Sweat to Release

Today, I feel compelled to share some rather personal writings, which I would normally keep to myself. The following flowed through me after the first sweat lodge I have ever took part in, a few weekends ago. The sweat lodge was done in traditional Lakota ceremony, led by a Sister of Lakota lineage. It was a potent experience for me, both physically and emotionally. My body was renewed and my emotions re-charged. Aho.

Sweat to Release

The drum beat of my heart echoes melodically within my body, flowing out through my ears. A symphony of repetitive noise ~ Can an organ inside of me really create this much sound? The chance of my Heart bursting through my chest at this moment, is nothing short of possible. As my mind spins further out of control, I am able to take the reigns of it at the same time. My emotions step up to the plate to govern my thoughts. My sanity may have exited the structure when my clothes did, but my consciousness is more present than ever.

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The heat is so unbearable that I can bare it. I am living through this? I AM living through this ~ This painful, yet ecstatic experience. My strength and will take their natural place, in a far from ego driven manner ~ Not to honor a false desire for independence this time, which is a change… I am here to experience and to go deep ~ Journey through my soul and the souls of my surrounding Sisters. Simply enough ~ It is brute will, love, and gratitude that is carrying me through these Heaven and Hell polarities.

My mind calms, some.

So, I sit.

I am a creature of the Earth ~ A Daughter of the Earth ~ Pouring forth condensation from my body, in a way I never imagined. Sweat; Crystalline beads decorate my naked body, as I sit, positioned cross legged in front of my Ancestors. My body’s perspiration is my offering to them ~ The droplets are an embodiment of the emotions I am releasing in that moment. All of the grief, pain, loneliness, sorrow, anger, hurt ~ Those not of service are gone ~ Exiting my soul to be taken away by my Ancestors.

To All My Relations…

I pray.

I hold my meditative space to remain calm while in ceremony, which becomes a state of ease, as my prayers spill forth from the depths of my gut. I give thanks for such a blessed, blessed, abundant reality. What an honor it is to walk my path. To be held in Gaia’s embrace ~ Walking on her abundant body, swept away in the breezes of her mystery, enlivened by her firey spirit, and cleansed by her gentle waters. What a gift to be mirrored by such Divine beings that surround me ~ Aligned with my twin Soul in this paradigm ~ Compassionately loved by the most extraordinary friends ever ~ Birthed into a beautiful lineage. I pray for abundance to all my loved ones, and myself ~ In ALL-ways. For the highest alignment with my Divine Soul Purpose, in complete Service.

Ahomataquiase.

So, we smoke. We sweat. We give our thanks ~ Our prayers lifted up by our ancestors, rising with the heat and the steam from the rocks… Up to the Heavens.

Sisters praying together; Naked Priestesses ~ Sitting in circle as it all began ~ Changing the world with our manifestations. What potency! We are nourished.

Ahomataquiase.