I believe that authenticity matters; hiding who we are stifles growth opportunities for the individual and collective. So in this blog I write about all things that genuinely fascinate me: art, spirituality, the puzzles of personhood--and their ongoing interplay. For some, learning the artist's thoughts contaminates the experience of the art, and I respect that. It might be best to avoid this blog and visit only my gallery pages. Personally I can't get enough of the stories, ideas, and people behind art, so this blog is most appropriate for an audience similarly curious and open-minded, and who won't take offense at challenging perspectives and taboo topics. It's especially for those who are aware they're undergoing a spiritual awakening and seek to feel less alone in that process. I wouldn't be at this better place in my life if it weren't for the wayshowers I found online who helped me understand what was happening to me and to the world, and I hope to pay it forward by doing the same for others on the awakening path.
sacrum a birthplace of blood, sure but something more hosting vestigial tail, incipient wings animal and angel in one the bony locus of where we're from and where we'll go sacrum
stone chrysalis where dual serpents sleep awaiting their snaking awakening up the spine but this butterfly? ossified kundalini's flight grounded (still) the appointed too disjointed sacrum sacred fulcrum on which much hinges when uncertain seat for the soul a pivot into pathologies of skeletal jenga: sway backed knock kneed pigeon toed fallen arched the twisted sister marionette strung (strangle-hung) from The Matrix sacrum silicate sack casting crumbs in my wanderings: iliopsoas tendinitis, femoral anteversion, coxa valga, sacroiliac joint dysfunction the maunderings of modern medicine too Newtonian to note true origin: these? these are empath's bones shrugged the shaman (soul contract trauma: it's how I keep my ghoulish figure) sacrum samsaric seashell held to ear of dantian fielding echoes of wounds legion of light doused again and again and again and again and the strum of psoas (ham)strung spine to femur in pelvic guitar pulled too tight, pitch too high the song of fight or flight (or freeze and fawn) a familiar dispiriting... Mu scar? Atlantis sadness? I can feel it in my bones of the story whose denouement starts at yawning dawn of Aquarius and so: a gift from Elohim gleaming spessartine placed in sacrum's shield, brittle from battle, graffitied with glyph this firestone burns with: It's time now, warrior, because you learned words broke your bones, like sticks and stones excavate shadow so crutch becomes sword pull sword from your bones, scattered like stones your lightsaber-Excalibur calibrates to the math of the New Earth where blood from a stone is order of the day you'll stand straighter now marrow, kitchen sponge no more, one infinitely chambered crucible fo(u)r the alchemy you came here fo(u)r - Jennifer Thangavelu Comments are closed.
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