Honoring the Organic Forces of Destruction

When we begin to deeply enter the fields of Creation, of our capacity to birth worlds, we must also integrate and own our concurrent capacity for Destruction. They are two sides of a golden coin—and inextricable from one another.

On Earth, of course, lie the fields of LIFE, which contain the seeds of all things, all seasons, all phases of life—of conception, gestation, birth, and death. These are the dragon realms. Earth, herself, is a dragon queen. I remember this.

And yet, for some time, I found myself (like so many of us), preferring creation, preferring life, preferring beauty, goodness, peace and harmony. These are beautiful energies to prefer. To channel. Spring and summer offer such a rich bounty.

But this year, in the depths of my beloved partnership, I came into contact with, and *finally* made deep friends with my long-held, deeply unconscious desire for destruction. I know now, and trust now, that there is, within me, and my dragon me, a longing to completely destroy life. To dismantle, to descreate, to obliterate, to bury.

It has taken me a long time to own this part—it has been deeply buried under my longing to create and to harmonize and to birth worlds of life. It is, of course, easier (for you, too?) to. set this veil upon the other – to say, “I want to create, but *they* want to destroy.” Or, “I want to love, but *they* want to hate.”

In the crucible of deep, committed love, all of these binaries are revealed as lies.

And when these lies came, finally, to the surface of my consciousness in the late autumn blazing heat, in a seemingly endless conflict loop with my beloved, I found myself saying—“Our behavior is making me sick. We are destroying all that is sacred.”

And I heard myself.

I knew, for the first time, that something lives in me (and not just in you, and not just in the overlords, and not just in the patriarchy out there), but in ME, that wants to destroy.

It wants to destroy. Messily, carelessly, completely.

This impulse, though, it has forgotten that it, too, is sacred. It has forgotten that destruction—when honored as holy, will destroy what stands in the *way* of love. It has forgotten, way deep down in its burial cave, that its sword is turning the wrong way. It has forgotten its seat at the round table—that it is also a knight serving the grail.

This impulse to destroy had forgotten its holiness, and it was becoming a monster.

In a culture where we praise eternal youth and endless summer, we forget the medicine of death. In a culture of fertilizers and amplifiers and perfumes, we have forgotten the holiness of the dying. In a world where we long to hold on, we forget to consciously let go. We forget that we must destroy in equal measure to create.

When we forget that the God of Life is the God of Death, and that every part contains its opposite, when we make life good and death bad, or courage good and fear bad, we take the holiness of destruction and avoid It at all costs.

And when we do that, it becomes a monster. It becomes inorganic, machinized, monstrous. We destroy what is sacred, rather than what is unhealthy, and everything gets flipped upside down. This is what s happening on Earth now. We have forgotten how to consciously destroy in the name of love, and we are becoming monsters.

On the Big Island of Hawai’I, this medicine—of life, and death, and conscious loving destruction lives. The medicine of the Kilauea volcano breathes destruction and creation in a singular breath, pulsating life. Neither holier than the other.

And this field of life, there grows a tree. It is a tree of sacred folklore to the Kanaka Maoli (native Hawaiians)—it is a tree of union, of pain, of pleasure, of creation and destruction—and of the place where it all melts into Love.

I have been integrating the medicine of this tree since my dieta with it two years ago, and I can feel the edges of this diet finally settling. Finally, the sacred destruction is complete. Finally, the sacred creation is born.

If this thread of Life calls to you—to collapse duality and merge with the One Dragon—of Life—my dear friend Eliza Máora and I (alongside the care of two Hawai’ian elders) are holding a space where you, too, can meet this tree. And remember.

Today, beloveds, let us remember, that organic destruction, too – is life. That our dragon bodies hold the power to birth and kill. And to meet this power with grave reverence and care. Making this conscious is perhaps our only way home—the third way—and the one. Between the lines of life and death into the space of ALL things, the pathway Home.

The time is now to remember what it means to be human, to be dragon, to be organic Life upon Earth. It is our only hope.

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