We call it healing.
But sometimes, the ache just changes shape.
Beneath the mantras, meditations, and mala beads…
A child inside you still aches to be held.
The Cosmic Setups
Every soul chooses a curriculum before it arrives here.
But not every soul wants to stay enrolled.
You didn’t come to escape your humanness.
You came to embody it.
To inhabit it.
To feel it — fully.
Yet somewhere along the way, healing can become a performance.
And the divine… turns into a drug.
The Bypass Begins
False light feels soothing.
But it can also be sedating.
You start labeling your triggers as “low vibration” — anger, grief, ego.
You start chasing enlightenment instead of embodiment.
Your trauma digs deeper roots, hiding under spiritual garbs and holy words.
Trauma in Robes
The body never lies.
Even when your spirit floats away.
Even when your mind seduces you with clever spiritual logic.
Your nervous system remembers what your mind refuses to touch.
- A throat that never says no.
- A gut twisted with unspoken rage.
- A back that carries ancestral grief.
Is It Karma… or Unprocessed Pain?
When healing hurts, you might catch yourself saying:
- “Everything happens for a reason” — instead of grieving.
- “I forgive them” — before you’ve even named the betrayal.
- “I’m above this” — when you’re just afraid to feel.
This isn’t rising.
It’s running.
Your soul doesn’t need saving.
It needs you to come back.
True Spirituality Isn’t Pretty
It’s messy.
It’s sweaty.
It’s sobbing on the bathroom floor at 2 a.m., letting God sit beside you.
It’s screaming into a pillow because you’re still scared.
You are not here to be good.
You are here to be God — real, raw, embodied.
Ritual for Return
Let your body become the altar.
- Place one hand on your navel, one on your heart.
- Breathe deeply, three times.
- Whisper:
“Beloved, I am not leaving you again — not for God, not for light, not for good, not for anyone.”
Stay.
Here.
Soul Inquiry
Ask yourself:
- Where am I using spirituality to avoid my humanity?
- What pain am I dressing as peace?
- What part of me have I abandoned in the name of growth?
Archetype of the Embodied Mystic
You are not here to ascend — but to descend fully.
Not just a lightworker — but a shadow tender.
Not just a priest/priestess — but the guardian of your own pain.
You are the mystic who makes the mud holy.
The bridge between heaven and heartbreak.
Your body is the temple.
If this shattered a false light within you… let it.
Save this for the day you’re tired of pretending peace.
Share it with the one who hides behind mantras when they’re breaking inside.
Because not all healing is true healing.
Some of it is a costume.
Some of it is escape.
Some of it is exile from the only place your soul longs to be:
your own body.
This is not to shame your path — but to return you to it.
With deeper honesty.
Deeper presence.
And the kind of spirituality that doesn’t float above pain…
but kneels beside it.
