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To Demonstrate for Love

By Amaya Gayle Gregory

We’ve been nice. We’ve kept our mouths shut and denied our intuition. After all, it’s doesn’t feel spiritual to call out hurt people even when they are hurting other people. We’ve waited for our friends and family to change, for their hearts to expand. We’ve stood by and watched as harm piles upon harm. We’ve said things like, “Everyone is entitled to their opinion.” and “I can only change myself.” We’ve bypassed the harm and overlooked the damage and continued to work on ourselves, on our shadows, on opening our hearts even further, thinking that more love is the answer.

It is … but love isn’t always soft and fluffy. Sometimes it’s tough and requires sacrifice — sacrifice of the last shred of the status quo’s respect, the immolation of fitting in at all. It requires a radical shift, a realness, a rawness, a vulnerability that is not anywhere in the neighborhood of safe.

So, we kept our mouths shut, rationalized not speaking up, left dinners with friends and family, our heart in pieces, mummified by our reluctant willingness to dishonor love, to let lies stands, and hate went unchallenged.

We weren’t ready to stand in our divine humanity, our human divinity.

We didn’t realize that all we had to do was be real and let our shared humanity, our messy humans speak. We hadn’t yet fully integrated the messy bits into our pictures of who we wanted to be.

We didn’t need to exorcise our shadow first. We didn’t need to purify our body and mind. We just needed to own them, to take both light and shadow out of the closets of shame and let them speak.

We aren’t perfect. We don’t need to be. We don’t have the answers. We aren’t better. We may not even have a clue about which steps to take after we start speaking. We don’t have to. We just have to speak, to stand for one another, and let our love and vulnerability, our precious willingness to be real, do the work.

Love always does the work. We simply have to show up simple enough — unprotected, exposed, undefended — and love steps in. It’s the realness at work, the naked vulnerability that opens hearts, not the words, not the logic or rightness.

We’ve stood by and watched love being trampled. We’ve stood down and let hate do harm. We’ve waited for someone to save us. We’ve looked for a way off the cross.

There is no way forward without sacrifice. There is no way love wins without its champions.

We are not here, now, in these challenging times, to let ourselves be suffocated by ideas and concepts of how love acts, to wait until the risk dies down, or to fit into ours or another’s version of nice. We are here to be real, to stand for each other, to demonstrate for love.

There is no appropriate bio for Amaya Gayle. She doesn’t exist other than as an expression of Consciousness Itself. Talking about her in biographical terms is a disservice to the truth and to anyone who might be led to believe in such nonsense. None of us exist, not in the way we think. It’s actually much better than we can imagine. Ideas spring into words. Words flow onto paper and yet no one writes them. They simply appear fully formed. Looking at her you would swear this is a lie. She’s there after all, but honestly, she’s not … and she is. Love a paradox and life is nothing, if not paradoxical. Bios normally wax on about accomplishments and beliefs, happenings in time and space. She has never accomplished anything, has no beliefs and like you was never born and will never die. Engage with Amaya at your own risk.

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