Restoring a Sense of Trust by Tracing the Sacred and Profane

Have you noticed, the way we treat women is the way we treat the earth?

The way we fear the chaos of her beauty. The way we exploit and take from her without reciprocity. The way we treat her as a receptacle for our waste, shame, and fear.

The way we treat the earth is as grotesque as the way we treat the Goddess.

The sacred becomes profane when trust is lost.

Many of us never developed a healthy sense of trust in our childhood. Without being patterned with trust, our lives were unconsciously dreamed and created by anxiety, fear, shame, and worry.

Trauma begets trauma. 

Unaddressed trauma can easily ruin and sabotage your life. The abandoned and abused parts within me sabotaged my life for a long time. It takes a tremendous amount of courage and accountability to move from the victim to the creator of your life. With trust in yourself and the invisible forces of this planet and your soul, your life can and will change.

Today, the moon is ripe in Aquarius. 

To get into sync with the unseen, reflect on these questions and say a prayer to the full moon tonight. 

How can you cultivate a relationship of trust and reciprocity with mother earth?

What can you do on a daily basis to honor your body?

Do you know what your soul’s calling is? 

Are you watering it daily?

Go to the earth with bare feet. Place your hands in the soil or grass. Say a prayer of gratitude, ask for support, and listen. 

Don’t forget, the groove is in the heart. 

Personal note:

As the super-moon rises, I, along with the collective, am examining my relationship with trust. 

When I was eight I started receiving conflicting messages regarding the sacred and profane nature of my body and sexuality from my primary teacher. Additionally, I never understood why the making of me was considered profane and so I was discarded at 5 days old. Yet, the making of others was considered a sacred act. 

I have spent my life trying to find my identity beyond the shadow of shame. I was created by the daily shameful and discarded tears of my mother. She was told that by giving me away she could atone for her sin. I was sacrificed and trafficked as a baby by the LDS church. They followed the traditional model of religion, shame leads to profit. 

My art is a heretical love note to all that was shamed in my line of women. I have long asked the question; where am I sacred and where am I profane?  In a recent breakthrough, I have been learning to stay present during intimacy with my partner. This might not seem like a big deal to some, but for me, it has been my Mount Everest.

Through this deepening of trust and intimacy, I’ve discovered that everything becomes profane when trust is broken. The trust that inhabits my body disappears with memories that register when my body is touched. It’s nothing my partner did, and yet my past, a past that occurred when I was just a child, has robbed me of experiencing true intimacy for my entire life, until now. 

This new discovery (at the age of 36) has ignited a desire to extend the sovereign sessions experience to couples. I have shared this experience with a few couples prior to this date. Those experiences have been deeply transformative. It is an artistic conversation that notices your relationship with each other and with trust.

All experiences open with a ritual calling in the invisible forces. You will each set your intentions as we discuss and define the boundaries of the experience. For the experience to be transformative and the photos to have that je ne sais quoi, everyone must feel safe and embodied. I am extremely sensitive to noticing when others are dissociating. There are many ways to move the energy when one finds themself caught in freeze as their soul leaves their body. I have numerous ways of supporting you as we call you back in.

If you and your partner are wanting to deepen into the layers of intimacy that come from being witnessed in your primal and authentic selves as you freely express your feelings for one another, send me a message. The feelings might very well extend beyond love. There could be unexpressed anger, grief, or shame that needs to come out. We create an experience honoring what has been, as we water the seeds of a healthy, playful and passionate love affair with one another. 

Additionally, I am as passionate as ever about facilitating this experience for women. 

Your life is waiting for you. My life was waiting for me. I know that decolonizing my body from the shame of religion, predators, and oppressive systems of governance has been life changing. It is my sincere hope that those who walk through this experience can deepen into their soul’s gifts to create the dream of their hearts.