Goddesses & Starseeds & Lightworkers take note: We are not meant to sacrifice our happiness for this Ascension Revolution!
When I moved to Berlin and into my Dutch mate’s amazing Bachelor Pad, this brilliantly sacrilegious artwork was on the bedroom wall. Like, right above the bed. I told my mate I wasn’t sure if I could live with it; its HUGE, its intense, and, according to Feng Shui, it’s in my Love and Relationships area. I wondered what it would create, what relationships it would manifest…and what it communicated about ME that I’d attracted such a piece of incredible self-expression.
It’s by a Dutch artist, Jack Liemburg, and depicts the Christian story of The Last Supper, with a most effeminate Jesus surrounded by beautiful, confident, sexually-fluid women. And I’m quite sure the soul of Jesus would think it hilarious.
Sometimes, I barely notice it.
Other times I find myself giggling as I contemplate the seeming absurdity of sleeping under a piece of art which first appears to be sacrilegious, sexist, and misogynistic. And yet this piece has humour, power, and presence. And it has done for me what art should do: cause one to reflect, to accept or reject the energies I wish to play with in my world.
It’s the Christian holiday of Easter soon. And if I reach in time to my younger self…my eight-year-old self, I’ll be going to church, many times over the Easter period. Not because I want to or agree with it or resonate with the ritual, but because I’m being raised in a Good Catholic family.
Each Sunday in Lent, I am encouraged to give up something I love, like sweets or cake or chocolate. Its suggested I put my 20 cents weekly pocket money (usually spent on sweets) into the church poor box.
I detest this time of year!
My younger sister’s birthday always falls in Lent and so I have my Party Favours bag on my bedside table, filled with delicious treats I won’t be allowed to eat until Lent finishes on Easter Sunday morning.
Which seems ridiculous to me because then we’ll (hopefully) receive chocolate easter eggs from the Easter Bunny, and I’ll have a load of goodies to enjoy.
So I open the bag each night, inhaling the delicious, sugary, velvety chocolate aromas, taste buds tingling, tummy tickling with excitement, as I yearn for a delicious sugary hit.
Sometimes my tongue accidentally flicks out and licks a lolly, occasionally that same lolly accidentally falls into my mouth, and I just have to eat it, swallowing guiltily.
I lie in my bed in the dark, feeling sticky, icky shame prickling my body. I’ve failed to sacrifice. Again! Couldn’t even do one little act of sacrifice for the Christ who sacrificed his life to “save me from my sins”.
It is a confusing time, in this leadup to Easter, filled with gory images of a crucified Christ on a Cross, mean soldiers who hurt him, death, grief, and apparent resurrection. Very confusing to my little eight-year-old human mind.
As we head into Easter weekend, I am made to go to church. A lot. Holy Thursday (to celebrate The Last Supper Jesus held with his mates). Good Friday. Twice, (to walk The Stations of The Cross, and then hear the Crucifixion of Jesus Story read in its entirety. For, like, two whole hours).
On this day my Dad fasts and suggests we should too. When I ask him why, he explains,
‘Jesus died to save us from our sins. That’s a very big sacrifice. He gave his life for us. So, the least I can do is sacrifice eating for one day.’
‘Aren’t you hungry, Dad?’
‘Yes. But I’m offering that pain up to our Lord.’
I contemplate this a moment, not really getting it. And now seems like the perfect time to ask another question which has been puzzling me. ‘So, Dad, if Jesus died at Easter to save us from our sins, why does the priest still tell us we are sinners?…
‘Go outside and play now, love.’
Back we go to church on Saturday night (a three-hour-saga celebrating Christ’s Resurrection From the Dead), and then again on Easter Sunday morning (thank God only normal one-hour church time today). Just ‘cos, maybe we hadn’t been to church enough.
And then when I move forward in time, I am a Good Little Catholic School Teacher, filling my student’s heads with this same information, feeling conflicted because I don’t believe we are sinners who need to be saved. I don’t want to lose my job but I also don’t wat to lose my soul.
Sure, I believe in the teachings of Jesus, cool things like “Love one Another”, and my inner Indigo deeply admires his renegade behaviours, like the time he turned over the seller’s tables in the temple, calling them out on their crass disrespect. He was strong and wise and connected, the Sananda soul who incarnated to do that job.
But the distortion on his teachings, the misogyny, and Holy Wars, and indoctrination, and sacrifice…this has never resonated with my soul.
If Jesus had lived in modern times, he possibly would have been assassinated like Martin Luther King or John Lennon or JFK.
Instead, he was crucified, and as the story goes, he sacrificed himself to save us apparent sinners.
I never believed I needed an intermediary (white male priest) to talk to God. I never believed I was a bad sinner. And I never believed I needed saving. Not in the way they were suggesting it.
Timeline jump to my twenties, and I’ve rejected most of these teachings/indoctrination. Left the Catholic institution behind. And connected to my soul, my inner Goddess, and my truth.
Recently I’ve pondered this archetypal concept of Sacrifice.
Sacrifice has a very bad name on this planet.
The word sacrifice, originally meant “an offering to the Gods”. It comes from Old French sacrifise “sacrifice, offering” and the Latin sacer meaning “holy”. A holy offering.
And then, as words often do, it became hijacked, distorted, and misappropriated. It became a dark shadow archetype, morphed from “a holy offering” to “taking, stealing, draining”.
By the time Abraham offered his only son Isaac to be killed…and Jesus Christ was crucified for pissing off too many people in power…and whole generations sacrificed themselves in wars for their fatherland or their motherland or their piece of land…and women sacrificed their lives and their freedom, threw themselves to their death under racing horses, were imprisoned and force fed for daring to suggest females should have the same legal rights as men…and black men were tortured and sacrificed for the colour of their skin…and today brave women (and young men) in Iran are still sacrificing themselves for freedom and liberation…
…and I am wondering what is the point of holding on to this concept that we need to sacrifice ourselves for our truth, our basic human rights, our freedom?
Do we want to remain victims of this archaic and distorted sacrificial archetype?
Or are we ready to step up and choose a different Earth reality to play in?
How do you sacrifice yourself?
People have been sacrificed and sacrificing themselves on this planet for eons.
Women sacrifice careers and happiness for the sake of their children, their partners, their family.
People sacrifice their own happiness for those they love.
Humans sacrifice their time, integrity, and freedom to keep a job.
Males sacrifice their integrity for political ambition, money, power.
Young woke people sacrifice their lives for equality, liberty, and freedom.
And to be clear, when I say “sacrifice” I am not referring to love, or kindness or the beautifully mature ability to compromise in a balanced way.
I am referring to what the word “sacrifice” has come to mean in cold-hard reality, and the behaviours which it instigates: feeling and playing with the Martyr archetype, a “poor me” energy which leads to resentment, self-incarceration and resignation. And a deep doubt that we can ever be free of it.
What are you sacrificing for your mission here?
And then there’s you, gorgeous Goddess, sparkling Starseed, lovely Lightworker, fiery Forerunner, intelligent Indigo, super Sensitive, endearing Empath… what have you sacrificed for the sake of your mission here?
Earning a high income, ‘cos you refused to give your precious time and energy to a negative, soul-sucking, corporate job?
Security and stability, ‘cos you couldn’t handle the negativity of the system you came to bust?
Friends, when you woke up and dared to share your expanding beliefs and shatter their grasp on “reality”?
Family, because you incarnated into your family lineage to shake things up, rattle the bones of your ancestor’s beliefs and release the stagnant, stinky, rotting playbooks of The Right Way To Do Things…? Were you outed as the ‘Black Sheep’ of the family, dismissed, judged? Rejected or Banished from the Tribe?
Yeah? Me too. And all the time, like me, you kept putting up with the sh#t, abuse, outrageous accusations, and you kept shining, diligently doing your job of fulfilling your mission here like the good little soul that you are, right?
Have you sacrificed your romantic relationships, ‘cos your partner just wasn’t on your frequency…or they couldn’t see who you really are, or your light aggravated their demons, lured their unresolved generational rage from its dungeons, unleashed the snarling raging energy onto you…? Were you conflicted between that deep and amazing soul connection and the distorted human behaviour? As a connected visionary, did you fall in love with their potential, see how amazing it could be, and patiently wait for them to “step up”?
And did you sacrifice yourself in the waiting…?
Yeah? Me too.
Did you even know what to do to protect yourself? Or how to extricate yourself?
Setting records
Recently, I had the longest phone call of my entire life-over 22 hours.
(And in case you’re curious, it’s not a world record. We wondered. Pondered on how you’d prove it. Googled it. Over 56 hours is the record apparently! So we stopped playing at 22 hours.)
Just before this spontaneous phone call occurred at 2 o’clock on a Saturday afternoon, I’d started downloading this blog. Ideas poured in as I reflected on sacrifice. Why was I feeling compelled to always sacrifice my time, my energy, my money, my life…simply because I’ve awakened and am following my soul purpose? Why the fu#k was I doing this? What for? What’s the point?
It makes no sense, and I realised it was a murky, matrix-laden, insidious Archetype I’d hooked into. Simply because I’ve incarnated here.
But I don’t wanna play that game anymore.
Then a soul sister called.
Recently, she began a new relationship. And, whilst initially it was amazing, she discovered herself inadvertently playing this game of sacrifice. Burden. Ingratitude. Abuse, subtle and covert. All at a cost to her: emotionally, mentally, physically, energetically, and financially.
Most poignantly, she shared with me, “I’m tired of carrying the rage of angry men. I’ve been doing it since I was 8-years-old”.
And I thought, As an amazing system-busting-soul incarnate as a female on this planet, she’s possibly been doing this her entire life. As most of us Goddesses and Starseeds and Sensitives have.
And we had this amazing and very long conversation about Love and Sacrifice, and the confusing distortion between these two powerful archetypes. We discussed the value of seeing potential, amazing potential, that drew us in and kept us there. And we spoke of how this potential must be balanced with observing actual behaviour…not merely accepting empty promises. We bonded on stories of how males had wooed us with their beautiful voices, calling us Goddess and causing us to swoon. And then, when our power became too much for them to hold, they treated us like…nothing. Went silent. Walked away. Ghosted us. And we wondered why we’d stayed. Cue back to “potential”.
And once we had vented, we shifted our attention to how we can choose to change it, call our power back, and disconnect from this destructive archetype which has been insidiously running this planet for eons.
So, we are. Taking. Our. Power. Back.
We called that blood-sucking, mother-fu#king, Shadow Archetypal energy of Sacrifice out of its slimy dungeon, and, as it slithered towards us we declared, ‘No more! We. Are Done. You have no power over us anymore!’
Now we are choosing self-love over abuse.
Now we are choosing empowered voice over silence.
Now we are choosing life. Not existence or burden or sacrifice.
We have consciously disconnected from the Sacrifice Game, no longer willing to engage.
And we are doing this with every thought, word, and action.
What does this mean in practical terms?
I am so very consciously clear now. And I conclude that following my ascension journey and being happy do not have to be mutually exclusive.
I can fulfill my soul path as well as my life path (because clearly they are the same thing). And so can you.
I can be a human and be a Goddess/Starseed/Lightworker/Empath. And so can you.
I can choose self-love, just as often as I choose to love others. And so can you.
I can have my cake (any sort of cake, or sweet or chocolate) and eat it too. And so can you.
I can be, do, and have ALL I came to BE, DO, and HAVE: amazing relationships, incredible opportunities, valued resources, success, power, influence, and happiness. In all of my most glorious expressions. And so can you.
I can refine my frequency and I can shine. And so can you.
I can choose to play on my best and brightest timeline. And so can you.
And I can choose to play with other cool kids who share my vibe, who see me, hear me, get me, and understand why we are compelled to rise up and shine, rise up and shine, rise up and shine. And so can you.
And I do this by making each choice conscious, only from my heart, only from my soul light, even the seemingly small ones, one moment at a time. And so can you.
Sacrificing is so 2022.
Sacrificing is old, distorted, shadow, patriarchal energy, and it’s had its time. It’s had a good run, and we are done with it!
Cool questions to ask ourselves
What magical things could happen if we, in the know, awakened and enlightened, refused to sacrifice?
Instead of sacrificing our time, what if we claimed it back?
Instead of sacrificing our hearts, what if we gathered them gently into our breasts and loved them tenderly?
Instead of sacrificing our energy, what if we called it back to us, through the light, cleansed and purified by the light, and placed it back into our energy fields for us to use now?
It’s our energy! We generated it! We deserve to have it working for us.
And we don’t deserve to have our energy usurped, stolen, drained. Not by anyone. Not ever.
No matter what they say. No matter what they do.
And no matter how much gaslighting or manipulation or narcissistic behaviour is displayed.
What could happen if…?
What magical things could happen if we decided to stop sacrificing ourselves, and chose instead to honour our selves…every single aspect of us? Everything everywhere, all at once? (Seen that movie yet? It is amazing!)
What could happen if every single activated Goddess, Starseed, Lightworker, Forerunner and Empath incarnate on this planet said, “Fu#k No!” to sacrifice and declared, “Hell Yes! Yes! Yes!” to precisely what they want to be, do, and have?
Would this cause a light revolution? An instant evolution? A perfect solution?
Would it activate the most perfect execution of the divine mission we came here to co-create…New Earth Now?
Would we suddenly have an awareness of everything, everywhere all at once?
Would we discover that when you release sacrifice, you invite in paradise…?
Paradise is the New Earth
The word Paradise comes from the Old French, paradis, “paradise, garden of Eden”.
We came here to create a new paradise, a new paradigm, A NEW EARTH!
And we do this one step at a time, with every enlightened thought, kind word, and inspired action we consciously offer into our Universe.
We are so close. We are at the humanity tipping point.
We’re activating our Goddess chakras, and we’re shining up our Earth Angel Halos, and we are choosing to play in the most magical Divine Feminine Energy ever experienced here on this funny little planet: Earth.
We are about to thrive, delight, enter the Paradise Game. The New Earth.
We’ve totally got this.
We are amazing and we have all the resources we need to get this thing done.
So please keep going, in your own magical way, your unique style, your inspiring sparkliness.
Stay connected to your soul truth, and your soul family, and your soul. And shine.
Reject Sacrifice. Choose Paradise.
And know that this is what you incarnated here for.
Because things are about to get super amazing, in the most incredible and magical ways.
No matter how it may appear.
And so it is. (Und so ist es).
PS Happy Easter! Frohe Ostern! I hope the Easter Bunny brings you lots of yummy treats.