What Is to Give Light Must Endure Burning

The title of this post comes from Viktor Frankl, author of Man's Search for Meaning. As someone who feels like an old witch returned to Earth at this time as one of the legions committed to guiding humanity's ascension, the ancient fear of being "burned", in all its guises, remains like a vestigial tail. And as August heats up, all of us cooking back the dross to its original intent, here in our collective cauldron, can be gravely challenged to maintain our equilibrium. I've been zinged on almost a daily basis this past week, by people I don't even know, in brief, scalding interactions. Mt. Shasta, like a giant crystal, amplifies a 1000-fold what might elsewhere be a blip on life's screen. It sure gets one's attention.

I love visiting Daniel Jacob's informative site, Reconnections, because he gives voice so eloquently to what I'm experiencing. In this article,
Become Your Own Religion, I found the following wisdom:

"Folks used to capture, interrogate, and burn 'witches.' These individuals (often women — usually healers and shamans) were doing unfamiliar things which the society of their time did not understand. There is an old saying which goes: 'You can always tell the pioneers. They're the ones with the arrows in their back.' Being a genius can be a harsh experience. It can also be the closest thing to heaven.

"What we need today is to stop looking for witches to burn and start paying attention to what truly sets each of us on fire. What is it that you do joyfully, with the least amount of effort, and with the greatest efficiency? What is it that you would gladly do forever, whether or not you got paid? Are you doing it, or have you let it be pushed out of your life by other things?"

It's so amazingly REAL — and terrifying — to walk your own road, even as it's being paved three feet in front of you. But as Daniel reminds us, this is what true Originals do. They don't become "like" anyone else, they just become more of who they truly are.

Amd so, with the highest blessing, I say to you in great joy, "Burn, Baby, Burn!" Let all the dross transmute into gold, and allow your brilliance to shine forth. We NEED you now!

Here's Rumi:

"You sit here for days saying, 'This is strange business.'
You're the strange business.
You have the energy of the sun in you,
but you keep knotting it up at the base of your spine.
You're some weird kind of gold that wants to stay melted in
the furnace, so you won't have to become coins."