When the world falls apart, we must listen.
There are forces the old myths whisper about — forces that have never truly been laid to rest.
There are powers that will one day unwind themselves from sleep, rise from the depths, and declare:
“I have returned.”
Do you sense the shiver of a reality being rewritten?
Can we listen for it, breathe with it, cry into it, move with it, and dance it out?
Sometimes, when everything seems to be falling apart, we need to call on the mover, the breaker, the energy-shifters.
Do we remember them? She who appears when the mountain seems unmovable.
There are forces that move the things no hand can move.
What is the name of such power? The goddess, storm-maker, mover of worlds.
Her anger is vibrational potency.
When disharmonious forces grow too strong, she thunders — and reality trembles.
The Anger of the Goddess.
I think I hear it — a deep, ancient mother-anger rising.
Announcing new possibilities, a voice inviting us to shake the places that have been asleep too long, to cut through the chaos pressing against our lives.
Time to strike the line.
And to hear that voice that reminds us of the name beyond all names — the sound that dissolves every other sound, the source of it all, and the place each one returns to.
It makes all our modern obsessions meaningless and washes our worries clean.
After all our wandering, we keep returning to the moving light.
In times of insecurity, we must move energy.
We stand in the midst of a great rebalancing. Let’s shake off the dust together.
These currents are made to be alchemized.
In moments of collective tension, the current won’t stay caged — it rises, breaks, clears, transforms…
And if we don’t move with it, it will move through us anyway.
So we join the rhythm of the great turning. Because movement is the only way through.
Despite everything, I am choosing the path of love.
