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Brianna Rose 🌹

@briannaroseflows

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🫀Deeply Devoted Disruptor
🌊 @hackyournervoussystem
🪐 @planet.grief

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Wherever Love is, you will find me.
Dancing like a wild animal.
Toeing the line with a crooked smile.
Heart thrown at your feet in service of your greatest Remembering.
I am Brianna Rose Green.
Proud Daughter of Maureen Hayes
Proud Granddaughter of Virginia Hayes
I behold Myself so I can behold You.
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𝘖𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰: @𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤.𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩𝘺
𝘈𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴: @𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘪𝘯𝘦
𝘌𝘹𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘍𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘳: 𝘉𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘙𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘎𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯

𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳: @𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴𝘴𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘯
𝘏𝘢𝘪𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘱 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘰: 𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘎𝘗𝘵 𝘗𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘶𝘮, 𝘴𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘦 𝘮𝘦 by @briannaroseflows

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I’m taking on clients again for the first time in years.

What you can expect —

A real human experience. A container in which we hold ceremony for your unfolding.

I work exclusively with the intention of helping you remember the Truth of who You really are. Of lovingly accompanying you while you come to know, Love and reorganize any systems inside that have innocently kept you from accessing the Devotional Artist within you — the musician, painter, thought weaver, poet, artist ad infinitum — who uses art as a portal for your soul blueprint to be known and received by the world.

All of this with the knowledge that life needs your True expression more than anything else. To the point where I personally believe that the work of being Yourself is an imperative for the survival of humanity as a whole. It is the most personal and powerful act of activism against the global systems that are built to crush our souls. If you are purposefully walking that path, it would be an absolute honor to walk beside you.

Photo: @thaisaquinophotography
The soul sharing space in the image: @eset_rose by @briannaroseflows

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A Continuous Reclamation.
I sit in the act of active Surrender.
Whatever that requires of me.
I loosen my grip on any one thing that is not meticulously forged from Love. taken in Nevada City, California by @briannaroseflows

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We live in a culture where a woman’s body is considered something to be commodified, stolen, conquered, and used in service of a man’s pleasure and sense of power.
In this environment, sexuality and sensuality have nearly ceased being nourishment to our inner fire but instead have become a hot stove upon which we dance, constantly lifting our feet to make sure we aren’t getting burned.
Our inner Protectors, often far too loud to surrender to pleasure, or too numb to feel what we ultimately acquiesce to.
Because we resist the experience of ever being FORCED into surrender again.
When you rape a woman you rob her of the pleasure that she needs to create worlds.
To regulate her Nervous System.
Because her nervous system very literally regulates with oxytocin
The hormone received from closeness and intimacy.
Which was mishandled so gravely that connection now gets read as danger.
You very literally steal her pathway back into
Her own body. The pathway that then helps her understand the world around her. The pathway that determines her overall health and wellbeing
PLEASURE STOLEN FROM A WOMAN often destroys her ability to experience and create life.
Because instead she is devoting that energy to how on earth she can preserve hers.

And thank God there is a reclamation; because so many of us have still remained frozen under the shame and helplessness of stories that have paralyzed our life force
The life force that is necessary to rebuild this Life as we’ve known it.

Moving from paralysis to back to aliveness requires the anger we are seeing right now. It requires the discharge of everything that we couldn’t say. Women, move Your holy rage.
A rage that has also been silenced because it’s the most dangerous force on the planet.
A power that terrifies the systems that exist.
A rage that, even in the animal kingdom, is the most feared.

Men, hold space for the holy rage of women, many of whom who have felt sensually lobotomized for decades. For lifetimes. This is an uprising that, if held properly and safely, reawakens the divine feminine force that heals, that returns pleasure and humanity back to life. by @briannaroseflows

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Insight from Brianna in our most recent conversation with the sisters who created the Planet Grief deck and who continue to create beautiful offerings to the world.

#grief #griefjourney #griefsupport #griefandloss #griefawareness taken in Denver, Colorado by @briannaroseflows

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Sisters, Aurena Green and Brianna Rose, share their experiences of the long game of grief in our latest episode. A beautiful conversation with moments of heartbreak and conversations on allowing what’s here to be here. Even joy. #grief #griefjourney #griefsupport #griefandloss #loss taken in Denver, Colorado by @briannaroseflows

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Belly of Life by @briannaroseflows

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The patriarchy killed the community.

Started a nuclear war made of the fabric of the nuclear family.

Ripped the collective tapestry to pieces and reworked it as a nesting doll of hierarchies.
— A lie hidden within a lie
hidden within a lie.

Snuffed out the vitality of the entire tribe and rebranded its lifeless body - “ here lies the perfect family.”

Made you try to swallow that universe of pain whole and use your bile to paint us all a picture of marital bliss.

Made you force your ears closed and grasp the next fix while your heart taps out Morse code for — “Jesus Christ, there’s something really missing here.”

And maybe that’s what the anxiety really is.

The cure for which brings reality into such sharp focus that it shatters the illusion of life as we’ve known it -

I see God take out a prescription pad.

Prescribes a grief so deep and hot that it parades like poison before it lands like the cure.

Sits vigil by your side while you take on the wildfire — ablaze with every pain you’ve endured but never met and every pain you’ve caused but never owned.

Holds you firm as you writhe and shake and break through the only home you’ve ever known — which has always been a cage, gilded or no.

Holds the furthest shards of your broken heart as you stretch to meet equal parts terror and liberation.

Gathers all your ancestors to Dance in exultation as you reclaim your life and give it to God in the exact same breath.

They all sing a hymn of unbridled joy as you exchange your gilded cage for the unspeakable gift of truly living.

And now?

God Sits quietly within as you remember and live in to the Truth of who You really are. by @briannaroseflows

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I went there, too. by @briannaroseflows

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🤲🏻 by @briannaroseflows

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