Something has been waiting beneath the surface of everything you have already done. Beneath the grief work, the therapy, the circles, the long interior years. Something that survived all of it not because it was strong enough to endure but because it was true enough to wait.

This is a temple of erotic innocence. Of creative life force. Of the divine at play. Not eros as it has been distorted by culture, by performance, by the hunger that reaches and never arrives. But the eros that lives in the bare bones and skin of your body. In the breath. In the heartbeat. In the staggering fact of being alive, embodied and present in our current reality. This is the innocence on the other side of everything we have had to be and learn in order to survive.

The rose and the blade are not opposites. They are the same living thing moving through a non-dual existence that our divided minds have spent lifetimes trying to separate. Most of us have been permitted only one side of ourselves. This week we come for the rest.

Isis did not stop when Osiris was scattered across the world. She moved through the dark gathering every piece, and what she retrieved was not just a body. It was the reunification of what love refuses to leave divided. This is that work. Men and women and all those who exist beyond those words, walking one another through the void, hand in hand. Not rescuing each other from the individual descent but refusing to let anyone make it alone. We come here first into deeper allyship with ourselves and through that, inevitably, into deeper allyship with one another.

This is a heart centred container. We are here to become so fully alive in the body that the heart begins to speak in frequencies the mind has never quiet known. To let what has been divided in us, the masculine and the feminine, to finally come into honest and sacred relationship.

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