
Everyone’s comfort zone and how they choose to show up for the world - and how deeply they go into immersion, is their personal choice.
Also, in the era of cancel culture it is really scary and takes a lot to actually stand for something fully - because we have different ideas of what constitutes standing fully, AND we need to overcome the fear of being called out, the fear of being wrong and making mistakes, while doing it.
It’s the imposter syndrome that comes from a conditional gate-keeping culture who seems to hold many people back from immersing in the game of life fully. I understand how hard it is.
Also I don’t know if the press would have taken a picture of him and twisted the narrative to read “Look at this white boy carrying a RAGE sign, how inappropriate”. [But I am guessing if he had cradled the rage in his bosom with compassion, and walked along side me, his brown friend, no such picture would have been possible.]
So… Was intensity of this Sacred Rage, my brown-female lonely "load"?
What did it mean that I was also placating the feelings of others who were not primed, ready or really able to own this emotional matter? (For whichever reason?)
Why wasn’t the Rage, even if not “his” originating from him, why didn’t it belong to him, too?
All of the Rage was not really originating from me either, yet I had a belonging to it…
The reasons for the Rage were more than valid.
But because it is so difficult to carry this Rage - instead it was avoided. Bypassed, smoothed over and handed back to me - by folks who were not ready to help carry that load because of how it might look or be construed from the outside.
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WHAT I HAD NEEDED:
What I needed in that moment to have my white european friends stand up with me, in a deeper way - for the collective rage which I had been carrying - to stand next to me, to trust the feelings.
Fierce melatonin magic - the intensity of the feelings for someone who has been carrying rage and grief their whole lives - challenges a white perception of safety. That’s white fragility, no?
Instead of listening and being open to melatonin magic messages, we are often scapegoated as having ‘issues’ by a colonial-spirit-culture. Especially women.
Fierce power, is a positive too. It does not have to be cute and nice and peace is not always about fitting in and not speaking up.
I feel this complex wound, so intricately, because I have always been embedded in whiteculture who seem to freak-out from my Fierce melatonin magic.
That embedded in me a very deep self-gaslighting mechnanism which has taken me an entire life to work with, spiritually and is the reason I am a systemic shadow worker.
I see it and feel it in psyche and in the world-soul [grid] as a spiritual intrusion of the colonialisation-shadow.
Acknowlegding shared ownership for the collective Sacred Rage, as a role that we are fulfilling *for the collective* could be thanked, rather than demonised.
The difference in our [spiritually-chosen] identities & level of integration with collective intersectional feeling states, meant meant we could not stand together. So on one hand - our souls ‘chose; our constellations within this dynamic.
I must look at this delicate situation as a pathway - a ‘destiny to integrate new power’, new depths, new space within.
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