She tells me that I am
a disruptor,
a leader.
I check my own apprehension to believe and receive this message.
It is my intention and hope that my disruptive vibration is a lightning crack, burning down the bullshit,
shattering glass houses and glass ceilings.
Though I won’t,
I can’t,
do it alone.
So little by little, my ancestors gather the elements.
But first, they gather me,
reminding me and teaching me in various ways that I must go first.
These days I sit in solitude and
move in silence,
listening deeply with trust.
Grounded feet and well-stretched hips,
I find my rhythm and flow within community.
In and out,
feeling all the emotions that wash over me,
woosh,
baptized by my own self-awareness,
splash,
supported by human beings who believe so much in themselves they have belief left over for me.
Thank you.
I am many things and nothing.
Among them,
I am a leader and a disruptor,
unique in my ways,
gathering the elements before the lightning crack signifying the coming of a storm that will never let up.

Author’s Note: You cannot stop what God has put in motion—and if you try, there will be hell to pay. Thank you to my shooters. I owe you many things. Blessings,
T.

https://music.apple.com/us/album/the-man-who-sold-the-world/1559071750?i=1559071762