Blood + Fire
Blood and Fire.
Chaos.
Transformation.
Portals.
Mezcal.
Flow.
Above and below.
Divine union.
Breaking patterns.
Delicious energies coming together in a dynamic dance of the tensions between chaos and stillness. Rooting into an embodied state of beingness. Riding life waves of a frequency of all that is. Soaring high and plunging into the depths of the soul; soil. The decomposition of the caterpillar as it transforms into an elixir of potential goo just before it becomes that which it had no idea existed before.
There is work to be done. In the center of the chaos. A cauldron of potential being stirred and stoked. A pinch of this and that. Finding the perfect balance of ingredients to create a tincture for profundity. Not too sweet; not too bitter; not too salty; not too bland. Turning experiences into medicine.
“The fire can only burn what it is not meant to be.”
If it burns too fast, it consumes and destroys; Stoked and tended, purifies and transforms. Heat. Life force. Energy. Passion. Desire. Sun. Without: dullness, dead, stuck, stagnant, contained.
Earth.
Digests and decomposes. Churning into humus that which no longer serves; that which needs to die. Embodied Integration, rooting it down into the soil to be recycled. Life itself.
Blood.
Sacred plasma for growth and repair. Breastmilk, the nourishment of Life. Flowing rivers of spiraling energy to cleanse and feed. The water of life runs deep into soul territory. Bathed in the fluid of all that is; cells of creation.
Chaos.
As above, so below. The energies of all elements accumulate into a central point of contact containing the power of an atomic bomb. The bomb of either annihilation or liberation. Like the tiniest sperm penetrating the most brilliant cell in the body to induce an explosion of potentiality. Bursting light into a million little pieces to create form. Without chaos there is no life.