Last nights call on the 10-Grand Illusions. Wait until you get to the revelations about creativity and connection! Also some really powerful and venerable shares and processes! The class slides are here: https://www.skool.com/fullspectrum/classroom/485ee8fa?md=fffc5d8213364cad855b55f7868897d8

Let’s play a game. Where we embrace the light, and the shadow. The coal, the gold, and everything in between. Where we claim all that feels painful to name, The full-spectrum of this existence. I’ll go first. . . I carry guilt and shame, I am the one to blame. I am a victim, and I am the villain. I am insecure, I am a hypocrite. I am all of the things that are hard to admit. I feel unsafe, I do not trust, and I am broken. I am a burden, because I exist. And I am so fucking tired Of the pressure To be perfect. To be conscious in every moment. I admit it! I feel limited! I am afraid! And boy have I gotten comfortable, In this identity woven with fear and suffering. Yes, I am all of this. You know what else? I am also a gift. I am safe, I do trust, and I am perfect — AS I AM. I am capable, I am confident, I am beautiful. I have been the hero, who realized that I can save no one. I carry forgiveness and compassion, a willingness to understand. I am loving awareness. I am Human, and I am the Witness. I am the performer, the stage, and the audience. I am clouds of darkness, Thundering with rage. I am the silver lining, A glimmer of hope. I am drops of rain, The prismatic tears of the sky. I am the sun rays, The light that ignites the rainbow. I am all of this, and I am none of this. As I claim my totality, I can finally breathe. What a relief it is, to accept all of me. Less avoiding, resisting, or disowning. More accepting, holding, and loving. For Love can be found in Fear, and Fear found in Love. There is no rising above the polarities, Simply embracing that they are Opposing sides of the same force, All born of the same Source. As I play the game, I have learned That this integration, is my liberation. Now, it is your turn — and you having nothing to lose. Who Are You?

There’s a wild wind walking in my bones, A traveler who never finds a home. She craves the sky, the shift, the new— Yet aches for roots and something true. She builds cathedrals made of light, Then hides them softly out of sight. Her voice, a song not often sung, Held back by fears she’s tightly clung. She wants to speak—but holds her breath. She fears her voice may cause a death— Will friends and lovers truly stay, When the polished mask gets stripped away? A helper’s hands, outstretched, so kind, Yet gripping pain she’s left behind. She gives and gives with heart laid bare, Yet fears her efforts go nowhere. One side is fire: fierce, alive— It dares, it dreams, it will survive. The other, water: still and deep, It drowns in silence, longs for sleep. She gives to all, then disappears, Tucked behind unspoken fears. She yearns for kin who see her flame, But hides behind a secret shame. She knows the stars, their hidden codes, She guides the soul through shadowed roads. But in her chest, a tender war: To be enough, and need no more. Craving freedom, craving home, She is filled with love, yet feels alone. Each move she makes, a balancing act— Between becoming… and holding back. But oh, the beauty in her fight— The dark, the doubt, the streaks of light. Each paradox a sacred flame, Each contradiction knows her name. So let her dance between the poles, Let her hold both shattered and whole. For this is not a war to win— It is the place where growth begins.