Zombies At The Door

There is knocking at the door and heavy breathing,

just not from me.

Zombies have crashed the gate

smell my fear and hear sounds of rapid heartbeats.

I hide under victim patterns from old earth.

Zombies focus on consuming. . . . me.

 

We have clean out our collective closet

exposing the darkest of the dark core issues.

It is first chakra survival now.

Zombies from drossy shadows herd 

and creep up on . . . . . me.

 

My friends don’t seem to notice and sit

in survival mode, denying this is happening.

I almost sit down because I want to be part

of the group, but then I take the risk. . . . 

of not fitting in.

I walk among the zombies, remnants of unhealed

wounds, shreds of aspects who have not known

love for a long time. They can’t sabotage me

more than I have myself.

 

It takes brutal honesty to look past illusions.

Patterns repeating over and over, hoping maybe this

time it will be different. Old stories stuck in unaware

blockages, irritations. . . . .I scratch.

 

Healing is not about undoing the past, it is acceptance

of my choices at the time, the path I was on.

I am a different person now, reality is a different place.

Besides, zombies are at the door and knocking grows louder.

It is time to heal or let go.

 

As issues integrate, awareness, calm and patience take root.

I am supported and can support others. I take my power back, sovereignty has voice and action.

 

At this moment, we as a collective

are making choices and speaking with one voice. 

Because we are not in fear frequency,

we do not acquiesce to untruthful policies.

 

In Zombie land we no longer default to leaders playing

dark parts of enslavement drama and using

the same old zombie script, evoking fear at every level.

 

Using creative control over our perceptions,

we broadcast a lighter frequency into the magnetic earth field.

Collectively our awareness allows a great step in human evolution.

A new path, an experience nothing can compare to.

 

As peace returns to each one of us,

our zombies disappear.

They go wherever the walking dead go.

The last one leaves the

gate open and it swings freely for the first time in eons.