Bodywork and Primal Reactions
The morning began at the Bhakti Yoga retreat with breathing, followed by an hour of deep massage — more like initiation through pain. It felt as though a porcupine needle rose from the base of my spine, sparking a serpent-like reaction from my mouth. My nervous system responded primally, as if something ancient was being touched.
I asked the practitioner about learning. He said it takes months — a path I may walk. If I’m to truly step into the path of healing, I must learn not only about parasites and energy, but about the body itself. The ascended masters didn’t just talk — they embodied.
Meetings and Vulnerability
Back home there was no power, so after breakfast I went to the bank. The errand failed, but alignment brought me to Max. We hadn’t spoken in a while. Both humbled by recent experiences, we met in a place of humility, and it was good.
Later, at Animals, I had a smoothie and called my therapist. Vulnerability poured out — about the Old Earth, about reaching out, about preparing to leave. In a few days I’ll be gone for months. Am I ready? The truth: not yet. I need to pack, close companies, and tie up loose ends. The weight of it feels overwhelming at times.
Community and Connection
After more breathing, I went to a birthday gathering at a cola for Pete. His English family was there again — familiar warmth. His mother even mentioned something I’d said the day before, telling me it had shifted something inside her. That felt like grace.
I met Lily, a French woman who does kundalini activations. Something in me was drawn to her presence. Not a “type,” not a projection — just the pull of being around someone on the path.
I had brought a cake for Pete, mindful of gluten-free, and it was received well. A small offering, but it mattered. These connections are part of the fabric.
The Overwhelm of Preparation
As the night closed, the thoughts returned: there is so much to prepare, and only a few days left. Packing, closing companies, aligning finances. The weight presses.
But I remind myself: this is Pluto’s teaching. Overwhelm is not the state to live in. The task is simple — chip away, step by step, piece by piece.
Closing Note
The serpent at my spine, the opening of my heart, the vulnerability of leaving, the joy of connection, and the burden of preparation — they all belong to the same path.
The New Earth doesn’t come through comfort. It comes through walking, even in overwhelm, with integrity, humility, and presence.
