On Power.

Power.

Is there such a thing as good power and bad power? Right power and wrong power?

Those who deserve to hold it and those who do not? A good witch from the North, a bad witch from the South? A superhero who uses their power only for good?

We humans seem to prefer it that way, divided, moralized, implicit.

For the sake of clarity, let me say plainly what I am proposing:

Power itself is neutral. It is neither good nor evil.

When it channels through ego (MY power) and fear (MY demise) , it distorts.
And that distortion does not remain personal, it scales.
From the psyche to the household,
from the household to institutions,
from institutions to nations and beyond.

But, when we reconnect to heart-centered awareness, power realigns. It becomes participatory, rather than possessive. It moves through us rather than being wielded by us.

That is the frame…

So, now let’s look closer.

There is raw power, energy inherent in life as we know it. It is within us, and it surrounds us. Electricity. Gravity. Weather systems. The tectonic churn beneath our feet. Power is not rare. It is fundamental.

Take electricity for example, the question was not whether it is good or evil. The question was: How do we harness it?

We learned quickly that raw current, uncontained, destroys. So we built systems. We insulated copper wire. We grounded it. We shielded it within walls. We created regulated access points. Infrastructure. Regulation. Containment. Power did not change. Our capacity to work with it did.

The same is true of human power. Our life force. The question is not whether power is good or bad. The question is: what system do we employ to regulate our own power?
Through intellect?
Through scarcity?
Through ego, confusing possession with identity?

Or through awareness?
Through accountability?
Through a heart capable of holding more than itself?

How painful it is to witness power when diverted, bypassing the heart and running directly through the mind, through the ego, tangled up in pride, the vessel hordes, grows into a fortress of tangled vines so dense it blocks our relationship to the natural world. To the natural self. Disconnected from organic relationship, we begin to replicate it artificially. Performance instead of authenticity. Images instead of intimacy. Control instead of connection.

Decay sets in.
Authenticity thins.
Invasives gain ground.

and what distorts in one psyche does not stay contained. It scales.

Individually and collectively, this distortion manifests as greed , yes, greed, not only for money, but for control, for dominance, for certainty, for superiority. It erodes community. and we are all complicit.

It shows up as authorities claiming ownership over methods.
As leaders employing division to consolidate influence.
As lovers feeding their envy. As white privilege denying its own insecurity.
As religious bypass that sanctifies the ego in the name of God while denying active genocide.

In the personality it appears as righteousness and status.
As narcissism and envy, nervousness, and pity.
As competition masquerading as confidence.
As talent mistaken for supremacy.
As pride. As coveting. As marginalizing. As othering.

Its impact is torrential.

And even with the best intentions to “only use power for good,” life becomes tormented when power is unconsciously possessed. Because the danger is not power. The danger is unconscious power.

But, power that comes through the heart? From the earth? From the infinite field? We are inseparable from.

Power we do not mistake as our own, but learn to steward. learn to understand our real circumstance. This kind of power does not require accomplishment to prove itself.
It does not seek dominance for validation. It does not fragment in order to feel secure. It participates.

When we cultivate the capacity to hold immense love — not only when it is easy, but when it feels inconvenient, something shifts.

Power still moves.
But it moves cleanly.

It acts.
It speaks.
It confronts injustice.
It builds.
It repairs.

It does not need to be possessed.

It saturates.
It supports.
It stabilizes.

And we can feel it.

We will never eliminate power from the human story. It is woven into existence itself.

The only question is whether we are willing to practice holding it consciously.

Whether we will insulate it with self-awareness.
Ground it in humility.
Contain it with accountability.
Allow it to move through the heart rather than fracture through fear.

Because power will scale — one way or another.

If it runs through ego, it becomes domination.
If it runs through fear, it becomes violence.
If it runs through love, it becomes stewardship.

Power is inevitable.

Alignment is the choice and alignment is the highest protest. It is the dismantling of the fortress within.

It is the courage to feel what THEY would rather numb.
To examine what THEY would rather deny.
To soften where THEY promote hard.

This is the opposite of passivity.

This is discipline.

Because when power moves through a conscious heart, it does not destroy. It builds worlds. The work is not abstract.
It is physical.
Mental.
Spiritual.
Daily.

This is infrastructure for the soul and it is truly radical.