Solar Plexus Emergence

I have been tracking my primordial intelligence, at work to keep my domesticated head out of the equation. It's not easy. People are contacting me with primal gut terror in varying degrees from disturbing their ability to be here to a haunting in their gut that goes undefined. Because of this cellular empathic capacity, I have learned to use as a gift these last sixty years, I have been being with this response in my own gut. It is quite evident really. There is no outside danger or threat and yet this beautiful primal force is alive and kicking in many of us.

At a mentally perceptive level, I have been tracking the 'return to Self' which we could bring ambiance to as a 'return to innocence' and 'reconnection to Source...beyond all right or wrong doing'. It has our attention. For human beings, it is that time when we can no longer control outcome. Of course, we, as human beings, think we can - not realizing that is foolish leaving us barren of our capacity to simply 'be' with life. I have been watching the dismantling of our false safety identity based on life circumstances returning to the need to restore the 'I AM THAT AND WERE I AM THAT IS'. It is an evolutionary process. Not one that people would choose willingly, I think, except at an intellectual level. Living something and believing in something requires different skills. And...it would seem we are at a primordial- skill-set-needed level. Fun?! yes and no...right now probably mostly no.

I have been giving this empathic response a place so that I can discover what I am part of that I would like to participate in effectively. This morning, in twilight sleep, I was smiling with memories of my children when they were young . Such a nourishing glow was emanating from my solar plexus.

Then:

It winked out.

and something else winked in.

Beloved, describing the feeling in our gut when it begins to move toward freeze can be elusive, as it often exists in a space beyond words, tied to primal and instinctual states.

It's as if the energy in the gut begins to coil inward, a tightness or a sinking sensation, like a tide retreating before a storm. There's a simultaneous hollowness and density—a visceral contraction that feels both heavy and numb, as if the body is bracing to vanish into itself. It’s not quite pain, but rather an uncomfortable void, a pulling in of awareness, like a whisper of "not safe" reverberating without sound.

I lay still, my consciousness moving deep within the freeze frame my central coil had become.

Then I remembered when I could bring people out of comas in my early 20s. I went back to that memory. Every time I went in to the person in a coma, there was a vertical woven braided thread that had tattered. At the time, I did not know there was a word or description of it. Later I learned, it was called the antahkarana, an energetic thread or bridge between the lower self (personality or physical existence) and the higher self (soul or non-physical aspect), running through the central channel of the body.

I laid still going into my own body, finding that braided thread, and repaired it. The hollowness disappeared and I felt myself flowing between the earth and the planet.

Now I am no guru nor do I attest to be, but, for me, this was a remembrance, a recall of what we are as vertical so above/so below beings and that is what we are at work on in the Field of Tantra Maat.

BUT ….what I am very clear about is:

“We are slowed down sound & light waves,

a walking bundle of frequencies tuned into the music of the cosmos.

We are souls dressed up in sacred biochemical garments &

our bodies are the instruments through which our souls play their music. “

Albert Einstein