There’s a heaviness in the collective field right now that feels almost physical in its weight. Many of us are carrying grief beyond ordinary political disappointment – it’s the profound ache of watching what felt like forward momentum crash into the solid wall of old power structures reasserting themselves. We’re feeling it in our bodies: the tightness in our chests, the knot in our stomachs, the exhaustion that seeps into our bones. This isn’t just about policies or personalities – it’s about witnessing the apparent triumph of control over connection, of power over progress, of fear over possibility. The disillusionment runs deep because many of us genuinely believe we are finally moving beyond the old paradigms of dominance and division. Yet here we are, facing what looks like a step backward, and the grief of that realization is both personal and collective, both intimate and vast.
But what if this moment of collective heartbreak is serving a greater purpose? What if this intense disillusionment is part of a necessary dismantling – not just of political structures, but of our tendency to seek salvation outside ourselves? Perhaps this pain we’re feeling isn’t just about one election or one leader but about the final dissolution of our hope that any external authority figure – whether promising to protect us or to progress us – can create the world we’re longing for. We’re being called to feel this grief fully, to let it crack open our hearts, because only through that cracking can we finally release our attachment to the old ways of power and control – not just in our leaders, but in ourselves.
The weight you’re carrying isn’t wrong, and it isn’t yours alone. It’s a shared initiation into a new way of being that requires us to move through this dark night of collective soul, not around it. What looks like regression might be the labor pains of a profound transformation, pushing us beyond the comfort of familiar patterns into the unknown territory of genuine sovereignty and authentic connection.
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