… May… it has been since September since I have spun my fire fans… the metal feels encouraging, inviting spinning wildly around my dancing form.
My vessel exudes remembrance of all the thousands of hours spent carefully drilling sequences in blissful flow states only to set Myselves wildly free whilst they are on fire… round & round they rotate rewinding the months of robotic solitude.
Reflecting from this moment of pure joy in play I validate the stagnation of so many of my creative channels… this winter was long & lonely as I sobered up for the first time since 2016… the year is 2022… dissociative ineffective coping methods led me to a backlog of grief laden emotions cataloged in cellular trauma. My body no longer aches – I have allowed my essence to receive & thus the healer meant to aid has arrived in my world.
Studying the human experience from spiritual texts with an analytical lens of ascension is a mere speculation of the process- a vast differentiation betwixt experiencing the process…
Human BEING not human DOING…
Enlightenment… in Light I AM.