The path. from the moon, through the womb to the earth.
There is a whole bunch of thinking we are only just sniffing the edges of. The kind of thinking that changes everything. The being with, sinking in and listening to, of the deeper currents of being human. That maybe, just maybe we are willing to accept may be there, let alone exploring the content therein.
I understand the resistance to the place that would have value for the menstrual mind that is free. That sovereign state of being ungoverned by any outside force. Just a long slow descent into the abyss, the no form, the void… where we could live from if only we had the courage to live without form… to surrender our habits, our outer shapes and shades of knowing who we are and why we are here.
The bloodmind lets me let all of that. To listen and flow with.
You don’t tie up a puppy with steel cable. This fable, that is the worth of the blood, this story I am telling you may well be lies, but you wont know if you don’t feel it with your own eye’s, telling yourself your own lies… those stories we tell ourselves to make it all better, to be better, to better ourselves… but what if we are already enough? What if the core of this shit is that we are told from the very proclamation “It’s a GIRL” that we are the broken one, the wrong one, the one that is different from the normal.. our fail, for being a girl, and now… a bleeding woman. What if that bounty within has never been valued before, because what is the value of something you can’t sell…? Something that is only valuable to you, the owner, the one that perceived this particular part of your own freedom, that space within.
This is why I love, honour and cherish… my bloodmind. It takes me to places I don’t seem to be able to get to via cultured response. There is a real terror that when I ‘pause, I will not be able to find my way back. But, I do trust that the wisdom of taking the path there, over and over again, makes for a body memory, a muscle that has been kept in form, all I need do, is to keep using it.
Why go here? What’s the point? if you can’t sell it, If you can’t share it… oh, but yes I can share it… I can write love letters from here, to you, beautiful woman and courageous man… If you come here, seeking to understand the ways of the blood witch, to explore those realms within, to sing the sweet freedom of the tyranny of mind that would tell you what you see, rather than see for yourself what it is that you feel… That is what I am creating here, pathway to the sacredness of sensation, within. That succulent knowing of life force flowing all the ways it can, into and out of the nooks and crannies of mind, of heart, of being human.
We have a super power, each and every one of us, has an incredible super power… our attention. Where ever we put it, we are there, we are in it, we give that spot, that theory, that colour, that celebrity, that meme, that TV show, that child, that plant, that sunrise… we give it our blessed attention. And in that we have effect. We truly do have effect, what ever we bring our attention to, will be changed by the pressure of our presence, our gaze. If we give that attention an action, like a stroke of our hand, the brush of our lips, we become engaged outside of our being and create a space there, between, where all manner of magicks can arise, right before our eyes… we could paint, sculpt, forge, plant and make love… our attention taken further into an action.
Where do we place our attention? What is it worth to us? are we willing to allow it to flow within, feel for our truth of self, what we know and trust about being us, what we are still willing to learn about our self.. Tis with this empty chalice I turn and meet where ever it is that my blood mind will take my attention.
As always, with this act I serve the blood.
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