"There is an eloquence in the way the world is woven together. One that flows seamlessly, easily, beautifully. When the work is done. But never until then. The work is what allows for each stitch of the great unfolding to take its place. Without snags, tears, or rips. The great unfolding is the thing that moves you. Propels you. Envelops you. Is you. At the core of you.
The work strips away the illusions, delusions, confusions that obscure you from you. From the essence of who and what you are. The work is excavation of the howling, wounded, and enraged corpses of your dreams. The tattered dregs of your devoured innocence. The parts of you that were not honored or understood because this world as we know it is a devourer.
The excavation is the work. The work of pulling apart all the ways you’ve been complicit in holding fast to your own wounding. Of making an identity of the scraps left once your soul’s been put through the meat grinder of society. Of convincing yourself over and over again that this tattered thing made up of bits of you and the assembly line imprint of what you’re “supposed” to be is you.
The work is a labor of love. For this world and the other. The unseen. It is a labor that takes courage. Generosity. Gratitude. Grandiosity. Love. Above all. Love. For the many things that made you and continue to. For the many people who will someday be here because of you. For the generations past that passed their wounds and curses to you. For the fact that you live and each thing you do radiates out in all directions. In concentric circles. Through space. Throughout time.
In ritual we strip away the false expectations and facades that have been forced on us like shackles. We strip away the garlands of flowers we’ve wrapped around those shackles to pretend we wear them willingly.
We strip away every illusion that this world is okay and that we are happily, complicity, doped up and distracted enough to buy into it. We peel the layers back. To the wisdom in the bones. To the wisdom in the cells. To the wonderful part of us that knows it’s always known we are more, so much more, than this lukewarm life of spectators and sycophants.
The work is my life. It took me 35 years to strip away all of what it wasn’t. Now it unfolds with power. Beauty. And it is reweaving the world. We are reweaving the world. Those courageous enough to do the work. Reweaving the world by reweaving ourselves. Back into the essence. Back to the beginning. Back to the Sacred."
~ Oscar C. Perez