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28/02/2025    The Unravelling: A Bufo Journey

  • lissawhiteman
  • Mar 4, 2025
  • 2 min read

Updated: May 13, 2025

Through the sacred medicine of Bufo, I was stripped bare.


No illusions, no masks, no stories to hide behind only truth. It did not ask politely. It did not ease me in. It was a wildfire ripping through the undergrowth of my soul, consuming everything that was not real, not true, not mine.


I surrendered into the great unraveling, into the void where nothing and everything exists at once. And there, standing before me, was me. Naked, trembling, infinite.


The part of me that had spent lifetimes believing I was not enough for the divine. The part that questioned whether my magic was real, whether my love was pure, whether my integrity was truly unwavering.


The part that had been cockblocking my own power all along.


Bufo leaves no room for lies. It sears through doubt, burning away the carefully constructed walls I didn’t even realize I had built. It is the death of ego, the shattering of identity, the baptism in fire and stardust. And in that space, I knew.


My heart? It is not closed, it is a roaring ocean, a wildfire in the wind, a love that cannot be contained. It is vast, it is wild, it overflows so much so that at times it shakes me to my core.


My magic? It is not an illusion. It is the hum in my bones, the whisper of the earth beneath my feet, the unseen threads I weave with every word, every touch, every breath. It is real, potent, undeniable, and uniquely mine.


And my integrity? It is not something I need to prove. It is the steady drumbeat of my existence, the force behind everything I create and stand for. It is the knowing that even when I doubt, even when I stumble, I always return to truth.


Bufo took me apart, but it did not leave me empty. It left me full overflowing with remembrance.


So as I stood there, stripped of every false belief, I chose.


I chose to see myself with the same eyes the divine has always seen me with. 

I chose to own my magic not timidly, not half-heartedly, but fully, with the knowing that anyone who witnesses it, feels it, or stands in its presence will be forever changed.


Not because I try to change them but because that is simply what happens when you stand in your truth.


This is who I am. This is what I be. And I am exactly as I am meant to be.


And so are you.

 
 
 

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