Feasting Friday


You’ve done good for a kid who came from a culture that ate their Elders.

If you had living Elders leading your leaders, you would already know that the task of your life is to give birth to your Soul, and that what grows Soul is deliberate disobedience.

You’d know that getting what we call a body is one of the most sought after experiences in the cosmos. You’d know that the Earth is a deity, our bodies her seeds, and planted in each of us is a sacred kind of plant we’ve come to call Soul.

You’d know that the task of life is to grow an Ego capable of hatching Soul. And that you are not born with a fully developed Soul, rather, a Soulshard lives in each of us. What grows Soul is deliberate disobedience.

I can see your confusion. Allow me to elaborate.

To survive the helplessness of your infancy, you learned the codes of your family, town, state, nation, and culture. Most of ‘you’ are patterns of thoughts, emotional reactions, and behaviors you inherited from your environment. We all must pass through this stage, it is how we begin to develop an ego.

Deliberately disobeying the habits of thought, emotional reactivity, and behaviors you inherited is what grows soul.

aka - stop sleepwalking and start experimenting.

Depending on your unique wounding and wandering, the automatic inherited life begins to hurt between age 15 and 30. For many, it begins as a slow howling hollowness. If you share this feeling with others, you’re either ignored or guided to a psychiatrists office.

You are not insane. You are not broken. The howling hollowness means the soulshard in you quivers. It yearns. The first yearnings of soul will land like an ominous howl to the automata ego raised in a Culture allergic to Soul.

Embrace what quakes. Don’t look away. Lean in and write yourself the truth. Write sentences that quicken your heart and send blood between your legs. Turn yourself on admitting what you actually want to do with this one precious life.

Do this everyday. Write until you find tears, fear, or turn on — then go do something that scares you -- today. Everyday. Cultivate your capacity for greater quantity and quality in your fear adventuring.

Then share the stories of your adventures with us.

  1. Telling ourself the truth where in the past we lied to ourselves; this feeds soul.
  2. Doing things we fear, but deep down know we want; this feeds soul.
  3. Turning your life into stories and sharing them with others; this feeds soul.

There is a wild, fantastic and more meaningful life awaiting each of us who dare to feed our soulshard until it hatches.

A good teacher helps others feeds their souls till it hatches. Few teachers want to do this because a hatched Soul does.not.follow.directions. unless their Souls agree. Hatched Souls are table flippers, paradigm changers, and cultural evolutionaries.

A good teacher will also warn you: hatching soul will require you get 'sick.' It looks different for all of us, but for Soul to fully emerge, we will spend years walking the Underworld by night, then answering emails in the morning.

It will take years to navigate, but you’ll do it, and having done it, you’ll emerge as an Ego-Soul.

And you’ll be ready to start flipping some fucking tables.

Song I'm Listening on Repeat

Don't Let Go (what your soul is singing to your ego lol)

Quote I'm Enjoying

Weekly Journal Prompt

Find the true sentence that when you write it, it makes you cry.

Find the true sentence that when you write it, you're turned on.

Find the true sentence that excites you to think about but scares you imagining you'll do it.

Once done, go do something that makes you feel one of the above three emotions.

Bonus: tell someone the story when it's over.

Erick Godsey

Every week, I bring the best of what I've gathered. Enjoy the feast.

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