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In today's episode of Mother of the Sword, we offer you some guidance on ancestral connections that support you in creating and getting in touch with all that sustains and connects us to liberation. Special thanks to Jeff Hinshaw from Cosmic Cousins for putting together this podcast for us! and to all my wild Italian Volcanic ancestors for showing me what is possible beyond the shame and blame I grew up around.
In light of new beginnings for Aries season and the Persian New Year (I have %7 Persian blood apparently), I am going to create today from and for all that came before. This is the best way to honor something new without being delulu–to honor the past. When we move from water to fire we get volcanic Earth. Something I am for sure an expert in.
I grew up breathing in the weight of unspoken things, addiction, abuse, love, lies, learning—before I even had the language for it—that truth, when silenced, festers. Fear a foul ghost.
That true words locked away in a drawer can carry more force than false words spoken aloud. I learned that pain, when left unnamed, can consume a person from the inside out. I witnessed it in my mother’s longing, in my father’s addiction, in the letters that never found their way to the hands that needed to hold them.
And so, of course, I became obsessed with raw truth.
Because I know what it feels like to read something and feel it crack me open. I know the power of words that have been held back for too long, the electricity they carry when finally released. I understand, in the marrow of my being, that the difference between a life lived freely and a life suffocated by silence often comes down to whether or not we dare to speak.
This is why I help others put their raw truth on the page, into the song, into spiritual practice. Because I know what it means to have something insid that is too big to hold alone. I know that truth doesn’t just live in the mind—it lives in the body, in the breath, in the shaking hands that dare to write the thing that was never meant to be spoken. I know that art is not just expression; it is liberation.
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By adriana rizzoloIn today's episode of Mother of the Sword, we offer you some guidance on ancestral connections that support you in creating and getting in touch with all that sustains and connects us to liberation. Special thanks to Jeff Hinshaw from Cosmic Cousins for putting together this podcast for us! and to all my wild Italian Volcanic ancestors for showing me what is possible beyond the shame and blame I grew up around.
In light of new beginnings for Aries season and the Persian New Year (I have %7 Persian blood apparently), I am going to create today from and for all that came before. This is the best way to honor something new without being delulu–to honor the past. When we move from water to fire we get volcanic Earth. Something I am for sure an expert in.
I grew up breathing in the weight of unspoken things, addiction, abuse, love, lies, learning—before I even had the language for it—that truth, when silenced, festers. Fear a foul ghost.
That true words locked away in a drawer can carry more force than false words spoken aloud. I learned that pain, when left unnamed, can consume a person from the inside out. I witnessed it in my mother’s longing, in my father’s addiction, in the letters that never found their way to the hands that needed to hold them.
And so, of course, I became obsessed with raw truth.
Because I know what it feels like to read something and feel it crack me open. I know the power of words that have been held back for too long, the electricity they carry when finally released. I understand, in the marrow of my being, that the difference between a life lived freely and a life suffocated by silence often comes down to whether or not we dare to speak.
This is why I help others put their raw truth on the page, into the song, into spiritual practice. Because I know what it means to have something insid that is too big to hold alone. I know that truth doesn’t just live in the mind—it lives in the body, in the breath, in the shaking hands that dare to write the thing that was never meant to be spoken. I know that art is not just expression; it is liberation.
Get full access to Mother of the Sword at bodytemple.substack.com/subscribe