Letters by Coeur:

The City of Light:
The Next Era of Enlightenment

Volume I | Issue I | Letter II | VI MMXXV | words: Sarah Woods

I felt the divine masculine holding the streets of Paris. His expression, effortless. A natural caretaker of heart, he commands the lead, charges ahead and creates. Structured, yet in flow. Like the Seine River on a crisp, sunny January day. A silent force that moves, le coeur.

Real-life Phoenix Rising. Sarah Woods and Notre Dame, Paris. Photo by Alexandre Papaïs, I MMXXV.

It was clear to me, the blueprint of Paris had changed in the ten years since I last visited. A strong softness had been ignited. Notre Dame, flames to ash, was a real-life phoenix rising. Her energy spoke to me before I entered, I felt her rebirth and this truth: the old must burn and dismantle, for the future to be rebuilt.

A revolution not to under-mind the structures of the past. But a revolution of heart to out-create the lies of the past. And there’s only one way: through intelligent hearts and grounded bodies. There are no how-tos in this era. And we don’t ask the question, why? These leaders are professors of love, of light, that only have to fully embody, and align, for innovation to transpire.

There are no how-tos in this era. And we don’t ask the question, why? These leaders are professors of love, of light, that only have to fully embody, and align, for innovation to transpire.

A great act of rebalancing.

The City of Light is not about romantic love, even if Jacob Gurevitsch’s Lovers in Paris totally nails hitting the God Note. But, it’s a city that ignites the golden DNA within to activate the truth of the future, within the human. Heavy on thinkers in the past, yet Paris has always been about the heart.

And, oh so… illuminating.

Literally.

In 1660s, King Louis XIV order the installation of street lanterns along Paris streets.(1) And in 1828, the capital was the first city in Europe to use gas lamps to illuminate the Champs-Élysées, bringing a new dimension for people to see her beauty.(2) Paris has been the foundation for light bulb moments by playing an integral role as an intellectual exchange and hub for creativity during the Age of Enlightenment. Nothing to do with courtly love, and a far cry from the likes of Emily in Paris, this was an illumination from within that is our birthright as humans.

Le coeur, home to pure innovation.

Le coeur, home to pure innovation.

And so, the luminosity continues with the next Era of Enlightenment, one of intelligent hearts, and the igniting of a precise manual of this operating system, so innovation can be birthed.

The challenging of any traditional authority doesn’t come in protest, but in claiming of one’s wholeness. And this is where the heart creates. This remembering sheds any challenge or force, because inherently you become the solution you came here to be. You are an answer, sometimes without knowing the global impact your ripples will create.

Notre Dame didn’t fight, cry or protest. She did what she knew was required despite the emotional pain and confusion it might cause. She burned.

Notre Dame didn’t fight, cry or protest. She did what she knew was required despite the emotional pain and confusion it might cause. She burned. What’s been accepted in our societies as normal, is in direct rebellion to the true nature of the human being and how community really works. She commanded through her rebuild, best in class artisans for a collective approach that brought together competitors and collaborators in a shared goal: to make her whole again. A new framework for her future.

Her beauty, awe-inspiring light beamed in the rebuilt glory of this truth: she is pure love.

Just as you.

This next era is the coming of age of the future human – a multi-dimensional being who’s capacities are far superior to any intelligence of synthetic nature. The influential hearts in this era will be both known and unknown. Yet they are connected through a coeurency electrified through one’s heart. It’s a unifying unseen movement gaining momentum. And Paris, is where wholeness begins through the rebalanced human.

The dismantling of the old, of our structures, does not define whether the past was good or bad. What is being dismantled, is the result of what happens when we build on a foundation other than heart. Without alignment with nature, and the cosmos, faulty will transpire.

There’s an anonymous mass of strong hearts building momentum toward this positive future. This revolution isn’t just about ideas that will redesign the future, it’s about the evolutionary change within that comes with these times. The breaking down inside of that which no longer aligns with le coeur. The burning and breaking down of structures, the weight of unseen ancestral baggage and the container holding secrets of a traumatic past. It must burn. It’s a transfiguration. A changing of form within. And so, a change of form without.

Notre Dame… she has led the way. And now, the heart of her stands in truth. Bright. Strong. Beautiful. And future-proof.

Notre Dame… she has led the way. And now, the heart of her stands in truth. Bright. Strong. Beautiful. And future-proof.

Rather than this shift happening through satire, attacks and movements harnessed through emotion and beliefs, there’s something stronger and more potent at play: le coeur. And so, one is called into a critical stance of truth – that the healthy authority of self, and the heart, matters. Anything other than this stance rescinds one’s sovereignty, placing authority of self, outside of oneself.

I left the City of Light on a crisp January day and headed to the wisdom found in Canada’s waters, mountains and forests. I left in protest, wanting to remain in the future. Such is the way of these times, yet I know better… the future is simply heart. (And therefore, I’m always in Paris.) I was heading to my homeland, leaning on nature’s plan, and in trust of the cosmos for my physical return to France. Knowing in truth, le coeur was the future and therefore I only needed this moment to be there.

On the plane, an actor from Paris sat beside me. His smile embraced me with the warmth of his heart, he asked me where I was going. A tear rolled down my cheek.

In a strong silence that mirrored the softness of the Siene River on that crisp January day, he held his hand for mine. And just like that, Paris offered me the divine masculine as an escort for my heart, and wholeness, so as two strangers we could bring more love back to Earth.

In a strong silence that mirrored the softness of the Siene River on that crisp January day, he held his hand for mine. And just like that, Paris offered me the divine masculine as an escort for my heart, and wholeness, so as two strangers we could bring more love back to Earth.

References

1 History of the Public Lighting of Paris

2 PARIS: CITY OF LIGHT

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