What if a revolution wasn’t a choice, but responsability?
Sunday morning, I spent time with @_christinetherese on the beach, eating fruit and catching up.
We’d been daydreaming for months about moving to Bali, imagining what life would be like after leaving Europe behind.
We called for hours, while going on little hot girl walks through our local forests, painting our summer dreams in the crisp cold air, always returning to this shared vision of paradise.
Now that we’re here, living it, it feels less like a dream and more like a bittersweet awakening. They are tearing down sacred land to build hotel complexes that exceed the island’s resources like it’s nothing. As foreigners, we can’t do anything or we’ll get deported.
What we once took for granted in Europe, like the right to protest or freedom of speech, hits differently when you realize it’s not universal. That awareness lingers like a thick cloud of grey mist over all the matchas, smoothie bowls , and tropical views.
I’d seen this before in Ibiza: how magic gets stripped away by the greedy hands of patriarchy.
How worship of the gods gets replaced with worship of the dollar.
And all of this, happening alongside watching the real life Hunger Games unfold in Palestine, cracked something open in me. It deepened my empathy for those whose voices will never be heard, not because they’re silent, but because the world refuses to listen.
The world is screaming for a revolution.
It’s calling us to step out of ego, to stop chasing hyper individualism.
It’s begging us to manifest world peace, not just a Lamborghini or a luxury villa.
The revolution begins when we understand the law of karma collectively, that every single action creates a reaction.
If no one showed up on the battlefields, war would end.
That every day is a battlefield, and our choices are our weapons.
To boycott or to support.
Yet people still show up. We all do, in our own way.
Say Hello to Little Miss Cognitive dissonance.
We keep generating anger and aggression, perpetuating injustice in subtle and not so subtle forms, even though we live in times where we throw around psychology jargon like it’s hot potatoes, which doesn’t necessarily make us more self aware. Just better at disguising.
One of the quietest ways this happens is through privilege, the luxury of never having to fight for your right to exist and not even being able to understand why people feel so passionate or hurt about the global political climate.
I will call myself out here. I used to be a relentless activist, throwing myself into every humanitarian cause I could find, even chaining myself to trees if I had to. I joined my first protest when I was 14 and even led protests in my hometown. But it drained the life out of me. It made me question whether there was a more effective way to protest, it all felt so polarizing, when the common goal was peace, a better world, and unity.
For climate justice, it was fuck the coal mining.
For women’s rights, it was fuck the patriarchy.
It was always just fuck, fuck, fuck, and never, hey let’s get together and actually buy land and create a new way of living. It lacked practicality for me. I lost hope of finding my change in the world that I was deeply yearning for in that way.
So I moved to Ibiza, into a hippie commune where we lived mostly off the land, all “love and light.”
No Wi-Fi, no news, only tales of the Rainbow Prophecy and how one day we’d all unite into one big family.
It sounded beautiful, and at 17, I believed it. But over time, I began to see the shadow side of this new age pipe dream: spiritual bypassing.
Saying “love and light” when the world is clearly on fire. Talking about chakras when your root is unstable, your sacral is numb, and your throat only opens to preach, not to listen. Pretending darkness doesn’t exist. Breathing through it and floating away into “5D” or whatever dimension your tenth ayahuasca trip catapulted you into, instead of facing reality.
New Age Spirituality is a Cult, and it’s not gonna save us, here I said it.
It takes spiritual practices that were once rooted in tribal wisdom and strips them down into something sterile, marketable, and Instagrammable.
Manifest to become hotter, richer, smarter, but don’t offer anything back to the land or whisper gratitude to your ancestors. Chant without learning the lineage.
Sorry hun, but it’s not spirituality if it only serves the self, it’s just ego with a crystal necklace.
At its core, spirituality is tribal. Before churches, books, and Instagram reels, it was born around the fire in the circle, in dance, in the shared stories passed down. It was never just about your healing or my awakening, it was about the health of the whole village, the balance between people and the land, the unseen threads binding the living, the dead, and the yet to come.
Spirituality wasn’t an aesthetic, it was a living acknowledgment of our interdependence and interconnectedness.
A rain dance wasn’t for your field, it was for the village’s harvest.
A prayer to the ancestors wasn’t for your safety alone, but for the protection of the whole community.
Every ceremony was a reminder that each life was woven into a shared web, where one person’s wellbeing directly touched everyone else’s.
Puzzling the I into the We. This Ladies and Gents is the energy of the Aquarius Full Moon, peaking just hours after the rise of the Sirius Gateway.
In Ancient Egypt, the rise of the star Sirius coincided with the annual flooding of the Nile and was believed to create a bridge between realms and be an auspicious time for manifestation.
This moon asks us to decenter our goals from an ego-based perspective and look deeper:
Are my visions aligning with the collective good?
With the evolution of humanity?
It is not just about what I want, but about what we’re building together.
This is a time that calls for originality, novelty, and radical, unconventional thinking.
A time to trust our gut, our initial impulses.
And it's not just about inner work. Aquarius reminds us we are each a vital thread in the fabric of community. Banding together with likeminded souls, we raise the frequency, we become the ripple.
The revolution doesn’t have to look like gunshots and violence, it can look like choosing peace over profit. It can look like saying no, when your inner people pleaser wants to say yes.
The real capital is community. Building something sustainable. Giving back.
This Full Moon in Aquarius on August 9th brings a spiritual shift.
Named after the fish that swim upstream, this moon asks us to do the same, to find our own way, even if it means swimming against the current.
We don’t need to forced movement in the wrong direction.
We need to surrender to our unique rhythm.
The energy is intensified by four planets in retrograde, Mercury, Saturn, Neptune, and Pluto, asking us to pause and reflect. Mars opposing Neptune may leave us foggy or lethargic.
But we’re not defined by low energy. We’re defined by how we move through it. This is the time to take it slow and reimagine your goals, revise your dreams, and trust in divine timing.
Postpone tough conversations, business negotiations, and big investments till the 25th of August. Right now it’s quite a volatile energy. Write down what you want to share/ where you want to move money, etc., but watch, sip tea and wait till clarity of communication returns.
This lunation is an invitation to reflect on the people we surround ourselves with, the communities we place ourselves in and the ways we might be prioritizing being right over being connected.
To help you explore that, here are some prompts for this full moon:
Where in my life am I rebelling just to be different, instead of rebelling because it’s aligned with my truth?
If my circle is a reflection of me, am I hanging with visionaries… or just people who go to the same parties, have the same drinks and drugs?
Do I use technology as a tool for connection, or as a shield to avoid intimacy?
Am I fighting for the collective because I care, or because it makes me look woke on Instagram?
Do I intellectualize my feelings to keep them “safe,” or let them run free even if they make a mess?
Where am I craving freedom, but secretly clinging to the comfort of belonging?
Am I hiding my weird quirks in the closet, or am I letting them lead me toward my true people?
If I died tomorrow, what ripple would my presence have left in the collective energy field, is that the ripple I want to leave behind?
The world is aching for your presence and your vision of a better and brighter way of being human.
So go into nature. With a lover. A friend. Your sister. Your brother. A stranger.
Sit in silence. Listen to the wind, the water, the pulse of the earth.
XOXO LUZ
PS: https://boycott-israel.org/boycott.html
