Awaken

Can you sink below the burbling headnoise
and feel your flesh singing the sacred syllable?

Can you look inward with your original mind
and coo to the nest of angel eggs in your chest?

Can you turn your back on the neck-craning gossipers,
on the eels your parents planted in your mind,
on the crayon paper plate masks people hold over their faces,
on the HYUCK-HYUCK-HYUCK of blaring glowscreens,
on the tortured flailings of millionaire comedians,
on the emaciated rape husks in Pornhub dot com,
on the begging chirpmouths in Twitter dot com,
on the misty mirror mind maze in Google dot com,
and remember why you came here in the first place?

Do you have the courage to sit in the present moment,
as terrifying as that might be?
Do you have the sincerity to bring every part of yourself into the light
that you have labored until now to keep hidden?
Do you have the vulnerability to let the mystic fire rip through you
and purge falsehood from every strand of DNA?
Do you have the faith to let go
and let life’s river carry you where it may?

Awaken, sleeping giant.
Awaken, indigenous terrestrial.
Awaken, holy hominid.
Awaken, savage saint.
Awaken, coiled energy serpent.
Awaken, incinerator of untruth.
Awaken, devourer of patterns.
Awaken, primordial heart.

Awaken,
and begin your beneficent destruction.

_________________________

_________________________

_________________________

_________________________

_________________________

_________________________

Thanks for reading! The best way to get around the internet censors and make sure you see the stuff I publish is to subscribe to the mailing list for my website, which will get you an email notification for everything I publish. My work is entirely reader-supported, so if you enjoyed this piece please consider sharing it around, liking me on Facebook, following my antics on Twitter, checking out my podcast on either YoutubesoundcloudApple podcasts or Spotify, following me on Steemitthrowing some money into my hat on Patreon or Paypalpurchasing some of my sweet merchandisebuying my new book Rogue Nation: Psychonautical Adventures With Caitlin Johnstone, or my previous book Woke: A Field Guide for Utopia Preppers. For more info on who I am, where I stand, and what I’m trying to do with this platform, click here. Everyone, racist platforms excluded, has my permission to republish or use any part of this work (or anything else I’ve written) in any way they like free of charge.

Bitcoin donations:1Ac7PCQXoQoLA9Sh8fhAgiU3PHA2EX5Zm2

Liked it? Take a second to support Caitlin Johnstone on Patreon!

Latest comments

  • The following 25min video by Teal Swan, in a step-by-step fashion, explains how evil manifests in the world. Rationally and with a touch of humor, she clarifies demonic attachments — how they occur and how the systematic draining of our personal life force is what is responsible for keeping us unendingly in conflict with each other. By the end of the video you will grasp that the process of restoring self and others to wholeness is not nearly as difficult as we may imagine it to be. Essentially, just understanding what makes us tick psychically can take us a long way. Highly recommended viewing.

    https://youtu.be/3XHbsjopo2Y

  • Cool

  • Hey! Ms. Caitlyn Johnstone, If I sent you $1,000.00 $ Would you look in and comment on my posts on alaskamanspeaks.org@Word Press.Com ?

    • Well, so far no take up^ of my offer, well, maybe I got address a bit wrong, I was unable to get the .org, so it is just alaskamanspeaks@wordpress.com, if YOU do not need my Money, there is many worthy Org’s I can send it to; MSF, comes to my mind and my Local Food Pantry, or The Road Home Foundation, or others…….Planetary Panopticon, Economist Magazine, Technology Quarterly/The Internet of Things…….

  • A soft breeze. i’m grateful for it. Thank you.

  • I have awakened and what I see makes me sad and angry. Such a waste is so useless. Most of humanity is in a lost wasteland of complete delusion. Let them sleep their way through life unaware of how things could have been.

    • A man shall not enter into the Heaven he dreams of, unless he enters, naked, as the day he was Born into this world, as he enter’s, so shall he go out….Wake up^, wake up^, let us Sell you the promise of Dreams, of a Brand New T.V., of a New Micro-wave Oven, of that New $100,000 dollar auto-mobile, sell YOUR-SELF into Wage-Slavery, we will make all of your dreams come true, we will help YOU build that Castle on the Hill, just Sign -Here; on the dotted Line! A Waste-Land Indeed, not some-thing we want to gift our Children a Future, No Animals, No Birds, No Nothing…..

  • Yasss lawd!!
    BestPostEver
    ✌⚘⚘✒

  • Beautiful Caitlin. A hymn to awakening. A sacred empowerment. Thank you. And thanks to your creative Muse, and the deep Source of it’s gifts.

  • yes,…i am positioned here in rutland, vt to do the sacred work for our present/future awakening…haha…the indiana limestone sculpture I carved called “awakening serpent” rests on its pedestal 50 feet from where I sit and type

    a small group of us have initiated an effort to create a neighborhood center in a poor desecrated community edging toward lower middle class gentrification. my wife and I have lived here for over 10 years, and we interact with a diverse cross section of descendants of immigrants whose forebears came to the area mostly to work as laborers in the marble industry that made rutland, vt, the wealthiest town in the state for almost a 100 years into the 1950’s. and now a place where an x mayor’s 33 y.o. son died in a gun battle with local police

    a place whose story of desecration is commonplace in small towns across the country

  • A resounding yes to it all, Caitlin.. bravo!! After looking deeply into the abyss I knew that the only way to overcome the destructive forces looking back was to armor myself in the power of Spirit and never waver in the certainty that this is a fight that Love can and will win.

  • Kipling comes to mind
    If—
    By Rudyard Kipling

    (‘Brother Square-Toes’—Rewards and Fairies)

    If you can keep your head when all about you
    Are losing theirs and blaming it on you,
    If you can trust yourself when all men doubt you,
    But make allowance for their doubting too;
    If you can wait and not be tired by waiting,
    Or being lied about, don’t deal in lies,
    Or being hated, don’t give way to hating,
    And yet don’t look too good, nor talk too wise:

    If you can dream—and not make dreams your master;
    If you can think—and not make thoughts your aim;
    If you can meet with Triumph and Disaster
    And treat those two impostors just the same;
    If you can bear to hear the truth you’ve spoken
    Twisted by knaves to make a trap for fools,
    Or watch the things you gave your life to, broken,
    And stoop and build ’em up with worn-out tools:

    If you can make one heap of all your winnings
    And risk it on one turn of pitch-and-toss,
    And lose, and start again at your beginnings
    And never breathe a word about your loss;
    If you can force your heart and nerve and sinew
    To serve your turn long after they are gone,
    And so hold on when there is nothing in you
    Except the Will which says to them: ‘Hold on!’

    If you can talk with crowds and keep your virtue,
    Or walk with Kings—nor lose the common touch,
    If neither foes nor loving friends can hurt you,
    If all men count with you, but none too much;
    If you can fill the unforgiving minute
    With sixty seconds’ worth of distance run,
    Yours is the Earth and everything that’s in it,
    And—which is more—you’ll be a Man, my son!

    By Rudyard Kipling

    • Thank YOU for taking the time out of your life to remind Us of this beautiful Poem, It reminded me of “The Hound of Heaven”, by Francis Thompson!

  • Can’t quite reach to rip the paper plate masks from Hillary and Donald
    Sleeping nightmares linger
    A succubus waiting at my subconscious bedhead
    A vision of the future
    Vultures circle above
    Night sweats and a rabid hound
    Guiding me through Hades
    Laughing data abounds
    Choking my optimistic linguistics
    Orphaned children
    Drinking from the gutter

  • Did you go off your meds last night. I have never been a fan of this type prose especially when trying to emit some nebulous or altruistic message. You are entitled to a mystical hiccup now and again in such a long list of outstanding articles.

  • Alchemist of words – you make magic with them again.An honour to read your art. Brilliant Awesome.

  • Amazing Wow. Just when words started to seem meaningless.. your alchemy brings them to brilliance and awesomeness

  • You’re writing this evening, both this and the ‘things are getting weirder’ article, are really striking a chord. As it happens right now, you’re really capturing my experience. I feel like my ‘paper plate mask’ is crumbling, my ability to keep the tower upright in the stormy sea is weakening. And I’m so scared, of both the complete unknowing of what’s going to happen or take its place, but also of the pain of trying to hold on to and prop up the structures that I and everyone else need to just have. And then what does it matter when the whole world is getting weirder and unpredictable and undermining those structures anyway? The map is gonna be pulled from under us. Your poem seems to suggest that that pain and total, enormous leap into unknowing will be worth it. I just don’t know if I can push that hard. I don’t believe I’ll come up brighter. I just wonder how you can be so sure.

    Thanks by the way, you’re totally amazing.

  • Yes – yes- yes! Since I was twelve and on the verge of young adulthood and decided to do my own thinking,
    to accept only what I knew was true, never to abdicate form my right to think for myself and follow wherever it led.
    Now, sixty-five years later, the story of where I was led, who I met and what happened is recorded and much revealed that was beyond comprehension while it was happening. A truly unexpected life, so rich, so layered, so many truths exposed that now stand surety for my sanity in this ‘weird” world.
    People ask, “Do you believe in God?”. My reply is “No! I do not need to. We are friends, joined at the heart and soul for ever and ever. Aum. You do not ‘believe’ in something or someone who you know.is always there, even when you are preoccupied with mundane issues.”
    I have a black T shirt. In it is printed the recommendation the “Question More”. That is where to start to awaken to what is. And question the verity of what is presented to you as seemingly the truth. Truth has as many layers as an onion and then think about what lies at the heart of an onion. It is very small. The truth is very small to grasp and when you have grasped it you know it all. You relax. You let go. You rest. You watch. You smile, You wait, You watch as Creation’s Purpose unfolds. And above all you smile or, if your sense of humour is alive and sparking well, you laugh out loud at what you witness.
    All that is happening today has to happen. There has never ever really been a choice. The Law of Karma
    came at the very moment of the Beginning of All and Everything. It was built into at the moment Duality
    became the Creators first and only modus operandi.
    Seek and you WILL find. It is true, absolutely.

    You understand.

  • What I try to do with my Yoga Performances.

    Amazing Amy: Eccentric YOGA Entertainer
    https://www.reverbnation.com/amazingamycontortionistuniqueyogadancer

  • The lesson my insight meditation teachers taught me is that the awakened state of mind in a refinement of, and an extension of ordinary everyday state of mind, but innately identical to everyday state of mind. So, if that is true, all the pyrotechnical language, although beautiful, imaginative, and perhaps even motivational, can also be seen as misplaced. It is everyone’s birthright to awaken by virtue of having been born a human, by clearing away conditioned impediments to realization of awakened state of mind. If it is created, it could be destroyed, and would not be awakening. But if it is there all along, then one can realize it — selflessness. And there is nobody there to claim it; nor any before awakening and after awakening. Learning to live in accordance with such is the important task.

  • I am so thankful you exist.

  • “Do you have the sincerity to bring every part of yourself into the light
    that you have labored until now to keep hidden?”

    Hell, no! (But I’m workin’ on it!)

  • Satori ! Kerouac used to say. A kick in the eye. And at just the perfect moment. You are perfect. I love you. Thank you.

  • ❤️ Perfect

leave a comment