To rescue the sacred principle

The sacred principle is in all of us. Embedded. Alive. The embers of an ancient fire. Glowing. Warming us. A bit of prodding and blowing can ignite the fire once again. Light it up.

This work needs to happen to be able to move into the next stage of consciousness.

How can we re-scue the Sacred Principle?

Re-member our ancestral myths.

Re-program ourselves from secular to spiritual.

Re-set priorities and principles.

Re-store our relationship to Nature.

Re-pair our separation from the divine.

Re-center our spiritual connection with the Earth.

Re-align our purpose.

Re-direct our intentions towards healing.

Re-orient our ambitions.

Re-vision humanity as part of Nature.

Re-flect on our role in creation.

Re-unite nature and spirit.

Re-balance masculine and feminine.

Re-distribute feminine energy and masculine energy.

Re-solve the conflicts of hierarchy and patriarchy.

Re-concile nature and nurture.

Re-cognize our desire for deeper connection.

Re-value the feminine principle.

Re-vive the goddess.

Re-vivify the Sacred Feminine in all of us.

Re-claim our strength.

Re-myth our shared stories.

Re-turn to our roots.

Re-conceptualize the wholeness of creation and the universe.

Re-place dualism for unity.

Re-ssurect the divine in all creation.

Re-generate abundant life.

Re-vere the sacred all around and within us.

Re-deem the sacred principle.

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