The Exhaustion Is Intentional: A Message for the Ones Holding Space
There are days where the air itself feels weaponized.
Being a Wild & Wise mamma, I have a gift of sensing and feeling these things.
Shifts in the air.
I’m already wired to live with a constant pressure to care, to grieve, to know everything that’s wrong while staying soft, relevant, divinely attuned and human. You know the type of tired I’m talking about. The exhaustion that sits in your bones like a second skeleton.
I released an invocation today -in the earth.
For L.A.
For humanity.
…and decided, still, this devotion would be for the writers, healers, oracles, parents, artists, empaths, visionaries—anyone trying to walk through this world with heart and eyes wide open. Especially those of us who see the machinery, the cruelty, and still choose to stay available to grace.
Let me speak plainly:
They are trying to exhaust us to death.
I tell my children often: we are living in a time where awareness itself is being weaponized.
Every headline, every surveillance act, every ICE raid, every policy, every act of cruelty in broad daylight—it’s part of a design. Not just to destroy bodies, but to disarm spirits. To keep those of us who carry vision and voice in a loop of reactivity, grief, and burnout.
But this isn’t just a conspiracy—it’s an energy war. One that bleeds us slowly through our empathy.
I am certain of one thing:
Divinity Was Never Meant to Escape the Fire
I feel that tension—the one between staying elevated and staying enraged?
I also know that it’s not dysfunction. It’s divine design. You and I- are meant to move through this world, not float above it. Our light doesn't negate our fury; our prayers don’t cancel our protest.
We are the storm and the stillness.
We are the balm and the blade.
This is why I stopped asking how to be more spiritual than angry. I started remembering that I know how to consecrate it.
The System Is Betting On Our Collapse
Let’s be real.
They want us numb. Not just dead—but dulled. Too overstimulated to organize, too distracted to create, too hopeless to resist.
They want the priestesses silent. The writers confused. The empaths overloaded. The oracles self-doubting.
But here’s the plot twist:
If you feel this exhaustion, it’s because your spirit still works.
You're still sensitive. You're still tuned in. You still care.
And that’s dangerous.
There’s a storm happening, and we are both the lightning rod and the beacon. Yes, being a human can wear us down. But it only works if we forget that rest, laughter, orgasms, music, and joy are also resistance.
How am I continuing to live audacious- with spaciousness in all three of my brains ( gut, heart, head) and body?
I’m being selfish with my outrage. Seriously. If I’m checking the horrors of the world every day, my nervous system is living in perpetual war mode. I set times where I’m intentionally tapped in—then tap out and return to joy, softness, and play.
// Hey, not my business what you think or feel about this… I’m two- somebody’s mamma. This is what I require to live a quality life in all 4 planes of my body. //
What else am I doing?….. I’m creating-
Rage rituals. I don’t just pray—I wail. Drum. Burn things. Scream in a circle of trusted folks or alone in the ocean. Rage is sacred movement. If you bottle it up, it calcifies into fatigue.
I Guard my frequency like it’s a sacred site. Not everyone deserves my energy. Not every cause is mine to carry every day. My soul knows where my medicine flows best—let that be your compass.
Now this tends to upset folks who have a deficiency in discernment and perhaps no awareness of what their true assignment is…. they wanna do everything for everybody at anytime at all cost of self sacrifice. Mm. Nope.
I let others hold me, too. Priestess or not, even the most anointed needs to collapse sometimes. Let someone else be the chalice while you refill.
I am expressing what I know so many others are feeling with me-
…the edge of a spiritual frequency war disguised as a political struggle. I know I’m not wrong—there is an exhaustion campaign happening, and it's psychic. It's systemic. It's tactical. It’s designed to drain the ones who carry the medicine, the sight, the rage and the light. We are not just tired—we are being targeted by the weight of responsibility and awareness.
And we shall rest & trust, anyway.
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“And we shall rest & trust, anyway.” 🤲🏻
Grace.