What To Do When ‘Role Model’ Picks You

“I didn’t sign up to be anybody’s role model” – Some Free Spirit

Sound familiar? Hey there free spirit, yeah you. What did you think following your dreams passionately to completion was going to do ? How could you have ever made the mistake of thinking that no one was paying attention to the starlight falling from your eyes? How could you be so amazing and miss that you are like the sky another heart looks up to as it lays on the grass feeling the peace of a summer breeze your words travel upon? In a world designed to trap and conform, how dare you believe that no one saw you rattle the cage open with your bleeding teeth and bare hands? How in the world are you still smiling after all that? Hats off to you my friend, with the soul light that nothing can tarnish.

It is time to embrace the next level. And this will mean accepting the mask of role model. Know that the mask weighs both a ton and is as light as a feather. Know that the world will demand that you walk on water with joy, we live through your brave attempts with no fear of appearing foolishly nieve. The way you breathe under water is so inspiring that see here, feathers have grown where rib cages used to be, and with those that have fallen from your heart – I have collected ever so carefully. I use them to sage another’s frown until it becomes a smile.

Sometimes I tell them how afraid you were to leap off the edge, you know, but not to like…embarrass you or anything, but as if to say “Proof!” In a world where so many do not believe in who they are, you are like a diamond to me, to us all, and you can’t stop now because it is only, the beginning. Reward? Ha! This is not about you silly, it’s about us. Purify your intent, under the mask if you must, because we already believe in you, and no mistake you have made that allowed unworthiness into the vibration of your being, is stronger than Love.

This Is A Call To Action. Respond, knowing fully that you are supported by all that is.

 

Celestial Palms 

The tops of the tall trees applauded their wind filled leaves, and as butterfly nets, we gathered the words to open the other’s heart out of thin air. Tongues flapping as translucent wings kissed by constellation starlight’s grace. We spoke of the sky, tried to be as giving as the sun. Warm.

He said to me “You are an explosion of joy.” Then I began to ponder, perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold. Perhaps it is the vastness, the distance between bodies, that alters perception. Confuses one long enough to not see how they shine in the hearts and minds of others. Perhaps the sun thinks itself to be cold –

and you know, just sits there, giving life to dreams hiding behind secret shadows full grown, by stepping across the horizon of a despair filled mourning, singing to the moon. 

And just maybe the moon thinks itself to be a bright shining star. Unaware that its body is borrowed, it fashions itself to be the brightest light in the night sky. 

Shhh. Please don’t break her illusion, don’t wake the moon up anymore than you would yourself. Her lips sing symphony keys that demystify the water labyrinth, and turns doubt into a mist over a lake by morning. 

And what is transformation, but a gentle release of a swiftly forgotten ember from the camp fire. Where the souls of nature spirits dance as cold stars, finally remembering who they are. 

Kevon Simpson 2017

Cuando Los Arboles Canta

Kaleidoscopic outpouring of truth sparkling jewel,
jingling a fine fixing fiery flow of forgotten fun,
reverse twist purged open to speak in parables not uttered,
in a quiet room beckoning deeper silence still,
though billing the moment the cost of the thrill.

Where dose a song go when it leaves?
Slipping, each blinked eye lid’s memory cleaves,
the midwife of melody vines her head from the trees,
but where does an icaro go when it leaves?
Mind like drum as quiet trapping snare,
how is it that we hear music beyond silent air?

We sense where she rests, and come to meet her again,
but where does melody go to be born and call herself friend?

Tu voz era una galaxia,
quando los arboles canta,
mi corazon canta,
no es una idea profundo,
es una idea mas facil.
Amor canta en todos las lenguas.
Tus sentimientos es musica de las estrellas.

Escucha.

-Kevon Simpson 2016©

Medicine Message 2: Freedom To Be Wild

What is in you is wild and repressed. You hide by lowering your volume, and by trying to silence what is externally loud, as your heart screams its disastrous vibrations above it all. There is nothing to conquer, when someone allows you to help, it is not an invitation to take everything over. In positions of leadership, your suppressed wild side shows. Temporarily in the shadow, it waits for its moment to deconstruct and destroy the beautiful gift being presented to you. When trapped in ego, you allow the rising of the hidden shadow to win, you allow yourself to blame the poison in you on someone else. You bring the chaos, by nature of the chaos within you, that you ignore. Look in the mirror, and be honest with how you prepared for the ceremony. Take into account the energetic residue of the days before and the actions you took. Lots of TV, sex, drugs, unhealthy foods, and partying is not how to prepare for a ceremony, especially if you are in a position of leadership. There is not enough sage in the world that will take away the fact that you have to work on cleansing your own energy as a daily part of your life, while being mindful of who you allow to walk through it. You’re not a garbage can.

Don’t pretend to know or understand what anyone is doing, saying, or feeling, until you have made resting in silence a priority in your life. You can’t truly hear anyone through the noisy filter of a clouded mind filled with expectations. You can’t feel the sincerity, nor trust the process of what is being presented, from a fearful heart. You can’t control the gift, nor the gift giver. When you attempt that, you rob yourself of the surprise that brings joy, because you think only your way is the way. It is impossible for you to control everything. You don’t walk into the emergency room and start doing your own stitches. Allow yourself to be helped. Humility is key, you were alone before the thing to be “taken over” presented itself, it is that desire of taking things over and controlling what is not yours, that keeps you in addictive lonely spirals. You want to numb the feeling of failure from trying to control that which you can not. The work is bigger than us all, sit down and learn. If you think you can do it better, please, start. More people are needed. Learn the medicine songs, write your own, learn the meditations, read the books, write the poetry prayers, create the following, create the questionnaire, read them, learn the instruments, be an activist outside of ceremony, respond to each need with sincerity, remember repeatedly that it is not about you, show up strong despite how exhausting the preparation can be, survive being ignored and under appreciated, be willing to die for it, be willing to be locked up for it, take the risk. If none of that sounds like it is to your liking, please be quiet, sit down, and take that moment to pull the blanket over your head and cry, be open to being helped, let the pain out. My body is not my age, neither is yours.

See beyond the limitation.
I See – is a prayer.
Freedom to be wild.

Love and Kindness are enough.

Morning Meditation Message 18

Situations will arise to put fear and frustration in your heart. If you have cleared your intuitive channels you will be prepared long before they arrive. However, if you aren’t prepared, the situation will still sharpen you and make you much stronger. Be open to that. As you open to the truth of all that is, you will feel relief in remembering that all life is cradled, including your own. Surrender to the moment and experience knowing that all is well, and that you will safely be carried to your next destination. There are bigger forces operating behind the veil supporting you, nourishing you, keeping your life in tact. You can not see gravity, but it is there, acting on even the molecular structure of your being. You can not see certain wavelengths of light, but they are there. Allow yourself to feel safe and cradled during the transition, so that your vibration continues attracting the unfolding of your highest most harmonious purpose on Earth.

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Help

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

So, we disguise how we need people
With clever little games
Do this and do that for me now
Confusing all the names

Who is it that is owed, if everything is one
Who made the palms of hands
Perhaps that which made the drums
You are harmony made of rhythm
Pretending you don’t need music
So, alone in silence you sit and sulk
Just about to lose it

Blaming all the world
For every problem you face
Still, my compassion remains infinite
A divine gift of grace
I didn’t come to harm you
I only came to care
Now you send those broken wounds
Launched through silent air

How is it that you think
The energy was missed
I know you need me too
For you, a silent  kiss
Blown from hand
In the realm of thought
where all things begin
The reason why you lose
Too focused on the win
The sideways secret game
To get more than you give
Taking food from another
Expecting them to live

You don’t see the pain you cause
Only what’s done to you
How can you let anyone in
With a barbed wire point of view

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©