I’m angry. In fact, I’ve been angry for a long time.

It’s not front and center daily, but it’s always there like a resting lion. It knows when to show its head, when to acknowledge itself, and it when to go back to rest again.

This anger feels ancient. Sacred. And I’m not afraid of it—never have been.

But why am I angry?

This reminds me of the age-old troupe of the angry Black woman that no one could ever seem to figure out why she was angry but always found a place to remind her that she was angry.

Perhaps it’s the effects of centuries old racism that is being blatantly encouraged again. Or it’s the gripes of life in which I, like many others, have often been “required” to deal with under the assumption of total self sacrifice with no end in sight.

Honestly, no more.

The funny part is, anger is shy to no person.

Anger resides and cries. It begs for a place whereas we strip it of its rights. But why? Especially when anger, as strong and intoxicating as it can be, doesn’t have to get out of hand, be violent, or be more than a tiger’s roar tamed by love, by sight.

It makes me wonder: at what point in time do any of us get to rest…truly rest. Rest without the worry of another life-threatening encroachment on our lives daily? Rest without impending doom?

Rest without the fear that we may not be able to afford our basic needs being shoved down our throats. Rest without the never-ending idea of having to incessantly compete for life itself. Rest without progress being synonymous to killing ourselves for success.

For, what is success when you’re dead, unable to know it?

Time and again, our natural traits have been weaponized against all of us. As well as the possibility of running out of resources and having to duel it out like the Hunger Games.

Like do we want more distopia? Do we want to fight like animals? Do we seriously want to be hyper watched like cattle in a pig pen?

So I wonder: what is the true tipping point in this day in age? The one thing that launches an echoing battle cry that can be felt across nations?

So many of us have sipped the golden-lined coolade that convinces us that as long as “I’m good, all will be fine… right?” “That if I just fall in line, hold my tongue, and get mine I’ll be fine… right?” “Or the moment I’m not fine, I can shout my prejudice angers into some collective void that only the ones that I’m told are “at fault” for my anger are the ones to hate and blame.”

(The funny part here is that this is pure victim-mindset outwardly pushed. So instead of each of us being responsible for our inner worlds to enhance inner safety, connection, and harmony—which boosts creativity, problem solving, a feeling of oneness that we all crave, etc.—we are told that someone else, who typically has zero involvement like maybe a random person walking down the street instead of the true culprits, is to blame for something that has everything to do with biased ideologies and a traumatized soul. That is akin to drinking poison daily, which kills the heart.)

Based on that, if you find yourself in these categories, then what if (with love I say this) you’re a culprit who forgot the true way. That you are indoctrinated into this illusionary veil that shields so many of us from the truth of our fears often manifested as anger, righteous egos, and subtle to grandeur evil acts against humanity?

This veil prevents us from getting to the root cause of the anger, of the parts of our humanness that leave us feeling unloved, unworthy, unseen, rejected, abandoned, judged, afraid, or something else entirely.

So many of us reside to doing some weird version of bending the knee to people who actually want to strip your rights away. This angers me.

The act of turning a blind eye when someone is in clear need angers me. (But then makes me chuckle when those same blind eyes expect help in their time of need.)

Fear-based power ≠ progress

We are communal species that have far too long used fear as a means to make progress. Yet, what progress can genuinely be made when fear is given immense, unbalanced power?

The fear of losing something like money, power, status, health, a home, community, connections, etc. plagues us, influences as if it is its own god. In fact, for many of us, it is.

Fear often has us (even in subtle ways) act as if we’re just, high, and mighty when all along we are hiding in a poisoned shadow that shows up as anger that turns to hate, vanity, greed, lust… the seven deadly sins.

I mean help me out here; when was the last time you saw fear-based power, used long-term, actually lead to sustained progress? (do let me know in the comments.)

Yes we can argue that from an evolutionary perspective, we have managed to evolve as the elite beings on the planet due to fear-based programming. We were once prey for large predators as well as predators ourselves which have now dominated just about every possible species on earth.

Some will argue that this was our God-given right for Creationists. In that case, we are meant to be stewards of this earth. Not parasites. So a deep correction is in order here for the entire collective to re-align with such ideals.

Yet still, from an evolutionary perspective, we’ve used fear to become clever and evolve so much so that we are literally killing ourselves. Whether it be poisoning the resources we need to live, neighbor-on-neighbor paranoia, violence, oppression, slavery, or something else, something bleaker.

So when does lead to strike fear into the hearts of man take a back seat so that something more (r)evolutionary can actually propel us forward? Because all I see with this fear-based power is more death, destruction, and very strange, gross, and inhumane distopia.

I’m not writing this particular piece to make suggestions…

But I am here to say that I’m angry and I’ve been angry for decades now.

Angry at myself for seemingly dragging my feet the times I admittedly was afraid to be seen, possibly judged and expelled from the group for voicing my opinion.

All the times I dampened my self, abandoned myself, and didn’t speak up so that I could still be validated by someone else.

And the nutty part about seeking external validation is… you’ll work until your very last breath to MAYYYYYBBBEEEE receive someone else’s measly remarks of validation so you can do what? Feel what?

Exactly.

I’m angry at that massive divide that works so hard to oppress the soul of the planet and all of its inhabitants. The idea that one is better than or over another.

These are the same old ideas that have demolished entire empires and civilizations time and again, playing out yet again right in front of our eyes.

I’m angry at them and at the ideas that we should just fall in line.

This shit is dangerous. These ideas are dangerous.

And I’m angry that people want to play with this type of danger again. The balance of the world has tipped into a dark and evil space. And that divide is widening.

I wonder: are you not worth your rights? To fight for your life? To welcome your anger as a bright and shining light?

The truth that I choose to align with, regardless of these realities we are facing, is that we are not without the energy needed to decide for ourselves what we will use our anger for.

We are not without the powers needed to govern our own lives and our own fates. We are given choices of who, what, and how we will align our lives, our values, our projections, and the direction of our energies.

This is a grave power blessed unto us by the All. And with this power of energy, frequency, and vibration are we able to align with a channel of a new reality, a guiding light towards a balanced future.

Thinking of what sparks anger

Maybe you’ve been dicked by a governing power… that once secure job you had now has you assed out, unsure how you’ll pay for anything, borderline (if not already) living on the streets.

Maybe you were somewhere on a valid visa to pursue a new life and you’ve just been accused of a crime you know nothing about because of where you’re from, being held against your will sans proper processing that guarantees your innocence.

Maybe you’ve fought for your country and have been since denied benefits that could transform your life.

Maybe you got sick and are now facing aggressive debt collectors for a $40,000 medical bill you have no idea how you’ll every pay.

Maybe you bought a house, got home-owners insurance and a flood swept through. You expected to be covered, yet, you found out that a day before the storm, you insurance provider changed its policy for insurers in your region so they wouldn’t have to pay out millions to help your community recover.

Maybe you’ve paid more in taxes than the richest person in the world and you’re not sure where your next meal will come from.

Maybe your family farm of 150 years was taken by a governing power to build a factory and you never got properly compensated for their use of eminent domain.

The list can go on and on.

If we’re being honest…

Long before many of these examples, many governing powers have been actively corrupt. Killing, raping, destroying, silencing, and ripping apart people, families, progressive and people-focused ideas and perspectives to meet their obscure objectives.

Like what really is the goal? What is the point of leadership if humanity is vacant from it?

The Sith Lord says to allow yourself to be consumed and intoxicated by the dark side of the force. To me that’s a grave imbalance.

Instead there is a balance between the light and dark sides of the force to be achieved. A neutrality that allows for levels of harmony. We see this naturally in nature itself!

But why do we deny them? The dark with the light, dancing in perfect harmony?

Like the anger within me that sleeps like a lion, knowing when to rage and when to rest; there is a dichotomy of life that we all innately know to be true.

It seems that somewhere down the line of life, one too many souls have been dampened, harmed and, thus, lost sight of the light.

On loving your anger

I love my anger. It inspires me, but it doesn’t rule me like some dark and sickened force. I am not my anger or anger itself, but I hold sacred space for me to burn wild fires where needed so I can see clear again.

There is power in clearing, cleansing, and starting anew. There is honor in acknowledging anger and giving it space to share messages gathered beyond the realms.

In truth, there is no more space for any of us to run, hide, or suppress the yearnings of our inner-most selves. That flare of resentment, that feeling of dread, that trigger an abandonment wound projected as hate… these are all parts of the self that need to be seen, accepted, processed, loved on.

We can’t keep running from ourselves. Especially if we desire to walk a life of truth, faith, and something new.

Don’t fear your inner wild fire, its time is past due.

I have decided that this anger I feel will not be darkened or darken me. Instead, it will rage a light that consumes the fear of expulsion, the fear of judgement, the fear of abandonment, the fear of death.

For in truth, if you allow it, no fear can take your soul unless you let it. Especially after it has been liberated from a once deep dark hole.

With this, we have a duty:

• We must protect our freedoms of reality, of humanity and not assume that someone else will be angry enough to do it for us.
• We must do the work to liberate ourselves from the inner emotional, idealogical, and energetic prisons that we or someone else (including a society, culture, etc.) has placed us in so we can learn to feel safe in and with ourselves again.
• We must decide what energies we align ourselves with each and every day.

It takes you, me, and every person that is angry enough to admit that they are 1) angry and 2) want to do something about it.

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So, are you angry? And what do you want to do about your anger? Tell me.