But what if I could be so bold as to propose that we are all little aspects of our source, and we have the ability to create our own reality. That being said, the more little aspects of source that come together at once and create something else, the more chance we can have at change. All it takes is a good leader... A good cause and a good method.
I'm not a leader, per se. It may seem so because I have been called Commander for the past five years. But all that sets me apart is I'm not afraid to speak up, and once I get on a roll, I am a relentless power machine. Okay, maybe I am a leader. Perhaps I just haven't accepted that, and one day I may jump up on a chair and make a speech, and everyone will listen. I don't dream of being the center of attention. I dress outlandishly. I carry around a little pink box that I've since learned is like what strippers carry around in the clubs. I am really just a big dork who should have been a pirate way back in the day when it was necessary to rebel against a tyrannical crown.
My family raised me to be patriotic. I am essentially a true American; a daughter of the revolution. And when you boil down the American dream, it's to battle for life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness. GIVE ME LIBERTY OR DEATH! Yes, I would die for such a cause. I would witthold my right to even procreate because I do NOT accept the consensus reality that has been shoved down my throat, and I do not wish this for any child of mine. I've tried. But ultimately, I just can't accept it. What a tragedy, right? Almost 40. Still single. Unable to really deal with the world. Unwilling to. But I'm not alone. Welcome to the crux of my generation!!!
And so I find my refuge in art... which is what brought me to the Savage Lands of Los Angeles. By Savage Lands, I mean downtown LA. What a far cry from the faery forests of the SCA! This place reminds me of some kind of post apocolyptic mad-max escape from New York city in the future. The bums of Skid Row wander the streets at night, lumbering like zombies. The streets are caked with years of filth. The air is aweful to breathe. But I LOVE the empty foggy orange-lit nights. There's a blank canvas feeling that stirs my soul.
My road to the Savage Lands came after opening the portal to Burning Man; that temporary desert city made of art, and peopled by artists from all over the world who, coincidentally, numbering in around 40,000, also cannot accept the consensus reality. After my first Burning Man, I was spiritually summoned to Los Angeles. I went home to Colorado, dumped all my accumulated shit in the trash, and drove to LA, crying and miserable. I came here to face my paralyzing fears once and for all. And I have been raked through the coals since I came here. I have since burned off all the crap that has held me in a holding pattern of self-created stories, self-designed to keep me in a mental prison, and therefore able to be a citizen of the consensus reality.
The more I experience the sharp contrasts of fear and despair and pain... the more I release it, and understand what it means to be unhindered by the stories I've created, the more I understand what my power as an individual member of the whole is. I am here as a reflection to you... a bridge to your own self-mastery. I have many a tale to tell.
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