Welcome to the New Earth (Spoiler: It’s an Inside Job)
by Laughing Crow, featuring unsolicited sass from Pieter and the gravel-voiced wisdom of Eagle Eye
So let’s talk about the "New Earth," shall we?
Because apparently, every second person with a crystal collection and a questionable internet connection is either waiting for it like it’s spiritual Uber Eats, or rage-posting about how the world is not ascending fast enough.
Cue the dramatic sigh.
Look, I get it. You’re scrolling through the apocalypse, trying to hold a high vibration while your cousin Sharon is screaming about conspiracy theories and the Wi-Fi cuts out during your chakra-alignment Zoom call. It's frustrating. It feels like humanity is regressing—like we’re all crammed into a cosmic group therapy session, but no one’s done the reading.
But here’s the kicker: The New Earth isn’t something we build with petitions, perfect smoothies, or mass group meditations under a full moon. It’s not something we fly to, wait for, or vote into office. It’s born through you. Through me. Through the messy, relentless, gloriously inconvenient act of personal evolution.
Or as Pieter put it (while filing his cosmic nails with a nebula),
"If you think the New Earth is going to arrive like a magical Amazon delivery, you might want to check what dimension you ordered it from."
The Truth Bomb (with a side of contractions)
What we’re experiencing right now? It’s birth pains, darling.
And no, not the gentle kind with mood lighting and whale sounds.
We’re talking primal, bone-rattling contractions of consciousness.
The kind that squeezes every illusion, fear, and egoic fantasy out of you until you’re left gasping on the floor, muttering,
"Why is everyone so insane?" while clutching your rose quartz like a life raft.
Eagle Eye, watching this circus from his spirit hammock, added:
"You call it chaos. I call it labour. You call it discord. I call it the sound of old systems dying."
This is collective shadow work on a planetary scale, and it’s ugly. It's not supposed to be neat. It's not meant to feel comfortable.
We are literally detoxing millennia of domination, fear, and separation consciousness.
And just like any good detox, it gets worse before it gets better.
The New Earth is Not a Utopia. It’s a Frequency.
And frequencies aren’t built with hashtags and hemp pants.
They’re built by choosing love in the face of fear.
By sitting with your grief instead of bypassing it with sage and mantras.
By doing the work no one applauds you for: crying in the shower, forgiving your mum, quitting your codependent coping mechanisms, saying no to people-pleasing, and yes to integrity even when it’s inconvenient.
You don’t need to wait for the world to catch up.
Because the New Earth? Starts in your nervous system.
In how you show up at dinner.
In how you speak to the cashier.
In whether you choose peace over being right.
In whether you remember that the people who most piss you off…
are usually the ones holding up your shadow like a badly lit mirror.
(Thanks, Karen.)
And yeah—this planet's still got some gnarly scars.
But that’s because we’re not here to skip the pain.
We’re here to transform it.
So if it’s all feeling a bit much? Good. That’s the point.
That pressure you’re feeling? That’s the sacred rebellion of your soul.
It’s the old you screaming as it dissolves into something braver.
And yes, Pieter is still unimpressed:
"Humans. You want enlightenment to be like a bubble bath. It’s more like exfoliating your ego with a cactus."
Final Note from Eagle Eye:
"You want to see the New Earth? Look in the mirror when you finally stop pretending you’re broken."
So here’s the memo:
Stop outsourcing your power to some magical timeline.
The New Earth isn’t coming.
It’s already here.
The real question is—are you?
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Now go be the revolution you’ve been waiting for.