if you want to enjoy life, become a bride of paradox.
how entering the dark forest frees you from the illusion that you are the victim of life
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Paradox is central to life. It is also the thing we tend to avoid most within ourselves. There is this idea that we can only be one way. that the other way must wrong or bad or make us weird or an outcast. The truth is, we outcast ourselves. We exile our most magical, creative, wild parts when we feel threatened by their existence. It’s not like this comes out of nowhere. We always have good reasons for the exiling. It’s just that most of those reasons are no longer of actual concern.
YET, because we deny our inner worlds, we never get to experience their safety as a lived experience; whenever we brush up against these dark places that are actually teeming with life energy, we mentally revert back to fear and submit (subconsciously) to false beliefs, which manifest from our psychic experience to our physical lived experience. The loop always completes itself if we do not intervene.
But what if it was okay to live your paradoxes? What if it were as natural as day rolling into night?
I am hardly the first person to express this universal underlying truth, that within one lies the seed of the other.
You know. - yin and yang, feminine and masculine, shakti and shiva, chaos and order, flow and structure… I could go on forever.
These polarities create the essential tensions of creative eros. They create the means — literally — for life to flourish. And guess what? You are life.
To deny part of the polarity is to deny your own life’s emergence.
Consider for a moment that we actually only ever know anything by contrast. If we lived in a world entirely bathed in light, we would have no way to perceive depth, to navigate space, to see the definition of anything. Likewise if the world were entirely bathed in darkness, we would get all other kinds of fucked up. I mean we just simply would not be able to see. I know I do not need to spell that out for you.
Consider that you only understand your feminine in contrast to the masculine nature. You only understand your chaotic creative spirals in contrast with your periods of creative pause (which you may often judge as “wrong”). Consider that you would not know movement without stillness. Life without death. Fullness without famine. Breath without choking.
You would not know the presence of anything without also knowing its absence.
This is the essence of paradox. You MUST know both. And you must let both know each other. You must allow the exile to dance with the golden child. In this space — in the pulsing tension of the paradox — the life impulse springs forth. The desire for an inner marriage emerges. The reconciliation of parts manages itself. You get to let go and watch what you once deemed demonic, shameful, and wrong fill you with the sort of vitality you have only dreamed of or experienced in brief flashes of revelation.
The inner marriage consecrates the bond of self with self. Casting no parts out. Dancing joy into the paradox that you are and will continue to be.
Why do this if you’ve gotten along just fine (until now) by protecting yourself from these shadowy exiled forces? Well if you are reading this, there is a high chance you desire a richer, deeper life.
The bride of paradox experiences life as a lush, sprawling forest to explore. When she emerges, no path is forbidden. all curiosities are welcome. all life is allowed.
My 1:1 books are open for autumn. Think creative unearthing, erotic embodiment, and enchanting realization. This is a space to be wholly and completely supported in who you are and what you desire, and then… embody it. Your magic will never be too much for me. Send me a direct message if you are interested in working together.
Embrace your shadow, protect it along with your light ❤️
para moxie clee
persevering lil crabs are they, wandering liminally, creatures of where oceans meet sands, where lands meet sea. Alongside them here I’ll be, hareeeee. 🦀