The Sacred Self – the field where life returns
Some call her the True Self.
For me, she revealed herself – and the whole experience felt sacred.
So yes, she is the true expression of Self –
but in this moment, I call her the Sacred Self.
Alive, whole, and ever gently remembering.
In meeting the sacred self, something begins to shift.
Not because we become someone new,
but because we remember what was never gone.
And from that place – from the self – not only our experience of life changes.
We begin to affect what’s around us.
Not by trying. But by being our truest self.
A clear inner presence creates ripples.
In relationships. In conversations. In how we set boundaries. In how we love.
It may not always be visible. But it’s felt. And it makes a difference.
The Sacred Self
She carries no name that needs to be understood.
She is not a role.
She is a sacred self – a wholeness, with her own color, her own tone.
She has experienced life through others’ systems, others’ demands, others’ emotions.
She has been shaped, forgotten, pushed aside – and yet she has always been there.
Her presence is a field that influences.
Not through force, but through clarity.
She does not go to war. She wears no armor.
She stands still in herself. And that is enough.
There are moments when her layers lie wide open –
visible, bare, available to be met.
And there are moments when she closes.
She withdraws, not in fear –
but to land in what is being felt.
To take the time to feel through, before she speaks.
She has long tried to find home in the world through others’ language.
Others’ rules. Others’ reflections.
But it was only when she noticed how her energy shifted
in the presence of what was not hers –
how something in her became heavier, tighter, more adapted –
that something within her began to transform.
There, in that moment of clarity,
she began to rise from her own ground.
No longer entangled.
No longer confused with what she once thought she had to carry.
She came home.
The sacred self revealed herself.
She is the one who feels her way through life.
She who can say yes, and also no – clearly, gently, truthfully.
She who no longer seeks her place in others’ eyes,
but in her inner rhythm.
She who knows she is worthy –
not for what she does, but for what she is.
She is the dance between the mystical and the grounded,
the visible and the unseen,
the feminine flow and the masculine holding.
And when she feels safe, when she is held –
she opens the world.
Things bloom around her.
Not because she tries, but because she is.
This has been my way.
To meet her. To remember her. To stay with her, even when she shows up as rage, sorrow, confusion, boundless love or joy.
Sometimes I forget.
I slip into the mind again – what I must do, should do, have to.
But then I choose her again. Because it is so clear.
She is already whole.
Already complete.
Forever expanding in her awareness.
And she stands there, in her field.
She remembers her wholeness, but needs to feel safe.
She remembers her worth, but needs to be held.
She is freedom – and she helps remind us of that when the old stories try to convince us otherwise.
She speaks through the felt sense in the body.
Stay with her, just for a moment – in the feeling – and the body awakens.
It remembers. And it knows exactly what to do.
You don’t need to control. Just ensure safety – even when it feels.
You become the one who listens, who holds, who sees her –
lovingly, presently –
co-creating with what has always been there.
The Sacred Self – an invitation to meet her
If you long to meet the self within you –
not as a concept, but as a living presence –
you are warmly welcome into The Sacred Self.
Three sessions.
One field.
A space to meet her in you.
A space where she is allowed to rise and express what is true for her –
through your body, in your life.
You are invited.
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