My life has been geared around knowing the divine through the body temple, and actively bringing myself closer into the embodied experience of spirit and matter. For many years this took the form of dance and performance, where I came to realize that shamanic experience, that is to say traveling between the worlds and communication with the elemental and spiritual realms were all possible through movement, deep sensing, and somatic experience of our natural and immaculate human forms.
Our bodies are instruments of the divine; they are conduits for all forces moving through this realm - both benevolent and malevolent. The more that we come to understand this, the more that we will have agency over these forces.
When I moved through the sacred passage of motherhood, I nearly lost my life. My body broke down, and I have faced countless issues that were rooted in my own childhood, birth, and beyond. This was a deeply karmic time for me, as it is for all women, where the veil was thin and it was revealed to me the extent that I had unknowingly allowed certain external forces to have negative influence over my being.
This was a great reckoning, to say the least.
All through this dance of great reckoning I have been constantly reminded of both my vulnerability, and my power. There have been real moments where I have wondered whether I’d ever fully come back. I have been challenged to let go of who I thought I was so that I might embrace another version of myself, where the concept of The Sacred Body, which I created years ago as a dancer, has expanded to include all aspects of embodied life and experience, not just performing and teaching.
I came to understand that the human body can be charged with either the sacred, or the profane. The more that we cut, defile and attempt to physically alter the human form, the less the body will be responsive to the benevolent energies that move through and around us. The more that we ingest drugs, chemicals and pharmaceuticals in the name of recreation and health, the less we will allow for our bodies to enter into its deeper healing capacity, which is our birthright.
A body that is natural and unadorned, fed well through deep nutrients and powerful minerals, clean water, air, with daily earth and sun, sacred movement and joy, such a body will shine stronger and stronger, and very slowly become illuminated. The soul can enter this body more completely, and the divine human instrument becomes a chariot for the spirit. It is very simple. This is how we were meant to experience our glorious and fleeting life.
Unfortunately, we live in a world where we are being consistently poisoned through every sense organ. People have somehow come to believe that ingesting pharmaceuticals daily is the answer to robust health, when in reality it takes us further and further away from our embodied presence and power as it blocks our own sensory and intuitive ability, rendering us numb and unconscious.
People have come to believe that surgery is not a great trauma to the flesh, and that cutting the body open is an everyday occurrence from which our bodies may easily heal.
The fact that the body can heal from such brutality is a testament to it’s miraculous power. But I can tell you from personal experience that healing from surgery is a path that takes years upon years. The flesh remembers the knife, the cells remember the horror. It does not go away. The trauma is there, imbedded through our molecular memory. In order to heal such violence, grace must be present.
The more that we divorce ourselves from our own natural form and power, the more easily we allow for openings of the profane to enter through our flesh and our blood. The more we defile the natural human form through unnecessary surgery and the like, the greater the chance that unwanted entities and energies might enter and move through us, most especially if we do not have awareness of this reality. Fluid and energy get caught through scar tissue and the densification of matter, preventing us from being in connection with the deep sensory tool that is our greatest somatic gift.
Convincing people that chemicals, pharmaceuticals and unnecessary surgery is the key to health and life has been one of the greatest modern cons of man.
The fact that we have entered into a culture where plastic surgery and “gender affirming care for children” is normalized and commonplace is one of the most shocking turns that our society has taken. The fact that decent people are hopping aboard the altering of children’s whole and natural forms, calling this compassionate, to me is the clearest evidence that there is a madness, a Wetiko which has fully overtaken countless souls.
The profane is pumping through the veins of the dominant culture, and in order to protect ourselves and our children from such madness, it is necessary to acknowledge this profanity, and to disengage from it entirely. The rationalization of such brutality is a very dark path, indeed.
A return to the sacred knowledge of the human body as temple is the remedy for such darkness.
A deeper understand of the interrelationship between matter and spirit, and the divine wholeness of the human form in all of its sensitivity and beauty is needed in order that we might enter into a more harmonious relationship with our souls.
As we enter into this beautiful communion, we step out of the stream of profanity and darkness which have been cast over the dominant culture, and into the sacred ocean of the divine, which is the source of our true spiritual power. We move to align ourselves ever closer to our natural birthright, the spiral ascension path, on which our embodied human form is our greatest tool.
In this way we enter into our own body temple, where our very cellular structure tunes upward into sacred resonance, and the body is sustained through the luminosity of it’s spiritual root.
The choice is upon us.
i love your repeated use of the word "immaculate" in your posts- and your insistences that mirror my own of the trauma and travesty of surgery and drugs unquestioningly endorsed. Of enabling a world profane. THIS is a beautiful piece Mare, and a conversation i will never stop having - which i only hope to do with such grace as yours; though i'm afraid my frustration is oozing and leaking through the pores of my poor tired soul...