Healing the Not Self Mind

There is a lot of conditioning & pressure around healing, embodiment, spirituality, & business.  

As spiritual entrepreneurs we feel the call into something bigger, something more profound, than the mind can comprehend and a restlessness very easily sets in that begins to prey on our not self mind.

When we truly pull back the layers the journey to growth is not a straight trajectory.  It is wounded paradigms that lead us to believe it is onwards & upwards, or that embodying our Human Design means that we never have any obstacles or setbacks again.

When we work within the feminine, within the Mother Archetype, we embody the chaos & order, life & death, everything & nothing, creation & destruction, that comes with HER, the Dark Goddess.

And when we don’t welcome her, when we repress her, we can end up coping with, instead of healing, the layers of conditioning, trauma, beliefs, identities, patterns, & paradigms that no longer serve we welcome more pain & suffering than we were meant to endure….

Things feel harder than we know they were meant to be.  

And yet, this becomes normal.  “Just another day”...

We, after all, are deeply indoctrinated into that world.  The “push it down & keep going”.  JUST DO IT, as Nike would say.

Human Design isn’t a quick fix, although it also CAN BE a quick fix (when & if that isn’t our intention… the paradox of this system)….

The question is are you answering the call for the deeper layers that are ready to be released.

The feminine isn’t all bubble baths & flowers.  She leads us to the sharp edge of experience.  There we have feelings in our bodies, there we have our secrets become visible in the darkened, unvisited corners of our psyches.  And yet, claiming these corners allows for compassion for ourselves & others.

The essence of the journey to the Mother Archetype is captured beautifully by David Whyte:

No one told me

it would lead to this.

No one said

There would be secrets

I would not want to know.

No one told me about seeing,

seeing brought me

loss and a darkness I could not hold

No one told me about writing

or speaking.

Speaking and writing poetry

I unsheathed the sharp edge

of experience that led me here.

No one told me

it could not be put away.

I was told once, only,

in a whisper,

“The blade is so sharp-

It cuts things together

• Not apart”.

This is no comfort.

My future is full of blood

from being blindfolded

hands outstretched,

feeling a way along it’s firm edge”.

Are you ready to walk with her?

More coming soon.

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