The concept of “rebirth” has been overglamorized - “coaches” & “gurus” dolling it up for marketability, egos of seekers latching onto the fantasy of some beautiful light at the end of the tunnel to soothe our growing pains… few are brutally honest about how intense the process of transformation - of which “rebirth” is only one side of the coin - often is.
Everyone wants to emerge a beautiful butterfly… while skipping the phase of being eaten alive in the acid of your own decay & filth in the cocoon, rendered useless to either walk or fly as just mutating in a blob of slimy goo. Everyone wants the sunshine, rainbows, money, love, success, fame, and everything nice… but few truly are willing to surrender completely to the death of the old self in order to become the being required of the ‘higher’ levels. There are those parts in all of us that want results without putting in the full work and convince ourselves that the busyness in 3D is what eventually gets us there… staying distracted from the fears of our loss of control & self-obliteration necessary to the process of coming out someone capable of handling the life our child-selves wished could be handed to us on a silver platter.
The world we grew up in is no more. Whether we go down with the titanic or adapt to survive in spiritual wars of evolution depends on the degree to which we allow ourselves to become dis-illusioned - unplugging from facades we once believed true, releasing programmed conceptions of who we were, taking off the rose-colored glasses to see clearly & objectively the depth & complexity of duality & multidimensionality of this matrix so as to navigate with discernment through storms that give no fucks for our conformity to societally & culturally-dogmatic conventions.
Or what do i know. maybe i'm the one sinking and rationalizing it through poetic rambles while the rest of y'all are out there happily living your best lives and dancing merrily to the soundtrack of the apocalypse and my music on the yellow brick road up to 5D new earth… 🤷♂️☯️
