Understanding God and the Human Nervous System

We see how God entered the human nervous system especially as we contemplate the cross of Christ. Did Jesus dissociate when he cried out– Abba, Abba why have you abandoned me?

I have thought so yes but in a sense, there was still a part of Him who understood the mission. Take the trauma of the people of the world and transmute it– once and for all. Turn pain and suffering into a creative new life force filled with connection and restored to a primordial power.

When the nervous system is regulated- the fear and memory of nervous system activation for survival has been healed ancestrally and personally. Can you even imagine this?

You must– you must 1st imagine and visualize this level of peace, safety and divine guidance. A God who breaks His own patterns and recollects us to the primordial system of the fascia. Yes, still physical– still in and of the body!!

Spiritual and harmonized while remaining in Her– the Source of all. In HIM, the placenta, the Lion, the Dove: All the metaphors apply here. It’s the best news about the sound of Heaven. The echo of the Ommmm. The frequency of Love and power.

Flowing to us and through us– uniquely singing our small part in the great Chorale — where the spiritual heart is able to be an open vessel for God’s mysteries.

This is my prayer over you today and in the season to come.

That all people everywhere trust in the consecration– you are a sacred and holy people.

Poetry is Food

“When she looks back, that old young owl,

she sees that

her home, her tree

had become ravaged with wolf urine

and twisted with heat .

Curled and gnarled, she is unable to sleep there.

She begins to travel at night

because she cannot sleep in her home.

She doesn’t know what she’s lookin’ for

But she keeps goin’ and goin’.”

From Tracey Lindbergh’s novel ‘Birdie’

Shared in the book “Want” under a section called–

“What to do when a wolf has peed on your home”

I have returned home to a newly healed body after a chiropractic adjustment to my iliocecal valve released an ancient and primal rage from my psoas – the muscle of the Soul. Keep seeking your wholeness dear ones. Keep cleansing the lens though which you see the world. Be bold–

Clawfoot Mum

Submerge beneath steamy waters

butt drops heavy like a stone

landing

feet settle

back of head

bookended

Breasts

like light houses

beam

shallow breath raises

belly

easily breaking the surface

ears above, then prefer below

mind much prefers below

near the ocean’s floor

No tides to disturb

quietude

this claw foot capsule

where any mum can

enter

zero gravity

I am an Iceberg Melting

Did you ever think that Jesus froze the waters on which He walked

A perfect balance of elements

water, earth, vapor, minerals, air

what of water? what of our emotional terrain

our stormy expressions of great suffering

Jesus froze those waters for our survival

So that we might not be flooded, washed away with the tides

Frozen is solid, steadfast in order to raise the children

and go to work

Frozen is solid, steadfast in order to awaken Christmas morning and

hug your people

But frozen is not Jesus’ highest best plan for us

No, we can thaw

We can address the iceberg melting within

the layers of grief, like layers of frozen river

underneath there is living water

flowing freely

liberated water

But we must be brave and go see who’s trapped there

frozen in time

afraid to yell. afraid to move. I’ll be a good girl this time

I promise I’ll be quiet as a mouse

Look how still I can be!

I’m not a problem at all

Look at me– I’m like a statue

A child carved out of ice

An iceberg melting