The structures we resist live inside us

The illusion of change within the system  

The structure surrounds us. Shapes us. Defines what’s possible. We push against it, thinking we’re changing it, when in truth, we’re only shifting within its walls. A different angle. A reimagined corner. But still within.  

There’s an illusion in believing adaptation will lead to an ultimate, holistic transformation. That tweaking the structure is the same as transcending it. We negotiate for change, unaware we’re still playing by the rules. But true expansion doesn’t ask what can be altered. It asks what else is possible.  

Sometimes we believe we’re shifting the foundation when we’re actually just rearranging the furniture inside it. The system remains intact. The frame, unchallenged.  

We tweak, refine, optimise, but always within familiar scaffolding. A structure can evolve, but if it remains the reference point, it remains in control. The question isn’t, ‘How do we improve the system?’ but ‘What else exists beyond it?’

The mirror of complicity    

We long for something different. But longing alone does not liberate. What we don’t confront within ourselves, we recreate in the world around us.  

We judge systems of control while policing our own thoughts. We resent authority while demanding certainty. We want freedom, but only in forms we can predict. The structures we resist live inside us. And until we see them, we will unknowingly uphold them.  

This is how the subconscious works; turning the unseen into fate. The things we reject in ourselves appear as judgment of other people or approaches. The things we deny return as patterns. The world reflects our shadows, not as punishments, but as doorways. And through them our voice calls us to own what we’ve cast away. To reclaim what we thought we had to abandon.  

Feminine repression, masculine distortion  

Right now, this structure is tilted too far into the polarity of the masculine. Linear, structured, goal-oriented. Development without depth. Growth without sustainability. Taking without giving. Knowing without understanding.  

This is not balance, it’s distortion. An extreme part that believes itself to be the whole. Our focus needs to be less about injecting more feminine energy into the current structure. We need right relationship. The return of what was repressed; not as an accessory, but as its own interdependent form. And then an amplification, an emergence of that pole.

The work is not about making the feminine fit. It’s about letting it shape what comes next.     

The feminine moves as a web, it’s ecosystemic, interconnected. It does not conquer. It weaves. It does not measure. It senses. We define it in the patriarchal structure in relation to the masculine, rather than understanding it in its own right. And within this structure, it too is restricted. 

When I say it, I mean THE feminine. Her. She. Wisdom. Wildness. Rage. Death.

Birth.  

But explanation is not enough. Embodiment is the true catalyst because the world doesn’t change through ideas alone. It moves when those ideas take form, when they’re lived.

We need to see and feel new paradigms embodied. To witness misused systems of power dissolve… not through force, but through irrelevance. A structure cannot contain what no longer submits to it.    

Internal work is shifting the external world. It’s everywhere already. Undulating. Rolling off tongues like tender, terrifying thunder. Pulsating in melting caves beneath the surface of a world in crisis. The longing has always been there, calling from a void. A portal. A womb.  

When we integrate what we once rejected, we stop projecting it as an enemy. When we embody wholeness, we no longer create from lack. We no longer tell just half the story.   

This isn’t about excluding the old, but refining what serves and releasing what does not. It’s stepping beyond what’s familiar while still knowing how to move within it.

This isn’t about an escape. It’s about an expansion.