WHY I SPEAK OF SPIRITUAL EMBODIMENT

– A TWENTY YEAR JOURNEY

From awakened insight to lived reality—how the path humbled me, broke me open, and continues to reveal the deeper invitation of love.

There is a reason I speak so often about embodiment—about the lived, felt experience of spiritual realization.

It’s not a concept to me. It’s not borrowed from books or traditions. It is how I have been living for over two decades. A continuous, intimate immersion in what it truly means to bring awakening into the flesh, into the breath, into the heartbreak and uncertainty of this human existence.

I've known the terrain of reactivity, of sudden contractions, of being knocked off center by emotion or triggered into old wounds. I’ve also known the vastness of stillness, the clarity of pure awareness, the light that reveals itself when all else falls away.

But perhaps most importantly, I’ve come to know how easy it is—especially after a powerful awakening—to hide behind the veneer of “nothing can touch me now.” To subtly armor oneself in spiritual language, silence, or certainty. To bypass the grit of life under the guise of transcendence.

And life, in its mercy, does not allow for that kind of escape—at least not for long.

The true path reveals itself not in what we know, but in how we meet what is. It asks not how enlightened we sound, but how open we are in the midst of discomfort. Can we stay present when something old and painful rises to the surface? Can we allow ourselves to be dismantled again and again, without building a new identity around awakening?

For me, the journey has been one of continual softening. Of learning to walk not above the world, but alongside it. Barefoot. Exposed. Human.

It is a path of humility, not invincibility. A path that welcomes the broken places and the raw edges, not as obstacles, but as thresholds into a deeper kind of freedom—one that breathes through the body, listens through the heart, and moves through love.

So when I speak of embodiment, it’s not from theory. It’s because I know what it costs. I know what it gives. And I know that the only realization worth speaking of is the one that walks with you, in your relationships, your struggles, your vulnerability, and your everyday tenderness.

That’s the awakening I trust. That’s the love I serve.

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