I Am So Angry at the Voices
I can no longer stand silent as you disparage yourselves and your beauty
This might make you unsubscribe, but the Queen of Swords is stalking me in the Dreamtime, and I can’t stay silent any longer.
If I saw you putting a 🔫 in your mouth, I would leap across the room and knock it out of your hands.
I would hold you down and scream about how loved you are and what a gaping hole you'd leave in so many hearts if you unalive yourself.
I would choose violence to stop your self-violence.
I have the same reaction when I hear the voice of self-doubt, insecurity, and disempowered energy, forming words that flow from your lips, creating the very nightmares you say you don't want.
I become enraged.
I see red.
I go fury-blind.
I want to grab the words from the air and destroy them, vaporize them to bits before they can take root and manifest your future.
I want to slap duct tape on your face and scream at you to wake the fuck up and LISTEN to the bullshit you're allowing yourself to indulge in and, even worse, to believe is true.
Please wake up.
Please listen.
Please take control of your interior voices and STOP acting like you have unlimited tomorrows.
Please STOP shit-talking yourself, your body, your prospects, your abilities, your goddamn worthiness as if it wasn’t granted to you at birth.
For the love of Bob Newhart: STOPSTOPSTOPSTOPSTOP STOP STOP IT!
Somewhere, someone is in dire need of what you have and what ONLY you have to offer. What you have inside you created from all your painful experiences and your glorious adventures - someone needs all that - right now!
Somewhere, someone is going from person to person, program to program, product to product, aching to find the relief you can offer, but you've - HIDDEN - it in cluttered closets, doors held shut by crime scene tape, labeled in black ink, "Imposter Syndrome."
You say you want to help others, heal others, and serve the world, but you don't want it enough to overcome your conditioned responses.
You don't want it enough to stop feeding your addictions, to put the phone down and pick up the pen, to turn the TV off and tell the world what you're REALLY about.
You don't want it enough to walk through the blistering fires of alchemy that turn bullshit into outrageous beauty.
Or do you? Hmmm?
Are you ready to wake up?
Are you ready to be a Spiritual grown-ass adult?
There is a stimulus.
There is a response.
And all the strength needed to choose change is found in the middle.
You're the boss of you.
Choose.
Get going.
XO, like really, I love y’all XO,
LMW
P.S. Don’t imagine for a minute that I don’t have to do the same things for myself. Daily. We can stop the madness ourselves.
P.P.S. if you want to work with me, here’s how