07/14/2024
Boundaries
7.14.24, 3:31 PM
Boy,
They are not playing these guys
“It’s a matter of urgency”
They say with stern looks on their face.
Grandpa still holding down the Love
While my great grandmas
Hold open the matrix for me to walk
Into.
“It hurts” I tell them
While my amygdala side kicks
Cranial sutures in efforts to escape.
“Yes, it does and you need to honor your boundaries.
In who you talk to,
The tone you choose,
How you walk,
The thoughts you think.
It’s finally time.”
One of them points to a chair
And begins to wash my feet.
Mom hugs and holds me
While tears line my face.
“It’s going to be okay”
They say,
“In this frequency is where you’ll find true healing”.
My spleen contracts again,
Craving any form of dopamaine
To move the pain;
I’ve never actually managed to sober long enough to feel this part.
The Medicine woman touches my heart
While the sorcerer holds the boundary
Clear.
She places her hands against my limbic brain
While Grandpa sings songs lined with anesthesia;
There is no need for morphine
When we have Ceremony.
She takes her hands
And places them on my crown,
Rearranging the nuerons,
Filling the holes created by a lifetime of cortisol-
Now we are in full surgery.
Mom comes to lay next to me
And scratches the side of my head,
“I’m here” she says, “and I’ll never leave you”
And I know as a soon as I’m done
I get to play with chickens.
Slowly, I fall asleep to Lord Huron
In my ears.
The medicine woman
Keeps moving
While the sorcerer maintains
The space pristine.
I wake up to fresh stitching and just a vague memory of what happened.
Their Essence is gone now,
Just me in my human form.
My brain still feels sensitive AF
But there is a difference between
FEAR and what’s actually in front of me.
A small slither of differentiation
But just enough to stay Ventral Vagal based.
They left a note,
Post surgery care.
Signed, “we love you, china,
You got this”.
Just me and my spirit team.