{"id":1288,"date":"2012-10-18T14:46:30","date_gmt":"2012-10-18T21:46:30","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.jeanetteleblanc.com\/?p=1288"},"modified":"2015-06-20T15:42:04","modified_gmt":"2015-06-20T22:42:04","slug":"into-the-wild","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.jeanetteleblanc.com\/into-the-wild\/","title":{"rendered":"Into The Wild"},"content":{"rendered":"

Get up now.\u00a0 Come on.\u00a0 On your feet.\u00a0 Out of the corner<\/a>.\u00a0 Don\u2019t look back, there\u2019s nothing behind you but the past. \u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n

We\u2019ve got a wild ride ahead.<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Let\u2019s agree on some ground rules right now.\u00a0 The rules are that there are no rules.\u00a0 And that you make all the rules. Make them and break them and change them at will.\u00a0\u00a0 Actually, the only rule is that YOU are the rule. The ground is still the ground. The sky is still the sky. \u00a0But the limits have been lifted.<\/p>\n

You are free.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

No more playing small, lover.\u00a0 Stop tucking away your brilliance<\/a> into the pockets of that oversized cloak. You\u2019re no shrinking violet.\u00a0 I know it and you know it.\u00a0 If they all stopped for long enough to look below your surface the world would know it. Don\u2019t let anyone convince you otherwise.\u00a0 They might try; it\u2019s easier for them if we don\u2019t do this.<\/p>\n

We\u2019re not interested in easy.\u00a0<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

That slow fade into nothingness? Pale pastels and safe choices? Quiet corners and predictable lives? Stagnant comfortable sameness?\u00a0 Your life story written by those who have a vested interest in keeping you small? Not now. Not you. Not tonight.<\/p>\n

We\u2019ve got places to go.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Take a deep breath.\u00a0 Feel that fire burning deep within you?\u00a0 You\u2019d almost forgotten it was there, hadn\u2019t you, love? You\u2019ve been holding it down all this time, stuffing out the flame.<\/p>\n

Tonight we stir things up. Rekindle the dying embers until the sparks catch and your belly warms. Let the light spread outward until your toes tingle and hips twitch. Feel that smirk start to curve your lips?\u00a0 Sense that new strut in your step?\u00a0 Good, you\u2019re almost ready.<\/p>\n

Now ground your feet to the earth, raise your arms to the heavens and release that goddess fire in a roar that brings down walls and shatters glass. Let\u2019s get messy.<\/p>\n

There\u2019s no need to keep things tidy tonight.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Hop in the car with me. I\u2019ve already got the top down for you. The music is blaring. Some deep voiced seductress is signing your freedom song.\u00a0 There\u2019s no speed limit where we\u2019re headed. Our hair can tangle medusa crazy in the wind. Tonight we\u2019re going off the beaten track. And you are in the driver\u2019s seat.<\/p>\n

No, I\u2019m not talking about some out-there wilderness. We don\u2019t need the inhospitable desert or the mountain switchbacks or the backwoods country roads. \u00a0\u00a0Fuck the map and the GPS. You know the way. You always have. Tonight we\u2019re heading straight into the uncharted terrain of you.<\/p>\n

Into The Wild.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Forget what they told you. You are love child of a passionate affair between goddess and universe. You were born of a steamy forbidden heat and you were made for the cyclone of unadulterated wholeness. You are a daughter of delight. You are the unconstrained mother of all. A fierce warrior. A wicked priestess. Your roots twist into this earth. Your spirit rises in glorious asana. \u00a0You let loose with the howl of the wilderness you\u2019ve held tight all these years.<\/p>\n

You are wild. Untethered. Gloriously free.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n


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See that little dive bar up ahead? It\u2019s got a neon sign that flashes \u2018Open. Open. Open<\/em>\u2019 \u2013 keeping exact time with blood\u2019s rough pulse through your veins. Pull off the road. Hear the hard crunch of gravel beneath the wheels. Feel the pounding of the bass in your chest.\u00a0 Throw open the door. There\u2019s a dance floor straight ahead and a disco ball spinning light in all directions. \u00a0The room awaits your spiral hips. Your electric pulse. Your restless, uninhibited limbs.<\/p>\n

It has always waited for you.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

Make a quick stop at the bar. Feel the whisky burn a path down your throat and heat you from the inside out. Slam down your glass on the weathered wood and laugh out loud. Let the beat of the music call forth the rhythm of your soul. Know you are being observed. Closely. Watched by the voyeurs and the vicarious and those who have already entered their own wilderness.\u00a0 All eyes are on you<\/a>.<\/p>\n

Taste the freedom. Revel in the attention. Gather it all to you and welcome it home. Feel the lust and the respect and the waves of divinity connecting you to everyone here. Lay claim to sex and sensuality. Experience deeply your duality and autonomy. Find the ecstasy that lies at the intersection of all that has been and all that will be. All of this exists on that dance floor, just as it does the space between your ribs that your heart calls home.<\/p>\n

Right in the wild of you.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

You\u2019ll dance the way you\u2019ve always danced when the audience was gone. For hours. Under the staccato lights and the pounding beat and the primal drive of reckless heat. You are rhythm rediscovered. You are sweat\u2019s salt sheen. You are tangled hair and smeared eyeliner. You\u2019ve stopped caring what anyone thinks. You\u2019ve gotten a little louder. \u00a0A little more brazen.\u00a0 A whole lot more of who you\u2019ve always known you were.<\/p>\n

When you\u2019re done here, you\u2019ll know you\u2019re done.\u00a0And you\u2019ll go<\/a>. Straight cut, easy exit. In the wild nobody will try to convince you to stay. Here, when your heart says leave you answer it by leaving. In the wild of you there is only one voice, and she speaks in the tune of you.<\/p>\n

You are fully ready now. Embrace the disorderly conductivity that flows like lifeblood through the heart and root and white hot heat of you. \u00a0Forget the car. We\u2019ll do the rest on foot. The terrain has gotten deeper. Darker. Less hospitable to those looking for an easy pass to the next destination. There are no roads. The only path is the one you create.<\/p>\n

The journey is everything.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

But do not fear<\/a>. You won\u2019t need a map. Your heart is your compass.\u00a0 The stars light your way. You have the key to every door. \u00a0You will be tired and raw and ache with the depth of discovered truth. You will be irrevocably changed. You may not recognize yourself by morning, but you will always be granted safe passage.<\/p>\n

There are deep, gaping chasms. Intimidating tangles of bramble and brush. The unknown eyes of other wild creatures glowing at you from beyond the darkest dark.\u00a0 You\u2019ll go in circles here, guaranteed. Looping into and out of yourself. You will come to know the sweet spiral of surrender, the lushness of the yield.<\/p>\n

You will discover when to push forward, and when to stop completely. You will greet with delight the multitudes within you. The ones with pretty, acceptable faces and the ones you keep hidden from judgmental stares. You will be seduced by each one and make peace with them all.<\/p>\n

Every last one of your wild souls.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

The terrain is climbing now. Huge boulders lay before you. You\u2019ll need to use your entire body and mind to continue. But you will and you must and you do. You climb at precarious angles and across narrow peaks where your hold is so precarious that only the tenacity of your drive will keep you from falling. Climb until every muscle screams defeat and your gremlin mind calls persuasively for quitting.<\/p>\n

And then you\u2019ll be there. At the summit. Where it all lays, spread out before you. Your life. Your stories. Your pretty, safe disguises.\u00a0\u00a0 \u00a0The most frightening places within. Your million breathtaking truths. The lies and the failtures and the shame. Your triumphs and dreams. The wild, unconstrained wholeness of you.<\/p>\n

By the light of a glorious full moon you will see that all the walls you ever built were imaginary. Made of nothing but air. And you can soar over them all right now if you choose. Here in the wild your power is infinite.<\/p>\n

Always, your power is infinite.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

One more time now, from the top of your world. \u00a0Arms to heavens, head thrown back. Let your eyes reflect the light of the cosmos.\u00a0\u00a0 Let your wild spirit free. Howl from the depth and root and heat of you. Roar with the desire and desperation and power of you.\u00a0\u00a0 Scream the demons and the passion and the very core of wild magic within. Let it all go and call it all home.<\/p>\n

I will leave you now. Don\u2019t worry, you didn\u2019t ever really need me. I am but a guide. I can be called back at anytime, because I am in you. Because I am you. Because you are the wild. Because the wild is you. Because you had the courage to take this journey.<\/p>\n

Into the wild.<\/em><\/strong><\/h2>\n

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