I am the throne, I am the one ascending the throne

to worship the divinity of the holy human being that I am.

I am the ark of the covenant containing the great mysteries

and miracles of Sofia Christ light. I bow at the altar in devotion.

The paradox of the absolute vow is that it’s not necessary,

there is no one to make the vow

and there is no one to make the vow to.

Thank you loved ones, you tend to me in my initiation ,

anointed and rubbed by the goddess,

lying on the crystal stone altar, sucking and wringing out

old black things from my body, and then we rest in the field together, the field of Grace, the codes awakened in my mind and cells.

My psyche is fractured, core wound of agony splayed open

Illusion of defeat, of impossible dream

the body is hemorrhaging, but already dead, I find him way inside

like a boil of pus, like a precious gem, way inside,

from our many journeys together, the way I took him in so deeply

this time around, over almost a decade. Splayed open

and clamped down tight, wavering between the two,

we let it be rhythmic respirations. My Dakini sisters, we travel

to the 10 directions with our long-life arrows, adorned with silk ribbons,

to hook back my life force. thank you, sisters, we do this together, breathing back vital essence and affirmation into the dead body.

we travel into the subtle dimensions of the skin and the womb,

my orchid sisters accompany, thank you beauties.

My Magdalene brothers hold the space, protectors in every location, and on every petal, safety of the Mandala itself,

precious guru rise up through the lotus in my heart

We sanctify and clarify, and the joke is

that we are already sacred and clear, but it is no joke,

we must go through this process to bring the vehicle on board.

And then we dissolve it, we cut through.

my body. heart, and soul are held within the loving and protective energy of the cloak of Christ consciousness...