To be bound is to feel into the space of self and to be lost in the small self. How many times I have found myself bound, bound by belief system that have come through my linage? Can you feel that place of bound and feel into the feeling of deep despair? Stuck un-holy connected to nothing. As a snake eats its tail going around and round panic strikes. The way into un-bound is to step into the contraction. To walk toward panic embracing the void of nothing. To feed the stalker its self is the way into expansion of the un-bound.
Where are the places inside yourself that are calling for un-bound LOVE? These bound places are the most vast when you embrace the fear.
Sitting curled in a ball sobbing at the Tennessee River rest area. Bound in panic with no way in and no way out. How to do you exit the rest area when you find yourself not trusting yourself to drive? Sobbing and alone as I wait for my daughter to arrive, no way out from my patterns of behaving. To sit open vulnerable while the world watches and sees. Yet there is no way in or out only surrender to the breakthrough.
No bridges. no driving. no confined spaces. no commitments. no crowds.
The way to the freedom beyond panic is to go toward the places of binding.
12 years later I find myself in ceremony in the jungle of Peru choosing to
ingest the death vine. Choosing to embrace the bound in enter a place of union with un-bound. To choose to ingest and surrender into the experience of death itself.
I see myself watching the one who always has watched, watching me. Then a merging as a clay baby in the mud. Next surrender to being eaten by the snake mother asking me to un-bind to the physical body, yes I say into the void, to again go deeper....Poof.... released from the snakes mothers mouth and spit and split apart as a fractured multitude of gold pyramids emerging into the un-bound. A multitude of light, into nothing and then deeper. To embrace the bound is the way to the light, your true essence. To struggle and wiggle and fight is the world. Stay focused as my sisters around me release and gasp. Focus on the space of bound of that feeling of trapped, it is the way in to un-bind your truth.
You have been given a gift, the gift will be transmuted as you go toward bound.
The world is about to shift form from expansive to still point and then contraction. You are a cell in the world the germination of your experience is to be of service using your knowledge and wisdom of the trail of tears winding into the bound that lead you to understand you true self un-bound LIGHT.
Inspired by the image Bound by Claire Martin
Lori Henderson
October 11, 2016
Where are the places inside yourself that are calling for un-bound LOVE? These bound places are the most vast when you embrace the fear.
Sitting curled in a ball sobbing at the Tennessee River rest area. Bound in panic with no way in and no way out. How to do you exit the rest area when you find yourself not trusting yourself to drive? Sobbing and alone as I wait for my daughter to arrive, no way out from my patterns of behaving. To sit open vulnerable while the world watches and sees. Yet there is no way in or out only surrender to the breakthrough.
No bridges. no driving. no confined spaces. no commitments. no crowds.
The way to the freedom beyond panic is to go toward the places of binding.
12 years later I find myself in ceremony in the jungle of Peru choosing to
ingest the death vine. Choosing to embrace the bound in enter a place of union with un-bound. To choose to ingest and surrender into the experience of death itself.
I see myself watching the one who always has watched, watching me. Then a merging as a clay baby in the mud. Next surrender to being eaten by the snake mother asking me to un-bind to the physical body, yes I say into the void, to again go deeper....Poof.... released from the snakes mothers mouth and spit and split apart as a fractured multitude of gold pyramids emerging into the un-bound. A multitude of light, into nothing and then deeper. To embrace the bound is the way to the light, your true essence. To struggle and wiggle and fight is the world. Stay focused as my sisters around me release and gasp. Focus on the space of bound of that feeling of trapped, it is the way in to un-bind your truth.
You have been given a gift, the gift will be transmuted as you go toward bound.
The world is about to shift form from expansive to still point and then contraction. You are a cell in the world the germination of your experience is to be of service using your knowledge and wisdom of the trail of tears winding into the bound that lead you to understand you true self un-bound LIGHT.
Inspired by the image Bound by Claire Martin
Lori Henderson
October 11, 2016