You have permission to inhabit your own life.

To say no

To say yes.

To inhabit your own knowing

Your own body,

And all you allow or do not allow

within it.

To love who you love.

To feel.

To inhabit anger,


joy. And heavy sorrow.

To be full of strength,

and to know weakness.

Permission to stand for something. Or to walk away.

To find rest. To tell your story.

To give or take what is yours,

And to never explain why you leave —

Or why you stay.

You have permission, grand permission,

to have a voice. And to use it.

And to let others have theirs too.

To add your voice to the Grand Mosaic,

Your brilliant tile to humanity,

and not be silenced.

You have permission to tell the truth

and to let others tell theirs. Or to be in quiet.

To choose to engage in the old wars

To win the game. To lose it,

or to stand firm.

–Or to find something higher.

To know. –When to listen,

Or when to be cracked open.

To let the silver spores of being infuse your life

Or to watch your tender soul unfurl,

and come to flower.

You have permission to be Wild. So wild

To live in, under, to live *through*.

To experience belief. And what it is to follow.

To Lead,

Or to gather all you own, your whole being, if need be,

and take up your sacred path.

You have permission to live in your full truth today,

Even if it that truth is gone, tomorrow.

To be reborn.

Stunned like a babe, gasping from the womb,

only to find rest in the warmth and soft breast

of new Knowing.

You have permission to follow the call of your soul —

Even if it doesn’t make sense.

Even if it is inconvenient.

Even if it only forms more questions —

Even if it only brings you freedom,

Or a heavy burden.

For you are not a herd beast.

*You are a Being of Light*

Individuating your way out of the sleeping tribe.

You are an archangel, exalted to human,

Spreading the great arms of your wings

into Life.

You are a Boat Builder,

A Clock Maker,

A Worker at the Compass.

Full of beauty. Complexity,

and magnificent contradiction.

You, my dear, are a Singer of the Soul.



ask for permission.

~ Rachel Alana (R.A Falconer) Midwives of the Soul

art | Tamara Phillips

Midwives of the Soul

Author: GreatCosmicMothersUnited

I have joined with many parents affected with the surreal , yet accepted issue of child abuse via Pathogenic Parenting / Domestic abuse. As a survivor of Domestic Abuse, denial abounded that 3 sons were not affected. In my desire to be family to those who have found me lacking . As a survivor of psychiatric abuse, therapist who abused also and toxic prescribed medications took me to hell on earth with few moments of heaven. I will share my life, my experiences and my studies and research.. I will talk to small circles and I will council ; as targeted parents , grandparents , aunts , uncles etc. , are denied contact with a child for reasons that serve the abuser ...further abusing the child. I grasp the trauma and I have looked at the lost connection to a higher power.. I grasp when one is accustomed to privilege, equality can feel like discrimination.. Shame and affluence silences a lot of facts , truths that have been labeled "negative". It is about liberation of the soul from projections of a alienator , and abuser ..

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