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Hierarchical Heart

The empath code is shattering.

I thought it to be a lifetime sentence.

It’s not.

We feelers arrived here with open hearts.

But because Earth is currently ruled by power + order, our hearts have fallen into hierarchy.

Knowing themselves under a false regime.

With a mistaken responsibility.

Our designated job, to love.

OUR JOB IS TO LOVE.

And don’t you know that’s a helluva obligation on a planet ruled by fear.

Our very existence operates under the pretense of being made to feel unsafe so that we love.

As a result our eyes stay exhaustively peeled.

Our ears, painstakingly tuned.

Other-focused to extremes.

It’s deeply subconscious.

What’s conscious is our inability to relax in the context of people.

We may be aware of our digestive problems, chronic fatigue and impeded lungs.

But lurking wayyyy underneath is a sh*t ton of fear.

That we must love away.

Out of duty.

I’m furious.

And simultaneously streaked with liberation.

I refuse to love out of duty.

That’s not love.

It’s the carrying of a cross.

It’s sacrifice.

Yet under the existing planetary reign, this is love.

Now what?

I’m even less sure how to be around people without my hierarchical heart.

Devoid of my false job.

It’s all very new + freakin strange.

Is it enough to stay connected to me?

To my open heart + what beats it?

Is it okay to feel your fear and leave it alone?

To speak these words knowing they will threaten you?

Knowing they will impose death to an order that keeps us safe.

That keeps safe, real.

We must die.

All of us.

Alongside the ideas of power + order + countless ways we rank ourselves.

So we remember how to love.

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ANIMAL INSTINCT

Let’s talk basic needs.

The physical safety + biological survival kind.

IE Food, Shelter, Sleep, Sex + $.

My ability to respond to these needs has been shaky at best, addictive at worst.

I long to return to my animal instinct.

To meet my basic needs in an untethered way.

But alas, I’m tethered.

And I’m not alone in this my sensitive peeps.

We’re tethered to the information coming through our transcendent sensor’s.

To feel physically safe + fit for biological survival requires a shift in how we meet our basic needs.

An incorporation of the information we have at our disposal.

A retrieval of intelligence from the planes we’re connected to – spiritual, emotional, physical + beyond.

Any shakiness/addiction in meeting our basics stem from forgetting our struggles are multi-planed in existence.

I’m here to help you remember :: you have the faculties to uncover the very information that’s keeping you from being on the ground.

As an animal.

Not just any animal, one who remembers its connection to the stars.

Whose instincts are as powerful as its insights.

I’m just starting to know this place.

And I’m convinced meeting our rudimentary needs cannot happen without utilization of the knowledge we’re privy to.

It’s talking to us for a reason.

It wants to be of service.

So we may fully descend here.

And evolve into a new breed of animal.

Boom Shaka and ROAR!  XO -Kate

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OUT OF PECKING ORDER

I rarely talk about physical beauty.

Nor do I choose to partake in the ‘body image’ conversation.

Not because I’m not affected by it.

I deeply am.

Embarrassingly so.

But joining the conversation gives validity to something that feels false.

Even the innocent promotion of ‘body love’ seems contrived.

I’ve rode many-a-wave having to do with my own physique.

And I’m wondering if our fixation with physical beauty isn’t about beauty at all.

What if we’ve adopted this whack-ass hierarchy to give ourselves a sense of place?

Especially those of us whose place isn’t so obvious (eh hem, HSP’s).

We need something to ‘order’ us.

To belong.

That’s surely safer than being out of pecking order.

Valueless through the eyes of society.

To vacate our place + cease the chase for a place…well…

It’s frightening as sh$t.

But it means we get to be BIGGER.

That’s the conversation I want to have.

Beyond beauty or body image.

I want to talk about who we are.

Boundless, malleable humans, capable of becoming anything we can imagine.

Anything we can feel.

If we are going to judge ourselves in accordance with our value to society, let’s at least allow that value to be something valid ::

OUR ABILITY TO FEEL.

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BLACK SHEEP

“We find emotional instability almost universally (1) in nations that are in the process of deep social + economic transformation and (2) in people who dare to deviate from the traditional mode of action of their parents, their class or social group. During childhood, we lose a considerable measure of the faculty of our nervous system for making individual paths and patterns of action, thanks to parental influence on our immediate environment.” -Moshe Feldenkrais

Well America, I guess we all fall into category (1) but I’m honing in on (2)…

Where my black sheep at?

Struggling artists.
Paralyzed musicians.
Addicted empaths.
Striving entrepreneurs.

What if our emotional instability is the result of an ill-fitting nervous system?

What if we aren’t equipped for the level of feeling we’re destined for?

And what if we’re not supposed to be?

Because we’re meant to activate a vaster system of nerves.

One with more capacity.

And dare I say change our DNA.

I believe there’s a way to expand our capacity for feeling without an uproar of emotional instability. There’s a whole bunch of us black sheep learning to kick it’ together. No more harrowing growth process. We gather in a community created by Laura Hames Franklin called ‘Wholly Shift’ on Mondays at 2PM EST.

I’ve got a +1 for this coming week, 7/24. Hit me up if you’re interested!

XOXO -Kate

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WANT//CAN’T

We want to feel it all.

But can’t.

Because early love is often conditional.

So we learn to resist.

Speed through inappropriate feelings.

Our bones, diaphragms + limbs soon reflect our effort.

This is us.

Or is it?

True that we need love.

Also true that this deformed musculature became a viable avenue.

But it’s f’ing exhausting.

The lack of ‘permissible’ feelings fuels an unsustainable frustration.

A nagging fury.

Powering a whirlpool of guilt for wanting what is inaccessible to our distorted figures.

It demands another way.

A literal rewiring of our brain.

An altering of our body-minds.

We must learn to yield to the resistance that once guaranteed us love.

And simultaneously declare unconditionality lies in our feeling it all.

We want to feel it all.

And we can.

We can and we must.

Xoxo -Kate

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POWER-HOUSE RECEIVER

It’s been some *time* since my last weekly share.  Being reflective is a bit too slow for what wants to come through these days.  Finding a balance of being spontaneous + consistent.  Bare with me. In the meantime, exciting news to share. Scope it out below!

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I’ve been seeking solitude since forever.

And energetically pulling away from people just as long.

I used to think I needed a quiet physical space to feel myself.

If I could just get that, I could stay there, in me.

And if I practiced staying in me long enough, I wouldn’t have to feel the people around me.

How far from the truth this has proven to be.

I’m always going to feel people.

That’s my (our) disposition.

Evolution gave us intense-as-hell-mirror-neurons for a reason.

Sure, there’s a learning curve of discerning what’s mine + yours that comes with increased differentiation to sensation.

But even that doesn’t matter.

What matters is that we don’t barricade or grab onto the information entering our highly-refined nervous systems.

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It’s not until very recently that I stopped seeking seclusion.

And I’m no longer motivated by a false desire to stay in me to avoid feeling you.

I can show up in the world without energetically withdrawing.

Do you know how grateful I am for this?

The pain of retreating is the rawest of the raw.

The feeling of ‘I gota get away’ + ‘get away from me’ makes my heart bleed.

What literally saved my life is Universal Health Principles.

It has restored communication to my body-mind so that mass amounts of information can flow through uninterrupted.

So that I’m not rushing to leave conversations + fretting social get-togethers.

I can now be with my husband, my girlfriends, even the grocery clerk and receive them fully without feeling the need to hold, hide or run away from what my cells are gathering.

People no longer scare the shit-outa-me.

Seriously a miracle.

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As sensitives, we’ve been given the gift of being privy to an ample stream of information.

But if that information is running through broken circuitry – it will hurt.

We will identify with being shy, introverted, overwhelmed, anxious, compulsive + addicted.

Common examples of broken circuitry include compromised guts, excess tension in muscles + bones, auto-immune diseases, disconnection from ground etc.

….with all that said ….

In 2 short weeks, Universal Health Principles opens its doors to the next group of folks who are ready to learn + become certified in this system.

UHP was created for me.  And for you too if you feel it.

You are a mega power-house receiver meant to dance in the world.  To let it fully stream through without any effort to protect.  You were designed to let it inform you. People, places + things alike. It’s ultimately all you. And so it becomes the most beautiful game of self-awareness that increases your love of self + everything.

Are you ready to bring the communication of your body-mind back online?

Scope the details here :: Universal Health Principles Certification Program.

And if you want to experience a UHP session with me, lets set it up. Contact me.

All my love,

Kate

 

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THE SAFEST PLACE

8PM, one night last week.

(I can’t remember which.

The past few have blurred together in a wave-after-wave way.)

Following dinner, I crept downstairs…

…turned on ambient Pandora, lit candles, closed the door + waited.

There was another wave to feel.

So I leaned in.

Will came down thirty minutes later.

He opened the door just a crack.

Enough to see my tears.

Comedically looking around, he demanded ‘who was in here and what did he do!?’

‘Nobody’, I cry-chuckled. ‘I’m just so tired of feeling.’

Wrapping his arms around me he responded, ‘You’re not a tree yet’.

Of course this opened up a floodgate for more tears.

Goodness gracious, I’m a human.

A human who’s learning to breathe under water.

It’s been days since I’ve come up for air.

Days without clarity.

Storylines have trickled in.

But nothing alleviating.

Nothing true in totality.

Only aspects.

Aspects that I’ve wanted to make total so I could be done with feeling.

These time-released emotions are requiring a new kind of endurance.

A fortitude to stay in my body longer.

To sink so far in that I no longer care to seek safety in clarity.

Not just clarity, but all the ways I reflexively seek it.

In my relationship with food…

And the way I pursue health as a shield from illness.

In my relationship with Will…

And the way I lean into him for protection from the world.

Shit.  

Here goes another layer of what my mind believes is safe.

And so completely ironic it is.

To have to descend so far into the human form to know this truth.

That the body IS the safest place to be.

Not because it will never get sick or die but because through the body we can {{ feel }}.

Safety doesn’t exist as a concept here.

It just is.

I just am.

Safe + connected.

But this passage to trusting my body.

And not fearfully taking care of it when in pain or constricted.

And unweaving myself from my many safety nets – family, husband, home.

Well this is the real deal.

Grateful to my lungs for signing me up for underwater swim lessons.

They remembered to make nothing more important than feeling.

And that story I wanted to make total…

Well its’ swelled to entirety.

But the clarity doesn’t so much matter.

Lucidity is able to land without shooting me to the moon.

I’m staying here with the remembrance of why I’m here.

I’m sure I’ll forgot.

But I have these words so I can remember again.

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I’m aware that learning to breathe under water is not something we learn from someone else. This is an inside job.

For me consistent vibrational healing, regular Universal Health Principles sessions + a daily commitment to Franklin Method has helped me soften into deep sea swimming.

And so I’m currently trying out a new model that combines these three aspects in a 12-week (3 month) curriculum. It’s called Sensitive Homeschooling and it’s for the folks who are ready to dwell deeper in the body for longer. Those who are willing to let the connections quietly arrive while staying unhurriedly IN.

Inquire here if interested! Details coming to the masses in the next couple days. Yay!

XO, Kate

 

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JUST AN EARTHBOUND MISFIT, I

There’s this pressure I’ve always felt.

To be something.

Good. Grand, even.

It’s probably why I don’t enjoy being around most people.

I feel into their expectations.

Errr my expectations to be something ‘good’ in their presence.

And just like that, I lose me.

In the chameleon suit I’ve hung by the door.

Same goes for why I don’t relish the creative process.

I feel into the suspense.

To create something grand.

And again, I’ve lost me.

The higher the expectations, the greater the vanishing act.

Until I’m so far gone, I’m spinning out above ground.

Utterly panicked.

It’s been a while since a full-on panic attack.

Until last week.

And the week before that, too.

When I went to write + illustrate my ‘weekly share’.

Clearly a story is up for exposure.

This part of the growth process I’ve grown familiar with.

The swelling of the story before it’s death.

Lying on the forest floor (my only way down from sheer terror), questions flashed.

Why the need to be ‘good’ around others?

Why the need to be ‘grand’ in what I share?

Why do I get tongue-tied + twisted?

Just an Earthbound Misfit, I?

Questions that don’t need answers.

What I need is breath.

Kate, breathe.

I’m being asked to let go again.

Hands down the most menacing version of surrender to date.

Because I’ve gota let go of good me + grand me.

And in doing so stare down the fear driving it.

Even more daunting, feel the emotions trapping it in place.

Fears in the context of people ::

‘Will you love me’ if I don’t hold your pain?’

‘If I don’t smile, nod + tell you what you want to hear?’

‘If I’m not good?’

Fears in the creative process ::

‘Will you love me if I don’t share the ‘right’ thing?’

‘If I don’t create something beautiful, eloquent + evocative?’

‘If I’m not grand?’

Oh boy.

Radical it is.

To see unconscious aspects of self still searching for love externally.

The rage of not wanting the pressure to be good, very present.

So too the competing dread of not being good.

Simultaneously here to be felt.

This is beyond theory of self-love.

This is the downright grimy + gritty application of it.

Am I OK with me?

OK enough to let go of good + grand?

I’m not sure.

One step closer.

This does not mean I will stop my ‘weekly shares’.

I’m going to keep sharing until the charge is gone.

And keep placing myself around humans until the charge is gone there too.

Because I want to enjoy both.

More accurately I want the freedom to be uncensored in all circumstances.

As free as the exposed figures I draw.

And that’s incentive to keep on keeping on.

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The process to surrender is an interesting one. It’s not something we do. It’s something we arrive at. I’ve gotten pretty familiar with dropping into chaos and finding the order within. And there is definitely an order.

Laying out a roadmap so that you have a guide in your own periods of chaos::

  1. Notice any amplification of thoughts. A storyline that is becoming clear as day. When you feel these intensified thoughts arising, do your best to watch them. Receive the insights but know that you don’t know, yet. You’re early on in the game.
  2. There are emotions to be felt and any holding of insights will constrict you both energetically and physically.
  3. RED FLAG :: At this point in surrender you will want more, most. Use that hurried vibration as a sign post to spread your awareness.
  4. Get in your body. It needs you now more than ever. It needs you to soften the contractions. It needs you to breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. Death is passing, birth is coming. Hang loose, baby.

That’s what I got for this week my loves.

XOXO,

Kate