Ode to the Messy Warriors

​I am Messy Warrior.
Emerging from the woods.
Sticks in my snarled hair.
Thorns in my back.
A huge, wicked grin on my face.
My eyes glinting with chaos.
My heart beating with aliveness,
And the kind of wisdom that only comes from going deep into the Dark Woods,
From the Growth that takes place in Silence, in Hiding,
Without fresh flashy blooms or the recognition of the outside world.
The Deepening of Wisdom that only can be reached by the strongest and most persistent of Roots,
Penetrating deep into the soil, past the rock,
Feeling their way to nourishment,
In the moist darkness
Beneath the surface.
Dirt and loam and constrictive pressure.
 
Am I buried alive or am I
Expanding beyond any limits once perceived?
How will I survive down here?
Am I all alone in the Darkness?
I fight in a panic to find the sunlight,
To reach the surface,
But the depths of the soil are unrelenting.
I am forced to submit,
To surrender into the Dirt,
Into the Uncertainty.
For a moment I think all is gone
I am lost in the abyss.
 
And yet,
In that exact moment of pure surrender,
​Of releasing the struggle,
I have become Infinite.
I have become Source.
Not the flashy source of bank accounts and brand new cars
And deeds of ownership
But the Infinite Source
From whence we all came
The source of stardust and
The miracle of life being born from nothingness.
In letting myself submerge into the abyss,
My cells decaying into the soil,
My form decomposing into nothing,
I have somehow become Everything.
 
I no longer follow rules of Symmetry or Polish.
My Beauty is Dirty and
Unacceptable by the measuring eyes above the surface.
And yet
I dare
To Emerge in this State.
To Break through into the Light.
Raw and exposed.
Not fully formed or ready.
Messy, unruly
With the Freedom that comes only from losing it all and
Gaining Everything.
From Touching God.
From merging into the Earth.
I am both out of control and all-controlling
Out of my Mess, the Universe is Born.
 
I dare to be seen:
Messy Warrior.
Unfixable, unsolvable,
Uncomfortable to look at.
Threatening to the Polished ones- still grasping on,
Still holding tight to their façade of control.
All of them Messy Warriors behind closed doors,
In their Grief, in their loneliness,
In their terrifying Love and Ecstasy,
Longing to be seen in their
Uncontrollable Mess.
Longing to be loved without the condition
Of Polish.
Longing to be nourished and fed and
Fully Expressed.
 
I am Messy Warrior.
You are Messy Warrior.
Let us Emerge and dance untethered in
The Light of Day,
Dust flying off of us as we twirl and sway,
Moving awkwardly and off-rhythm.
Feeling the Heartbeat of the Earth pulsing through us,
Messy and overgrown and
Fully Alive.
Shaking loose the false structures around us,
The fears and facades crumbling around us.
 
We are Messy Warriors
We are birthed from the Destruction,
Our Rawness is Revealed
In the Light of Day.
We have emerged, Wild and laughing wickedly.
The Infinite in our gaze,
Clear and piercing through the dirty haze.
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WARRIOR SCHOOL 7.0 is launching Wednesday, 5/8th.  This cohort is next level.  Reaching high up into the stars, grabbing the light and Higher Truth available up there, and anchoring it back down here on Earth so that we all may awaken and evolve.  

Woah.  And she’s expansive, this Cohort.  She is pristine silver starlight, filled with the wisdom of the ages.  Pure, visionary, and ready to birth a New Earth.  

Are you ready?  Messy Warrior doesn’t care if you’re not ready.  She says jump in.  Register here.

Loving you all messy and hard, 
Tina xoxo 

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