Guiding Your Inner Quest by Sharing My Own
A creative exploration of Spirituality, Soul & Vision in pursuit of a life well lived.
Hello, Seekers.
I am called; as we all are.
A call to which I can’t not answer. A refusal would surely mean death. This I know in the sturdiness of my bones.
Maybe you’ve heard the call, too.
The career, relationship, way of life will no longer work for your soul. An eruption is imminent. The reverberations felt deep within the crust of your body’s Earth will not allow you to look away. You stave it off as if it’s a wandering, impoverished stray dog that has mysteriously made its way to your front door. Go away. I have nothing for you. The door closes, but the knowing, gnawing, ache in your chest persists, you simply cannot neglect the precious, piercing draw for something more.
You have been called.
It is a knowing deeper than any possible knowing. A cavern so vast, so wide you cannot hear the echo below. An abyss of dread. You wail in utter defeat, rivers of tears falling down the slopes into open, empty palms as you ask yourself, What will become of my life?
But step you must.
Risk is written on the concrete wall between you and the ancient corridor of the pilgrim whose only language is not spoken in words, but in intuition. A journey on an unknown path, wrought with uncertainty, heading straight into darkness. This is the embarkation designed by your soul. This is your quest.
I have been here more than once. Staring into the dark impasse of my life, accompanied only by something deep inside me asking me, urging me, begging me, and finally forcibly thrusting me into the night. Pulled against my will, against all that I have been taught to believe, embody, value, and present. I am wholly changed.
I beg of you, do not wait until you are flung into the molten lava of your own becoming.
Step gracefully, powerfully, and with an open hand, breathing in the auspicious, early morning air of all that you will become. Courageously walk into the fertile void of eternity, destiny, and the unfolding epoch of your one irreplaceable Life.
The refusal is magnetizing.
Guided by Self, Soul, Spirit, Source, Ancestors, Inner Guides, and Mother
THERE IS NO TURNING BACK. TRUST IS YOUR ONLY CURRENCY HERE.
YOU WILL FIND YOUR WAY.
A refuge in which to seek nourishment, guidance, and protection for your quest. May you find something here that allows you to continue, to heal; an artifact of soul that sustains you.
May these artifacts be passed on to those next to you and behind you.
This is my gift, given freely, in love and reverence to the wondrous, loving, enraptured Mystery that guides us all.
With love and a deep bow to your soul’s becoming,
Brittney
This compilation of creative work is my gift to you on the journey.
An offering, an outpouring of love, an extension of a hand that says, "I see you".
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About Brittney
About Brittney
my story
I am drawn to story. Stories and myth, woven in time with nature, image, and symbol, have the power to penetrate the heart, speaking world’s deeper than intellect alone. Curated content derived from the human mind, or the sprawling technological hive-mind, lacks the substrate that nurtures our inner growth and knowing.
Stories are the language of the soul, an ancient chronicle of experience. A forgotten language that is needed now more than ever.
Introducing myself via story feels like the only appropriate response in a world drowning in rationality and cold piles of data.
Brittney
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