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“I am the ritual and the worship, the medicine and the mantra, the butter burnt in the fire, and I am the flames that consume it. I am the beginning and the end, origin and dissolution, refuge, home, true lover, womb and imperishable seed.”
Dear Anias,
What grounds you? It is raining today and my meditation was in the dark.
I kneeled wrapped in my white blanket and breathed in and out very slowly. My chest hurts. It is hard for me to breathe. I am situated in a deep disquiet and not even poetry soothes the grief that I have inside of me.
We have switched spots; he is light and feels spiritually comforted.
What are my spiritual comforts, Anias?
Where is my Goddess?
The concept of freedom and fulfillment is woven into the concept of bondage. Attachment is keeping me bound to agony. Paradox.
Freedom in the Tantric relationship is to absolve the self to the cosmic powers - burning, cooking, creating, this sacred relationship to connections and a vast matrix of realities.
I see how I have been identifying through the needs of others in order to give myself context. This quality of being rooted, of having belief and belonging, comes from within. No one can give this to you. You have to create the sacred in yourself; you are the temple.
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