Many of us carry both wisdom and wounds from past lives.
I awoke early this morning from what felt like a memory, with the phrase ravings of a madwoman raging through my mind—and with it came the echoes of persecution for being different, for seeing differently, for speaking what others were unwilling or unable to see.
For all the challenges we face collectively, I am deeply grateful to live in a time when I can be myself. Misunderstood by some, perceived as wise by others, I am free to speak what I believe, live according to my integrity, and offer what I have learned in service when it is useful.
It wasn’t always that way.
Across time, people have been silenced, imprisoned, exiled, and killed for their beliefs, particularly when those beliefs challenged the structures of power around them. Transformation has often carried resistance in its wake. The ego—personal or collective—does not always surrender its familiar ground gracefully. Fear rises. The old order tightens its grip. What is changing can appear, for a time, to be chaos.
Perhaps resistance can be seen as a kind of barometer. It asks us to pay attention. To bring consciousness into the places where fear has gathered. To illuminate what has been hidden and, when the time comes, forge another path through.
And perhaps the phrase ravings of a madwoman deserves to be turned around a little.
Throughout history, the visionary, the healer, the mystic, the dissenter, and the one who simply refused to conform have all been called mad by someone. Yet fear has its own kind of madness. So does the desperate need to preserve what has outlived its usefulness.
Still, compassion belongs here.
Because whether or not we remember the lives in which we played other roles, we have all walked through dark passages of our own. We have feared. We have resisted. We have clung to what was familiar.
And somehow, eventually, we emerged changed.
✨Blessing✨
May we trust the wisdom that survives every darkness.
May we meet resistance with courage and fear with compassion.
May we keep walking toward the light we came here to carry.