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“I’ve never had a plan, I’ve always done things from instinct.”
Purging is a practice I am very good at. My personal proclivities do not come into contact with what needs to be done. I like to think I approach things with a universal perspective.
I performed a Cutting the Cord Ceremony three years ago. A woman rubbed my skin with a raw egg before cracking its light brown shell into pieces to examine its contents. The yolk contained a fracture of my Aura. I have three gold rings surrounding me, always. I am protected.
The Ceremony involved visualizing a long tether connecting me to the people and events I wanted to remove. The tether was a long, rough rope braided thick and strong in my vision. I took a pair of scissors and knawed at it until each thread gave away and broke the line. I was exhausted when I was done. The scissors were cold and heavy. I stood naked and alone at the pier's edge when the line dropped.
I allowed myself to fall back into the wet, catching the Ocean’s salt on my skin. Washing away the sweat and tears. Belly up, back floating, I lingered in the waves until a breeze drew me to the sand. The woman hosting the Ceremony held my hands as I cried on the table covered in white linen.
What did you see?
A Blue Whale.
Do you know what this means?
No.
Blue Whales symbolize solitude and profound wisdom. This is the beginning of a great imaginative process. The release of built-up tension through Shakti—the creative force. The blowhole is significant; it represents the freeing of your feminine energy.
Whenever I need the strength to endure an ending, I take those metal scissors and saw at the cord. It’s easy for me to walk away. The hardship arrives much later, usually in my dream state where conscious defences cannot manipulate the situation.
The purge used to be out of balance within me. I could not control the in or out: the energetic interaction was all outwards. I expel more than I consume. The fear of taking too much, of carrying the grief, was too much to bear. It’s too heavy, so I get rid of it.
I give things away, so I’ve less to carry. Be it physical objects or emotional concepts; I lighten the load so I don’t have to deal with the repercussion of the wanting. A great risk would be holding tight to the line.
What are the through-lines in a life? The consistent themes that bind one to a purpose despite the constant flux?
In Hindu Philosophy, four Puruṣārthas (aims of life) govern the individual.
Dharma — moral values; duty and individual responsibility.
Artha — economic values; material wealth and success.
Kama — psychological values; desire and pleasure.
Moksha — spiritual values; liberation and self-actualization.
The four pillars express the way to seek and attain enlightenment on earth.
I like to imagine each as a burner on a stove. All four elements must be heated to prepare a nourishing meal for guests. You are the guest—the witness and the one designing the feast. Keeping each element warm without burning the food or losing the flame—how to maintain the through-line—is the art of living.
Purging is my practice to sustain the heat; too much of anything will stifle the flame.
With age, I’ve amassed so much. Some call it ‘baggage.’ I like my totes; my bags are filled with wonderful objects that I take out to reflect upon their glitter by the sun or moonlight. Often, my reflections occur in the dark.
My intuition pulses for revival. The purge is a practice of restoring my Spirit.
Give more than you take; I prostrate myself before the stars, celestial bodies that naturally burst.
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