Why aren’t all of us powerfully manifesting our lives in accordance with our truest hearts’ desires? You must have heard the phrase “I gave my power away”. We all gave our power away. And those in the universe who’s “job” it is to suck up that denied power are doing a fine job of it too. And they use that power “against” us because we, at some early point many eons ago, judged against power as being wrong to have and use, unloving in fact. The judgment has since reflected to us from ‘out there’ as…yup, power unlovingly used. In our judgmental selves we’d rather be right than happy. Judgments against our own inherent power – power to draw desired realities toward ourselves, power to keep ourselves safe, etc – hold that power at bay from reaching its potential in us.

Speaking of power, consensus judgments have incredible power. When something is accepted as “reality” by a majority of people in the world, that reality is exponentially empowered to remain manifest. As individuals, all we can do when facing classic consensus judgments in ourselves is release them and feel the feelings of hopelessness and whatever else arises while attempting judgment release. Sometimes what feels like truths are really judgments in disguise, repeated and believed by so many that they take on the appearance of truth. “I have no power as an individual to change things” is one example of such a judgment.

True loving power doesn’t overpower anybody or anything to meet its agenda. The power to stand firm in one’s right role and place, saying yes or no with conviction is the first step on a long road back to recovering our trust for our deeper powers of manifestation and magic.

The following poem speaks to what has happened to this power, and hints at how we might get it back.

The Dark Before Dawn

Little boy blue has shit on his shoe

And doesn’t want to notice

He say, “it’s you who stink

And if you think

We’re letting you empower

Well, we’ll never cower

From a war in which we’ll win

We are the masters of spin

And this great country of ours

Despite the din from the great unheard

Herd, will not go idly

Into that good night.

Nope, not us…we’ll fight fight fight

Because of course, we’re right

And right wins wars, and evens scores

And more.

We say, you scurvy whore

Battle me, and you will see

Who still steals the flower of power

From the weak and undeserving.”

Fie upon that! I’ll spit in my hat

‘fore I’ll go back to being

as before, when I blamed you

as the causal bore and believed it.

Yes, that’s right, I bought that bullshit

Cuz I barely knew better.

Now it’s down to me & mine

Who are doing time

In our sheds and caves

Riding the waves

Of our emotions and devotions

To She who will save us.

So if you feel it,

make a fuss, you gloomy gus,

Guilt ridden and gone from sight

Give up going past your plight

And let’s live for today

Though it’s not all play.

The row we hoe is uneven and dark

And we are frightened

And our hearts

Have tightened

Somewhat.

It’s the dark before dawn

So quit playing the pawn

And leave their game cuz it’s

Only the same tame shame

Join us on the edge

Make your inner pledge

To piss or poop so to please the pot

Before they come and throw you off

And you scream, “why me?

The world’s gone crazy, and

I didn’t know.”

Yes you did

But you ran and hid

God help me

Let’s take responsibility

For being free