This passage is from one of my many journals (and I do mean many ) that I had written last June when I was going through the coming realization of the "Crucifixion" exhibit and how bringing that to fruition was going to have a breaking down of some of my personal barriers. To actually see these words now in front of me on my screen verses in my books has a rather numbing effect. Something I did not expect and something I must do. Writing in blogs can seem bland, books are easier because no one may ever read them until you are gone. Writing before you brings tears to my eyes because it is so much more immediate and raw in a format that could reach millions of people. You don't think about these things when you are writing on paper in a book, numb am I now.......... So exposed.
There is a baby in my belly. The baby is me being reborn. The birth of a new creation is unique and unwise. Unwise only to patriarchs that can see this as a threat to a new and different life. For fear reigns in there bellies constantly creating constant new fear. Fear is unwise and necessary only to the point of remembrance. Remembrance of unique fear can only remind us of what is possible.
Love and acceptance.
FYI- This passage came about when I started to realize the importance my "Crucifixion" exhibit will have and the fear inside me came out to a strength I am glad to know I have. I cry now.
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