What is it about owning our power, our light that can seem so hard – even impossible – at times?
I’ve been up against this, face to face with it more recently. When I scan the timeline of my soul, past lives, ancient incarnations, I can still feel this truth so viscerally in my body >>> my power has gotten me in deep trouble again and again through the millennia. Standing up and showing my light has created circumstances that traumatized my soul, sometimes it feels, beyond repair. Perhaps you can relate?