I’ve been journaling for years now and not blogging for more years than that. Interestingly, this insufferable fifteen year hiatus from writing in plain sight has coincided with Pluto, the planet of manipulation, control, shadows, death, and secrets, transiting my ninth house which rules religion, spirituality, beliefs, the law, philosophy, publishing, and higher learning.
This transit is coming to a close over the next couple of years. Thank fucking God!
Publishing things here and there feels right, and every once in a while something spills into my journal that seems fit for public consumption.
Much love…
Zube XO
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I ask for Grace when I am afraid of who I am. I ask for Grace to give to those who are afraid of who they are.
That is what hate is, after all. Isn’t it? Fear of who we are?
That’s the Shadow. We find who we are and who we are not in others.
We yell at it. Make fun of it. Hero worship it. Marry it. Divorce it. Befriend it. Make it the enemy. Fuck it. Love it. Kill it. Give it life.
When we’re living in the world without our own sense of everything that we are, others become the tools we use to define who we believe ourselves to be. Or not be. To separate ourselves or include ourselves, whichever serves the moment. Or hides what we don’t see, or don’t want others to see. Or highlights what we want to be seen.
And that’s what I’m thinking about today. That’s what it looks like to me when I consider we’re all a droplet of God/Source in the illusion of separation, our souls eagerly scribbling notes in our cosmic journals. Someday we’ll return to the entirety of the Divine, the universal love from which we flowed, and we’ll celebrate the roles we played and the lessons we learned so thoroughly and completely because we’d really forgotten who we were.
And that we were One.
Teresa Zube 