Purpose

Have you ever felt the experience of really knowing your life’s purpose? Like the thing that you’re here to do, and how nothing else can ever matter after.

Here’s how it feels for me.

It’s scary!

I’ve always been the weird one. The concoction of growing up illegally and in a conservative household, most of my weird quirks were hidden, from others, but primarily from myself. I suppose it was the idea that whatever I wanted to do was too renegade and too unsafe. And I lived with that part for most of my life.

But, our spirit is strong. And our spirit is renegade. If you’ve ever listened to the inner desire of your truth, you’ll never be able to quiet that away, no matter how much the cultural, family, and the educational system will want to beat that out of you.

So, my spirit didn’t quit. And over the last decade, little by little, I’ve unshackled my spirit. And realizing that power and vitality that runs through me and my desires has been a revelation. Never has it been truer than the medicine ceremony the brothers of my container and I went on yesterday. What a magical and mysterious day. Words won’t capture what we collectively experienced, but the sense is that we found more pieces of ourselves. And I’ve never felt more in power of my weirdness, of my purpose.

The scary part comes in letting go of the known so this path of mystery can be followed more thoroughly. This means that there’s more unshackling I have yet to do.

And I want you with me. Each of us is here to express our purpose. It’s not what we do, but rather an extension of who we are, of what we’ve experienced that we can’t help but share!

So, come unshackle with me. In the meantime, if someone calls your vision weird, strange, or uncouth, I want you to come talk to me, or send them to me. This life is full of mystery that once experienced will make you realize that your quirks ARE your gifts!

Thank you to anyone who has ever trusted me. It’s a gift.

Thank you Wachumita for continuing to trust me to open my heart. You are a gift.

And thank you Apu Picchu. See you soon.

Now, this manifestor rests before the next round of unshackling.