This is not procrastination.

This is Priestess energy rising,
No more compromising!

While I can hear the consternation
of those old inner debate club voices
wriggling like a fish on a hook,
Is this surrender or sabotage, avoidance or ascension?

There is another frequency beyond any of that tension
Quietly flowing with illogical & infinite
Peace, Wisdom, and Joy.

From this channel, the Goddess of Truth gives me a look
like Glenda tilting her head, smiling kindly,
while gently removing familiar ploys,
Assuring me- You’ve always had the power, my dear
to feel what is pure LOVE
and sniff moldy, scoldy fear.

That something that would not let you push yourself
to get your “but in the chair” or “just do it”
is a fierce Warrior of Refusal
to anything that carries the residue
of abuse to your true spirit --
of trying to be a good girl, to earn value,
to be swayed by the mayor of Scare City
convincing you to vote for his legislation.

We can’t wait for that charlatan to turn in his resignation.

We must immerse you in beautification
of neglected, abandoned areas that had gone fallow,
and shower them with adoration.

To till the dirt of hallowed ground.

Plant new seeds, be willing to wait,
and trust the fertility of co-creation
with the life force that orchestrates galaxies,
and inspires men to make machines that fly.

We diverted you from taking the bait
of the shouldmeister’s saucy strip tease.
We needed to knock you down to uplevel your Why.

Beware of old yarns wrapped in new costumes.
Underneath those glinty, glamy, sequined strategies
is the stench of "bills to pay, people to please."

What appears as weak resistance to the 2.0 clock-punchers
is a 3.0 solidarity strike to demand that you reclaim
Who you really are and why you came.

Yes, again, as we lean into this next swerve
of the upward spiral of humanity’s future-pull to wake
from the spell of slave chains sold as modern success,
and as hard to break as a meth addiction illusion mess.

It’s time for you to let time bend and
wrap around the full moon,
To celebrate this Lion’s Gate portal
and let every morsel of the old doer go-getter dissolve,
into the spaciousness that just knows
there aren’t really any problems to solve.

Or productivity to police.
Ask Mary & Yeshua, Metatron & Merlin to sign your prisonality release.

Embrace the sacred dance of your inner dragons
of masculine and feminine, pragmatic matter and profound Mystery.
Marvel as they entwine in motion like the double helix of your soul’s DNA.

Trust that you a servant of this temple,
and the meant to be reborn leaders who need this medicine will find their way.

This isn't decorating. It's Devotion.

Unplug until you feel the ocean tides rise and fall in your chest
And believe the remedy isn’t more accountability or
marketing consultants or consequences for missed deadlines,
but in giving it all a rest,
and appreciate the paradox
of what it really means to stay true to your quest.