The Androgyny of Soul

“Souls don’t choose a gender. Souls choose a life”

I’m expecting this topic to garner some raised eyebrows. But, true to me, I tend to gravitate towards what others may not wish to bring up. And I do it because I believe in the community of inclusion and in understanding things which you may not have taken time to want to understand before.

We are finally moving toward complete unity. I know how odd that might sound given the current state of our world. But, bear with me here as I try to explain my reasoning for making such a huge statement.

Souls…are androgynous. For those who are unsure of what this means….to pull it down to basics here without having to get into the whole social context….

“Indeterminate Sex” is what this means. Otherwise referred to as non gender specific.

Souls…the very basic necessity to create this human existence…..

Are non gender specific.

Surprise.

 

Too often we hear people try to compartmentalize this as being something related to physical needs, desires, manners of dress or at the very worst….mental health issues.

When in truth, our soul, our spirit, the very essence of what makes us “us” comes to the world with no defined role whatsoever only to find itself pushed into a role that humans have decided is normal.

“Androgyny is not trying to balance the relationship between opposites; it is simply flowing between them”

How beautifully stated is that.

To simply flow between.

And this….this is where we are moving to. Between. The exact same space that is occupied by the spirit world itself. When I am presented with an energy from the spirit side I always have to ask them to show me some physical attribute from their prior journey that would indicate for me a father or a mother…a daughter or son…

And they typically acquiesce with my request despite knowing that I should know better. But..for the purpose of my work, and to provide the best connection for those I am serving, I need to know where they “fit” per-say into the family unit.

So, I am presented with chin whiskers or the scents of feminine perfumes, skateboards or dolls…everything that I am familiar with in determining the gender that you knew and you loved.

Every so often an energy will step forward and do their best to confuse me because they find it frustrating that we are still so hung up on the specifics of gender. A dad will appear sporting pink slippers and hairy legs…leaving me both frustrated and giggling at his obvious ability to move so easily into the feminine persuasion. To flow as it was…

What this comes down to is basic soul sense.

Those in our communities who are stepping forward and embracing the flow that exists between what we commonly accept as gender ideals….

They are moving us slowly toward the ideals of spirit. To be without the definition of being anything at all except ourselves.

And in ourselves we find each other.

Souls don’t choose a gender. Souls choose a life.

We should let them live it.

And love in it.

Thanks for being your true selves.

We’re coming together.

The way it was intended.

 

 

 

Tania

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Promise You’ll Have Good Days

“I woke yesterday morning with a familiar discomfort spreading into my chest wall….”

first blog

 

“There will  be bad days…that make you cry”

I understand.

I woke yesterday morning with a familiar discomfort spreading into my chest wall, the indescribable ache that no surgeon can find nor repair.  The grief pit where all of my intentions of a good day are collected as they fall over the edge with each heartbeat.

There was nothing I could do to stop the descent, no pills to slow the fall, no hands to reach in to pull the heart muscle back to its regular size. Nothing to do but to wait it out…just another bad day….

No words would bandage the raw edges….just another bad day…

If you have experienced the loss of someone who you love you will understand the feeling I describe above. I can’t say you could describe it because that is impossible no words exist in this place. But you certainly can understand it in how it aches.

It’s like we are all part of a grieving community that no one really wants to belong to at all. Life doesn’t give us the option of a membership choice unfortunately. Because we choose to live, we must go through the inescapable pain of loss. If any one life lesson was designed to test your own ability to want to live at all…this is the one.

As I lolled back into my recliner and watched half interested in what was happening in the world of those that were experiencing a good day I began to notice a theme emerging in what I was being presented with. I pulled myself up a little straighter, pushed a tear from my cheek and felt a small crooked smile begin to form..my heart tried to stop it but like a puppet tied to strings I found myself unable to pull the corners back down into my bad day face…

I was grateful.

I was looking at smiling faces, at life being lived, at funny stories and blessings to others to have a great day. And what stood out was that these were not benign reminders at all, but authored by all those with whom my relationship started in the darkest moments of their lives.

And yesterday/the day before/last week even… their pages sat idle, no posts were applied..maybe it was their bad day… just sitting there waiting for the bleeding to stop. Just sit and wait it out…just another bad day…

We are not alone in our grieving lives. We are a community albeit unwillingly, and in each other we can find ourselves.

And in each other we can see that there will be those bad days….

But a good day will follow…

It’s a good day…

I hope yours is too…

And if it’s a bad day….

I promise you good days ahead.

 

In love…in understanding…in comfort….

Tania