We crave darkness desperately but believe it is inappropriate, so we sneak it, and in doing so, give it a bad reputation.
It is therefore vital, not only for individuals, but communities and nations, that we recontextualize and exalt all things dark so we can begin to enter this world we crave and operate skillfully there.
When we’re coasting along in our appropriate selves, our sense of the physical realities of bodies, sweat, and earthiness becomes so diffuse it’s as if we are exempt from biology. We imagine we are never again going to smell or lose control. But what goes up must come down. Descent is approaching, sometimes quickly, sometimes slowly.
Trying to stay up and on top all the time makes us uptight. When we attempt to align only with what we consider to be our “higher” consciousness, we must be hypervigilant against anything that doesn’t fit that narrative.
If we don’t monitor ourselves, something is liable to leak. The body melts a little wherever it comes in contact with the soul: laughing, weeping, blushing, goose bumps, chills, sexual arousal. Some of these reactions are literally wet. And while some of them can be faked, when they occur spontaneously, they never lie. For better or worse, what we really feel is on display, impossible to conceal from ourselves or others.
When we stop being so afraid of the involuntary, we can permit ourselves to be spontaneous. We have a greater range of available responses because we can include what we once censored.
