Cancel / Canada Day

Dearest people of the world,

This blog is a follow up from my Canada Day post (which I’ve included at the bottom of this blog). It’s one day later and within that span of time there have been two tequila shots and two glasses of wine, a minor blow up with an authority figure, and a morning awoken full of sinking into the narrative, and more passion to explain myself, surprisingly—and hopefully, if I do it correctly, I won’t get burned. I spent a day living the feed back loop of what I had written, the energetics of thoughts, emotions, projections from the world I had connected with, and I lived in confusion for a day. As an empathic healer I feel so much.

“An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind” This was my conclusion from yesterday and it was fueled by the race wars I had already seen happening in the USA. Now it was coming to us—the swing of the pendulum.

Then, a friend pointed out that coming to this conclusion was irrelevant because no dead children were found from my culture. Sigh, that’s it? All this passion I was feeling, and this is what I got in response? I had been so distraught from the manipulations of the mainstream media; namely the timing of their release of the residential school genocides while so much was changing regarding our human rights (for all of us) right before our very eyes.

I was missing one key perspective, I hadn’t yet fully sunken into the eyes of the first nations, I hadn’t fully felt their pain and I wanted to. You know it’s just as painful to be the aggressor as it is to be the victim. This is the truth—they are two sides of the same coin.

Another friend of mine posted a video of a first nations woman explaining why canceling Canada Day was so important to her culture. It is a way of choosing to grieve, a way of us choosing to stand in solidarity. My vision had been elsewhere and I had missed an important piece of the puzzle. Now that I had it I could see more of the picture (maybe I should listen to more of the main stream news). Plus people were still uniting, albeit it was for a different reason, for grieving and to me this is what had mattered most. That we still had ways to unite as a collective, and not only that, this piece of the puzzle was choosing to hold the pain in the palm of their hands. My previous post had missed this key component;

I was in too much anger at the Globalists shenanigans that I didn’t have the eyes to see. Go figure, I had been the blind one.

The anger I felt did not arise becasue I didn’t get to see the fireworks or eat a hotdog (not that I really eat those anyway). It came becasue there are other narratives at work, namely the globalist one, and if we don’t see what they are up too, our good intentions will get caught up in the crossfire, and the pendulum will swing and get stuck on the other side (guilt and shame are some of the lowest emotions to get stuck in). For our collective to come back to centre we need to do what a wise mother does with her children: we need to differentiate between essence and action. We are not bad innately, we have chosen a bad action, and this is what needs to be adjusted. For this the heart of unconditional love is our biggest weapon, I see that in the Canadian/First Nations cultural reconciliation (now that I have the eyes to see) and this makes me proud.

In a different stream of awarness, for those of you who don’t see the Globalist puzzle piece, it’s an important one to become familiar with because timing of this genocidal release in the mainstream news, (a crime against humanity that has been pushed to the side of our awareness for decades), definitely smells like it has a political agenda attached. But if we are aware, we can stay wise, and then the reconciliation we all want and pray for can come to a completion. We can choose true integration.

To do this successfully, there are some import details:

What is Healing? A safe container to feel. Connecting with the pain. Listening. Holding space, and realness. When adults face themselves, naturally their children will grow in a way where they can face themselves too. We must also learn from our past (never delete it), and always maintain that from the root we are good.

What isn't healing? All children are born innocent, and the energy fields of children are not ready or capable of processing pain at this level. We shouldn't be placing racial history into our school curriculum when our kids are still expressing their innocence. When placed into our foundational programs (0-7) it only creates an even greater divide. The narrative that places white children as the oppressors, and first nations children as the oppressed will create another layer of separation, another inner battle of division to work through as adults if ever we want the fullness of soul centred heart to shine through.

In wake of this Globalist agenda, if we are unaware we’ll fail. While if we can hold more perspectives in our minds and hearts unwaveringly and simultaneously, we become way less easy to manipulate. The more we can hold, the more we can understand. The more we come into sovereign balance.

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For most of my life I have resonated with the victim. Not in a blame way, but in an energetic way. As a child it was: I am the small one, the wrong one, the broken one, and so to cover up the pain I became the sweet one and the co-dependent. Then, on the healing journey I worked hard to claim my empowerment (really hard). So, in the current narrative of our race wars and the political divide I got triggered—“the voice I had worked to hard for now makes me the aggressor?” I thought. I wasn’t ready, but now I am.

Wielded by my skin color, now I find myself sinking into the role of aggressor, projected upon me from the collective. I am now the narcissist, too self centred, to big, to white. It’s funny how the world can turn on a dime, and in the blink of an eye I am now white privilege. And becasue I haven’t fully sunken into this version of who I am, I can only guess that I am making a total mess of things.

But it’s like they always say; the only way out is through and so I’ll continue to investigate, because mastering any role energetically (which allows us to refrain from expressing it unconsciously) comes with a new level of personal power on a soul level. So, just in case any of you who are reading see me as wearing the white supremacy jacket, know that I wear it with open arms ready for chats and contemplations, and with humility and a desire to connect from the heart. Stepping into the shoes of the oppressor consciously is a new arena for me, and since I already know the victim so well, I sure there are equal and opposite lessons that I can learn . . . and I want to.

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Now that both sides of the coin have been spoken of, let us look to the ones who continue to propagate the divide. The ones we must keep an eye out for, the illuminati, the cabal, the globalist machine and yes, the green lizard beings. Have you ever notices how uniform the media is, and how we are never taught to sit and think for ourselves? Even worse—we are waking up, and so the bigger voices of truth are actively censored. I was angry because I could feel the race wars being initiated, here just like they have been in the USA. If we can see if that, maybe just maybe, we can water down its poison

Remember you are sovereign.

You and more than the victim.

And you are more than the aggressor.

You are a ray of light,

Capable of transmuting pain into newness again,

Just by holding that pain in the palm of your hands.

So step in, remember your voice.

Speak out what in on the inside.

And do it wisely.

Not onto another,

only to be lost again in the psyche of the unconscious,

Made to re-appear in a decade or two.

Instead speak out,

And into your own ears to hear.

Remember, that your own eyes

are also the eyes of another.

The soul is deeper that your skin,

And we all wear a unified field,

Made up of the roads we have walked.

We all have two feet,

Two eyes

Two ears.

The pain we feel is two sides of the same coin,

And we can hold it all.

We all have a head and a tale to tell.

Now is the time to raise the voices of the weak and broken in sacredness.

And they come from both sides of the story;

A white person can feel just as shattered from their ancestors past,

and a first nations can for what they have lived.

A hand held.

A heart embraced.

A story told.

This is the way forward,

Find what is deeper,

Where the goodness flows.

Speak.

Sing.

Unite.

If we do things right,

We can halt these race wars dead in their tracks.

And have one technicolor powerhouse emerge,

Made from one loving heart.

Love can prevail above all else.

We are ones.

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ONE DAY EARLIER:

I woke up this morning with these thoughts; I considered going to the Freedom March in Ottawa for Canada Day, and was angry becasue it was a narrative that is currently being censored in our country, in other worlds it's activly being cancelled in the present moment of our history. Then from two friends, one part first nations, another 100% first nations, I saw cancel Canada Day posts. I sat to think. All of this makes me feel queasy, and the phrase that popped into my head was this " An eye for an eye makes the whole world blind."

Canceling Canada Day (to me personally) is cancelling a celebration that in the past has brought a me a sense of community and pride. Not for my countries dark history—but for the life of my immediate community and the lives we have lived as a collective, particularly the 32 years that I have been on this planet. That's all what I have lived, and to cancel something without knowing each and every persons lived experience who is included in that (which only God knows) is anti-human. It's also eerily similar to number 18 on the Indian Act (if we continue to condem our original celebration without true intergation in future years).

I can also understand and hold space for the emotional and mental pain that causes people to what to do the same to the perpetrator, but it can't be this way in action. We all need to be bigger. Let's not let our emotions win out over reason and contemplation. Instead let's let them integrate. I also know this truth (as I believe it to be): The globalists reason for canceling Canada Day is actually to weaken our empowerment as an entire country as they implement a more socialist future.

I also believe in equality, but in grassroots equality, which also comes with empowerment. Globalist equality is the ultimate inequality as the world is ruled by the hands of the few instead of the hands of the many. This is what we are being groomed for, and they have an epoch of training in making these moves. We are only at the beginning.

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A story, my microcosm of this macrocosm: I got a request from someone the other day, and it was this: "could you please not talk about political or spiritual things at work." I sat, this was from an authority figure. Ouch I thought, who did I offend, and why didn't they feel safe enough to come and talk to me? Plus I felt deleted, I can't talk about two of the things that I am most passionate about I thought. Abiding by this request felt very wrong in my heart and soul; it felt like opression.

So . . . instead of reacting I dug, I asked questions, I listened, I got to the root to the specific incident that had caused this blanketed request and I held that persons pain in my heart as a way to learn and to never do it again. I chose to be vulnerable and soft, and through it I created integration, and I think this is what is needed. We need to feel our own pain, walk through the internal fire, and create internal boundaries so that we don't continue to project that pain outwards onto others.

As a human being I also know that a part but not all of our Canadian history is heart wrenching, abusive to the first nations culture (and also to many immigrants who were a part of the Catholic Church) and needs space to be heard, but it doesn't mean that canceling the history of another is the answer.

(Evol)ution is the answer—love in the word! And we need all histories to be a part of that, which means Canada Day too (especially the good parts) if we don't wan't racism to continue. We need all things to exist, and especially the pain—in our heart, in our mind and in our emotions. Why? So that we don't project it outwards unconsciously onto others in a way that keeps the pain alive. A self reflective heart is the only way.

So, this is my prayer: Let us be bigger, stronger, softer, more vulnerable, let us sit and listen, process, integrate and choose new solutions. Without deleting anything. Trauma is a teacher and I know too well that sweeping anything under the rug creates the opportunity for it to fester and grow.

So, I am also standing up for the good hearted Canadians of our country. Happy Canada Day everyone, and let's go deeper with our statements, let's share our intents—for this truly what moulds our futures. Happy Canada Day to those who genuinely love their neighbor, who love the life they have build in their country as we are all innocent from the womb, and to those who want to celebrate what they have created and given to their communities.

For all immigrants who have perceived themselves to have a good heart, tried their best with what they knew, and who are willing learn and embrace the pain. For those who have heart centred pride for our country—the one we have created on the radius they walk each day, this is the good part, because this is what it breeds empowerment, sharing, and a pulse to create If we are not careful we could accidentally delete this too.

Also, Happy Cancel Canada Day to all those good hearted Canadians and first nations who are in pain, and who hold the vulnerable and broken in ther hearts with reverence. I am missing any part of you being seen or heard please know that I want to be there to hear it. Our collective history should NEVER be repeated. I want you to know that I am available and I am in my heart. And there are more white people like me out there.

I have had the privilege of loving embrace from healers who are first nations. I have attended sweat lodges, and wailed tears as I connected to your beautiful roots. I have had a number goose bump moments when I fell into the soft beauty and powerful connection your culture holds with the earth. For me it is a beacon of beauty, softness and grace and as souls in human bodies, we all deserve to know that feeling. It is the heritage of the organic human the one that lives in their heart. I believe (from personal experience) that your culture is one of it's torch bearers and I bow to that with my entire being. We need so so much more of this in our collective. It is the part of the human being that has been deleted and it needs to return, if we have any hope for the future.

Let us not delete—let us embrace all the good and the bad. To the good, to the heritage of all colors, let us feel proud of who we are. To the bad parts, let us learn and hold them close in our hearts so that we don't keep repeating the same ancient trauma patterns. Let us point our true north towards the goodness in humanity.

With love and learning while feeling all the feels,

Marnie