Reflections on Fearlessness
The final line of Hamilton: An American Musical asks, "Who tells your story?" It's something I ponder from time to time, wondering who's going to tell my story? What would that look and sound like? It would make my Aries heart sing to be remembered for having the courage to break outdated patriarchal rules, stand up for what is right in the face of injustice, and inspire others to do the same. I would want it to be a story of fearlessness.
What does fearlessness look like? Well, we know what fear looks like: hatred, division, insecurity, control, secrets, brute force, and the like. Its opposite is love, which looks like joy, truth, care, collaboration, and compassion. Love is plot lines that bring us hope, and joy, elicit a laugh or a "bravo!" These stories' heroes inspire us to amend our own narratives with determination and passion, rooted in love and inspiration. In other words, fearlessness.
Fearlessness topples, overcomes, creates, and cares. NYC mayor-elect Zoran Mamdani, the protestors in inflatable frog costumes in Portland, the list goes on. Regular people, day in and day out, choosing to flow love over fear into their moments through acts of kindness, courage, and compassion, and to follow their own inspiration.
These extraordinary acts of grace and fortitude are examples of the grandest grassroots movement ever that's emerging, orchestrated by the Universe itself. It's awakening people to the spiritual beings they are and returning them to the knowing they had when they came into this world. Conscious of the divine spark they embody, and the power they have as a result. Returning us all, one beautiful soul at a time, to the sovereign beings we came into this world to be.
This transformation can be messy, as what needs to transform first has to dissolve. There is chaos and confusion, pain and suffering, and dust. Lots of dust. But when the dust eventually settles, we'll see the efforts of our rebuilding. Better. Shinier. Fairer. With an awakened collective who have rolled up their sleeves, doing their part with creative inspiration flowing from the depths of their souls.
We have fear-driven leaders who say woke is gone, dead, obliterated. They couldn't be more wrong. You can't scrub a website and think that's enough to erase history. You can't ban books, claw back women's rights, and say, "Check and check. End of story."
Woke, as seen by an awakened and enlivened populace, is alive and rising, unlike anything ever seen. It's spreading, person by person, visible in those turning inwards for answers, and acting on their own inspirations. The very efforts to quell wokeness have had the opposite effect. In the silence within, love spreads. It grows. It gathers, bringing people together in a spiritual revolution—meaning one that's Spirit-led. The invisible and collective.
There's no going back to sleep. No matter how much others work to control us by distracting us with fear and commotion. They know fear is the one thing that can sidetrack us. It slows us down and buys them more time.
Let my story and yours, should you like, be one of fearlessness and imagining prosperity for all. Kindness and love, hope and whimsy, let our actions spring from these places of power and have that be the story that's told in the end. The happily ever after. The revolution that relied on love, the most powerful energy on the planet, and won.
