Seoul transmission: on war and purpose

Reclaiming energy sovereignty

Earlier this week, I was on a long layover in Incheon Airport, en route from Thailand to visit my family in California. I wanted to let my purpose coaching peeps know that it will be easier to connect with me in US time zones in November. 

I struggled and hesitated to say anything in that email about what’s going on in the world. I was unsure about the right thing to say. I was fearful of triggering people, by saying the wrong thing. But the words that poured out seem to have touched a chord. It turned into a bit of a rally cry to reclaim energy sovereignty; a reminder to protect life force resources from the manipulation of media overlords.

And since a number of readers requested to share it forward, I decided to publish it here (in my safest online space) to make it easier for these words to travel.

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Are we seeing the end times, or standing on the edge of an epic breakthrough for world peace? Will love and harmony finally prevail? Or will fear and division manage to choke an even tighter grasp? No one knows.

I won’t try to distill a century of Middle Eastern history and foreign policy into a meme. This is not my area of expertise. I’m also not here to publicly showcase my grief. I don’t want to add to the cacophony of despair — there’s plenty of that going around already.

What I want to share is a message of love and hope for a better world. (If you need balm for a hurting heart, please watch and listen to this.)

I will most likely be canceled by someone no matter what I say. For staying silent this long. For mentioning politics in a message about my work at all.

We’re in a state of active trauma, collectively, so everything feels threatening. Damned if you’re silent. Damned if you speak. Damned if you exist, basically.

But continue to exist, I do.

There’s no way to be politically correct in the current climate, so the best I can aim for is being authentic. Call it what you will. I call it staying in my lane and doing what I came here to do, lovingly and unapologetically.

In this crucible moment, we forge the character of our generation. If we want the side of Life to win, then we need to move quickly and decisively now. Individually and en masse. Now. I mean, like Right Now.

We have to divest energy from the profit machinery of war and death. We have to reinvest in systems that are life-sustaining and life-giving instead.

We have to try to breathe deeply in an atmosphere thick with hatred, fear, and vengeance. And we have to do our best to exhale slowly with compassion, curiosity and courage. To make whatever changes we can, from wherever we are.

As we witness acts of unspeakable violence, terrorism, war crimes, and genocide — invoked and condoned by those who are meant to represent us — we must not throw our hands into the air, helplessly.

If we want Life to thrive, we must remember all life is sacred. Starting by treating our own life as sacred.

Revolution is powered by us. Those of us with the privilege of choice. When we cherish and celebrate and consciously choose to use the one precious life that we’re given to live, this changes everything.

This simple sovereign powerful act, repeated millions of times all over the world, is the ultimate resistance. It is the embodiment of our purest light — as we face down the dark forces that desecrate the sanctity of existence.

If we distance ourselves from atrocity believing it has nothing to do with us; or if we despair believing there’s nothing we can do; then we have succumbed to mind capture by the entities that harvest energy from horrors.

It’s not easy to break free from the trance of victim consciousness; to trade up for creator consciousness.

It requires a heck of a lot of healing and forgiveness.

But dig deep. Maybe your soul remembers that that’s the big work we are here for. This is the work we were made for.

We have to stop blindly consuming the stories we’re fed; and stop blithely parroting the sound bites we’ve read. We have to free ourselves from the bondage of our inner demons and redirect attention to a new narrative.

We lay the groundwork for a new reality one brick at a time. Even if it seems impossible. No matter how daunting the obstacles, we pick up a spade, and we try anyway.

We see governments and leaders — the ones we once thought would save us — in stark relief now. We see how they are not serving our interests but their own.

It’s time for humanity to wake up. To grow up. To take responsibility. By loving and willing the new world we want into existence. By creating it collaboratively… building it by hand, from scratch if necessary.

To live into a reality that honors the sacredness of Life, we must first honor the sacredness of our own lives. By expressing each unique and precious form in its totality. By diving heart-first in the work we came here to do.

Whether it’s helping humans heal from intergenerational trauma, rewiring our relationship to food, improving access to renewable energy, remembering ancestral medicine wisdom, building strong local communities, regenerating wildlife ecosystems, reawakening our connection with our own body (the list is effectively limitless)… In all areas and in all dimensions, we have massive work to do.

We need to move beyond keyboard warrior games. Let’s not get lost in the digital rat maze. How much energy there is used constructively? A few do have an important role to play there. But for most of us, social media is a baby blanket and a binky — comforting us to think that we’re actually doing something. Digital distraction and depletion is a strategy to protect the elite, who would rather not meet the fully in-powered populace in 3D.

Please don’t let online activity pull you away from the real-world work that needs you. Whether that means you gather beloveds privately, march in protest in the streets, or pour your soul fire into doing your purpose thing.

Recovering precious life force from the spectatorship of war is not bypassing. In fact, reclaiming our energy is required for engaging. It is lighting the holy fire of remembrance under our power and response-ability. Let’s channel our anger and our anguish, so all this death is not for naught.

The revolution is here. We need your participation.

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