Week 12 – Tell Me Where it Hurts

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(The following content is excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, by Carrie Triffet © Copyright 2019.)


Tell me where it hurts

Bodies, man. Can’t live with ‘em, but just try living without
‘em. As one whose physicality has been no stranger to dis-
comfort, I’ve had plenty of opportunity over the decades to
perceive both the body and its malfunctioning behavior as
enemies. Yet neither one is quite what it appears to be. More
recently I’ve come to recognize pain, as well as the body hous-
ing it, as wise gurus and steadfast friends.

Pain and the suffering that accompanies it, are two sepa-
rate things. We tend to experience painandsuffering as all one
sensation lumped seamlessly together. But as it turns out, the
suffering is an optional add-on, entirely due to the influence
of the subterranean self. It’s fascinating to feel just how differ-
ent the experience of pain can be, when it occurs outside the
subterranean self ’s identity structures.

And herein lies another clue about the deeply unhelpful
nature of the subterranean operating system itself. As we’ve al-
ready noted, the subterranean aspects of the self are responsible
for weaving a personal identity for us, more or less out of thin
air. The weaving of a personal identity out of millions of indi-
vidual data points seems a harmless enough activity. It isn’t.

Besides sending us down the wrong roads toward faulty
conclusions (as in my LA freeway example), this process of
automatically categorizing and linking the things we perceive
now with historical precedents and future imaginings, turns
out to be the very activity that indirectly creates all our mental
and physical suffering.

All our seemingly innocuous personal data points collec-
tively form the distorted lens through which we can’t help
but compare and resist, criticize and judge ourselves and our
world. The data points themselves obstruct all hope of experi-
encing true peace.

The gurus have been telling us this truth all along, of course.
The so-called ego is the source of all suffering. That’s an una-
voidable part of its job description. It’s the knock-on effect of
building a personal self that can’t help but function to resist
and block out the peace of God. But I maintain there are no
evil-geniussy criminal motivations behind its doings. The il-
lusory frequency the subterranean self emits simply jams the
God broadcast, that’s all.

Back to pain without suffering: It’s an odd sensation. The first
time I experienced physical pain minus suffering was back in
2013, during yet another of those brief awakening events. On
this occasion I’d had an encounter with Thich Nhat Hanh, an
enlightened master, in a vision the night before.

In the vision I was standing fifty feet away from him in a
stark concrete courtyard. He turned to look at me, and as our
eyes met, his piercing gaze transmitted a palpable vibratory
wave of enlightened realization deep into my mind. I felt the
powerful, high-frequency wave shudder awkwardly through
my energy field, and I lost my physical balance.

As I was falling sideways onto the concrete I realized I had
a choice. I could put out my hands in an attempt to break my
fall, which I knew would severely limit the power of this awak-
ening transmission. Or I could surrender to the powerful vi-
bratory wave and let myself fall unimpeded, even if it meant
my head might smash open like a pumpkin on the concrete.
I chose the pumpkin option. The vision ended just before my
head hit the ground.

I arose from my bed the next morning to find an entirely
silent inner state of being. Gone was the usual mental chatter.
It was a typical September day in Southern California, cloud-
lessly sunny and warm, so I dressed in jeans and a sleeveless
tank top and drove to the beach. It seemed as good a place as
any to get used to the unfamiliar inner quiet. This wasn’t trans-
cendent peace I was feeling, exactly, nevertheless the egoic self
was nowhere to be found. All inner turmoil had ceased.

I parked the car and made my way toward the water. No-
body was around, so I sat down on the sand and tried medi-
tating. It was a nice, effortlessly spacious feeling. But within a
minute or two the wind picked up so strongly, hurling the sand
with such unexpected force that it was starting to sandblast my
skin. Weird, the weather had seemed so calm a minute ago. I
opened my eyes to investigate.

Directly in front of me, the blackest clouds I’d ever seen had
gathered in ominous billowing layers to obscure the horizon.
Beneath them the turbulent sea had turned a brilliant emerald
green, frothed with whitecaps. I was startled to feel icy rage
emitted by that water, and understood immediately that the
scene in front of me was a physical out-picturing of my own
intense internal resistance to permanent awakening.

I tuned in deep within, and noticed for the first time a faint
and faraway rumble of dissent coming from the region of my
abandoned mine. As I focused in on it more closely I felt the
unruly ruckus of unconscious resistance that was still present
somewhere within me, hiding beneath a vast blanket of pris-
tine silence. No wonder this inner state hadn’t quite felt like
transcendent peace.

Back in 2013 I was still a little bit enamored of my own
drama, and true to form, I couldn’t help but marvel at the fe-
rocious beauty of sea and sky I was witnessing. I found its un-
bridled fury mesmerizing. But I couldn’t linger to admire it for
very long. The temperature was dropping and the wind was
rapidly picking up speed, the sand striking my bare skin with
ever-greater force.

I stood up to go find a café across the road where I could
enjoy shelter and a cappuccino. It was then I realized the hori-
zon in all other directions had remained cloudless, sunny and
presumably warm. I was in my own tiny, bitterly cold and un-
forgiving micro-climate.

Walking slowly through the marina, I watched calmly as
the yachts bumped and rocked madly in their slips. The wind
shrieked an earsplitting dirge, the boats’ metal riggings
whining eerily as they clanged and scraped against hollow
metal masts. Both my ears ached from the cold and the deaf-
ening cacophony; the ear facing the ocean was also being
pummeled relentlessly with frozen sand at full force. It was
extremely painful.

That’s when I noticed the genuinely odd sensation of
pain minus suffering. It’s kind of like pain doesn’t hurt. Or
rather, it does hurt, but it’s irrelevant. It couldn’t possibly
affect your inner state, which is entirely untouched by the
discomfort. In no way would pain ruin your day, no matter
how intense it might be.

That mini-awakening lasted a bit longer than most of
the others. But after a few days the angry inner foot-dragger
reasserted its supremacy. And for a long while afterward the
experience of pain without suffering remained a mere mem-
ory, a curious side benefit of a short-term, partial awakening.


Several months ago I was experimenting, just for fun, with
deep surrender into knowing the divinity of a painful condi-
tion—with no agenda other than recognizing its perfect iden-
tity. If everything is God, I figured, this must be too.

So I was trying to feel into that knowing, as fully as I could. Because
why not? Pain was here. I might as well occupy myself with the
game of unmasking its true identity. I held the pain in steady
recognition of its pure divinity. And not unlike that peculiar
sandblasted hunt for a cappuccino back in 2013, I discovered
the pain was present yet it didn’t hurt. Or, it hurt, but it wasn’t
bothersome in any way.

These more recent explorations into the nature of pain
went deeper than they did back in 2013. This time I noticed
it was a beautiful expression of radiant divinity. I marveled
at the wondrous gift this pain revealed itself to be. I was hon-
ored by its presence. And because it was already perfect right
here, right now, its choice of whether to stay or go was of no
importance at all.

(As it happened, the pain chose to leave after a day or two
of being recognized as divinity. The mysterious condition,
which showed up all of a sudden, disappeared without a trace
as quickly as it had arrived. But I didn’t require that outcome.
Or any outcome.)

Although we’ve talked mainly about physical pain here,
the same would surely hold true for mental-emotional pain.
The good news is, whatever form of inner or outer discomfort
we’re experiencing, pain without suffering can be known prior
to permanent embodied awakening. All it takes to explore the
sensation of pain without suffering is an attitude of gentle cu-
riosity, an open mind, and an abiding trust relationship with
the subterranean self.

In my experience, when we reach the point that we value
this self almost as much as we value the divine Light of our
own perfect Source, the subterranean self will gladly do eve-
rything in its power to help us taste spiritual freedom. Out
of loyalty. Out of gratitude. Out of relief to no longer be the
object of persecution.

It will back away as much as it dares, intentionally limiting
its own influence, so we can experience miraculous glimpses
of the transcendent self we truly are. It hopes we’ll be satisfied
with these glimpses. It hopes we’ll stop short of choosing a dif-
ferent operating system altogether.

The subterranean self can’t help being what it is. It is keenly
aware its very existence brings a world of suffering to itself and
you in equal measure. And yet it knows no other way to be.
There is no other way it can be.

Despite what the subterranean self would prefer, please don’t
be satisfied with mere miraculous glimpses of yourself. Dive into
the infinite beauty of your own true divine identity. You’ll nev-
er regret the unfolding mystery and adventure of discovering
who and what you really are.

And as for the subterranean self—although it may not seem
like it now, ultimately no greater gift can be given it, than peace
and liberation from its own dilemma at last.


~ Carrie Triffet, excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, © Copyright 2019

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Week 11 – The Body’s Role in Awakening (Part 1)

This year, I’m sharing a section each week from THE FRICKEN MAP IS UPSIDE DOWN. From start to finish, from my heart to yours. From the big comfy chair.

Welcome to week eleven of this free series. Settle into your own comfy chair, grab a mug of something nice, and read on.

(The following content is excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, by Carrie Triffet © Copyright 2019.)


Over the decades grace offered me more than one awaken-
ing opportunity I’d seemingly said yes to. At least, the top ten
percent of the iceberg said yes. But sometimes in more recent
years, a much larger percentage—maybe even a majority per-
centage of the self appeared to have said yes as well. Or so I
thought. Yet I never seemed able to hold onto any of these
awakenings for more than a few days at most.

As it turned out, this body, bless its heart, wasn’t structurally
ready to handle all that divine Light. Part of the human body’s
job description is to accept every uncomfortable memory or
traumatic belief we don’t feel able to deal with on a conscious
level. Even stuff we don’t know about.

With grave determination and steadfast loyalty, the body
stores all this un-decomposed gunk inside its own energy field,
and within the physical cells. So to some degree, it doesn’t even
matter if our conscious mind is interested in awakening. Our
unconscious stuff hidden deep in the physical body and energy
field is busy doing its own robustly oblivious thing—and what
it’s doing is the opposite of what’s required for awakening.

So let’s say grace smiles upon us, and we experience a trans-
cendent moment of spiritual Light, eternal bliss and divine
unconditional Love. Our energy field (which includes the
body, of course; it’s just the slowest, densest portion of our
field) is flooded with recognition of the magnificent Love-
Light-Awareness that’s always here in truth.

Yet if our energy field is chock full of old unresolved stuff,
and our cells are filled to the brim with lower frequency, un-
conscious beliefs about our self and our world, there is no
room for that flood of high frequency Light to find a perma-
nent home. If our cells are unable to let go of old unconscious
stuff, they can’t make enough room in which to digest and me-
tabolize high frequency Light.

As one who unknowingly spent years pushing vast quanti-
ties of spiritual Light at myself in hopes of profound transfor-
mation, I can tell you this: If the cells can’t metabolize it, the
Light will have nowhere to go. It will spark around and around
in your system in highly uncomfortable ways, short circuiting
until it eventually burns itself out. No harm done, it’s just not
pleasant or helpful.

Various techniques exist for clearing and opening the cells,
to help them make room to metabolize ever-greater amounts
of Light. These range from emotional processing of the old
stored traumatic gunk; to mysticism and spiritual alchemy;
to release of stuck energy through breathwork; and even to
purely nutritional means.

(Purely nutritional means: There are those who are convinced
spiritual enlightenment comes as an inevitable byproduct of
nutritionally healthy cell function. When super-healthy cells
are correctly doing their thing, they can metabolize maximum
amounts of high frequency Light. Therefore, the theory goes,
if we strive to make our cells super-healthy, we’ll be so Light-
filled that embodied awakening will just sort of happen all
by itself. I’d love it if that were true. And who knows, maybe
it is. It has not, however, been my experience, nor that of
anybody I know.)

In any case, whatever methods you choose to employ, I heart-
ily recommend making some room in your cells for greater
amounts of spiritual Light to dwell there. I recommend it even
if your spiritual path of choice might not seem, at first glance,
to support that direction.

Many excellent spiritual teachings say the body is not real,
and that is certainly true. The only thing that’s real and true is
Love-Light-Awareness, or Source, or God-Creator, or what-
ever the heck you want to call it.

Or if you want to be even more excruciatingly accurate,
we would ultimately look past creation and creatorship altogether,
to the formless Absolute.The Absolute is the only unchanging reality.
Creation, which includes bodies, qualifies only as illusory stuff.
Y’know, for gaming purposes.

Be that as it may. I know the body isn’t real. You know the
body isn’t real. But the body itself has no fricken idea it isn’t
real. It may therefore require some patient help to get up to
speed on that bit of news. Until it does, it will obliviously and
effectively deflect all our attempts to metabolize more spiritual
Light. And (unless it turns out they’re right about that nutri-
tion business) there won’t be a damn thing we can do about it.

I speak from long experience. I came into this world with
a profound desire to not come into this world. I didn’t want
to be in a body. That’s not a unique attitude; lots of shy or em-
pathic or artistic or spiritual or introverted or sensitive people
feel much the same. They’re born, they take one look around
and say, ‘Oh, HELL no.’

And the rest of their lives are spent tiptoeing around grudg-
ingly, barely present inside their own skin. I was one of those.

When I finally turned to spiritual practices, naturally I gravi-
tated to one that denied the body’s reality. The body is an illu-
sion, you say? Excellent!
I couldn’t wait to shed that shit, and
cavort as pristine spirit instead. And now I had the best pos-
sible excuse.

Yet bypassing the body never works. Even though it seems
(to some of us) to be merely an unwelcome tag-along we never
meant to invite to the divinity party. We’re simply not going
anyplace without it.

When the body is perceived as an unsafe enemy, or a shad-
owy bucket of shame and trauma, we cannot and will not leave
it behind. In my experience, an absolute prerequisite for last-
ing peace is the willingness to surrender completely into being
here, which includes being in the body.

If you’re an athlete entirely comfortable with your own
physicality, being in the body may not sound like a big deal.
But if you’ve never tried it, you may be surprised to discover
just how challenging a practice it can be, to sit quietly for any
length of time in presence, inside your own body.

If you recall, this is where all our old undigested gunk is
stored, and to be present in the body means we’ve stopped
running away from everything that’s been warehoused here.
We don’t get to bypass our stuff, on the way to transcendent
peace. We don’t have to nitpick and analyze it, but we do have
to sit still willingly and agree to be present with it in the Light
of Awareness.

No matter what it looks like or how it behaves, the body
and its storehouse of stuff is worthy of Love and acceptance.
Maybe even heartfelt gratitude, too, for its decades of unsung
effort. Slowly, eventually, the body becomes recognized as a
cherished friend. And at that point, we find the physical self is
no longer an obstacle to awakening, because we’re not trying
to escape from it anymore.


A few years ago, I was still pretty heavily into hatred and resist-
ance toward my own body. I hated how it looked and acted.
Various body parts and certain bodily functions still held deep
shame. I was consciously aware by then none of this was actu-
ally the body’s fault.

I wanted to feel genuine gratitude for my body, knowing it
didn’t deserve the unrelenting abuse I heaped upon it. I longed
to be able to look at myself in the mirror and not criticize what
I saw there. For years I’d been working with self-love and self-
acceptance in meditation, yet the fiercely critical inner judge
wasn’t even slightly impressed by my efforts.

Back then I still perceived the wisdom of the higher self as
coming in from somewhere other than my own core essence.
One morning, fresh out of the shower and full of dissatisfac-
tion with my shameful physicality, I received an unusually
frank message from my higher self about the body’s true na-
ture. Here is an excerpt:

Your body is perfect. Your body is an indivisible part of a perfect
system of creation, which was intentionally chosen by you, and
by all of humanity.

At the inception of the soul, each human is gifted with a verti-
cal column of Light originating from divine Source. It is part of
the non-physical aspect of the human body. The Light runs verti-
cally up the center of the physical body structure.

This stream of Light is constantly with you, it is yours. It con-
tains the full knowledge of your own individual aspect of divin-
ity, your own true identity, and all the Love that heaven holds
for you. You couldn’t lose it if you tried—and you have indeed
tried very hard.

Your body is also gifted with a system of energy centers, each
one vibrating at its own unique frequency. Everything in your
world, your universe, is composed of energy in motion. The body
is no exception. Everything is vibration, operating at various fre-
quencies from very low to very high.

Unconditional Love is a vibrational frequency—a very high
one. If you want to embody the state of unconditional Love (and
you say you do) it is merely a matter of raising your own ener-
getic frequencies high enough to be compatible with it.

You have been asking, ‘What holds me back from fully em-
bodying the state of unconditional Love? What holds me back
from releasing the personal self and choosing divinity as my true
expression on this plane?’

This is what holds you back. The body is a vehicle of divin-
ity. It was always designed to be. Yes, in your experience it has
uncomfortable urges, inconvenient needs. It shits, it farts. It ages
and breaks down in various ways. It demands sexual or other
forms of gratification. Even so. The body is an intrinsic part of
the package. It is your divine vehicle. Your gateway.

Humanity has overlaid a complex system of collective agree-
ments onto the body: The body is dirty. Its requirements of elimi-
nation are shameful. Menstrual blood, which is nothing more
than the neutral shedding of the uterine lining, is taboo in virtu-
ally every culture.

And then there are the agreed upon ideals of physical beauty
and youthful appearance, and the immense pain of self-abnega-
tion that comes with falling short of those ideals.

Shame and hatred for your own physical vehicle are deeply
woven into the human psyche—and therefore into the cells of
the body as well as the vibratory field you emit. If you could only
see the divine magnificence of the body’s true energetic potential,
you would clearly recognize the enormity of your error.

The Light of heaven can only be metabolized and brought to
Earth by a body that has been wholly forgiven by the self. A body
that is cherished and recognized as a sacred part of all-that-is.
Even though its shit may continue to stink. Even though it may
sprout gray hairs in increasingly unlikely places.

World religions and cultures have promoted the idea of body
shame and hatred, in part as a way of keeping you from dis-
covering your own divinity. Make no mistake. There is no more
surefire way of blocking full expression of the divine AS you,
than by refusing to witness the body in the truth of its perfec-
tion. The physical body is the wholly neutral gateway to heaven
on Earth. To lock the gate and bar the door is to simply never
experience that holy union.

(Yes, my higher self occasionally swore like a sailor on shore
leave, because that was sometimes the best way to get through
to me.) At the time, this lesson about bodies, frequencies and
divine energetic potential was received as shocking new infor-
mation. Nowadays my own ongoing experience with it testi-
fies to its undeniable accuracy.


~ Carrie Triffet, excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, © Copyright 2019

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Week 9 – No Virgins Were Harmed in the Making of This Miracle

This year, I’m sharing a section each week from THE FRICKEN MAP IS UPSIDE DOWN. From start to finish, from my heart to yours. From the big comfy chair.

Welcome to week nine of this free series. Settle into your own comfy chair, grab a mug of something nice, and read on.

(The following content is excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, by Carrie Triffet © Copyright 2019.)


Along with the revised sense of God and creation, came a new
appreciation of the energetic universe itself. As with God and
creation, I didn’t go looking for new ways of understanding
the cosmos. These puzzle pieces were quietly dropped into my
spiritual worldview on my behalf.

Even though it now embraces physics (meta, quantum and
astro) to some degree, my spiritual worldview is also one of
awe and wonder. I seem to have a newfound appreciation for
the miraculous nature of existence itself. My core definition
of ‘what is a miracle?’ has changed, and the quasi-scientific
framework, for me, only adds to its profound beauty and mys-
tery. So let’s talk about miracles. What they are, what they’re
not, and perhaps have never been.

Modern culture tends to look back on ancient civilizations
with a sort of bemusement at what we consider their child-
like naiveté, or superstitious approach toward spirituality. We
shake our heads at their efforts to appease the Gods Out There,
in order to insure a good harvest, or make a plague go away.

Silly ancients, we tell ourselves. Good thing we’re so much more
sophisticated now.

But it strikes me that our modern approach is really not so
different, minus the odd blood sacrifice here or there. Occur-
rences we interpret as evidence of the spiritual realm in action
(i.e. miracles), are really more like impartial displays of the
structural laws of the universe.

Various branches of science speak of the existence of mul-
tiple dimensions, the first four of which together describe
the recognizable laws of space-time as we experience them
here on Earth. Some scientists cite evidence for six or
seven more dimensions beyond those, or however many
more they can measure with instruments, or postulate as
suggested by mathematical probabilities. Metaphysical
teachings, however, allow for a virtually infinite number
of dimensions, each one related to an equal number of
possible timelines.

You know the virtual reality games we’ve been talking about?
This infinity of dimensional timelines explains the mecha-
nism through which these richly complex illusions of life can
exist. The direction of any given game can never be definitive-
ly known in advance, because endless moment-by-moment
possibilities exist for any outcome. A grand game indeed, and
one befitting the divine beings we are.

I’ve heard the mechanism described the following way. For
what it’s worth, this simplified analogy feels accurate to me in
its basic explanation of how multi-dimensionality works, in
relation to the life experience of any given gamer:

Your individual game of life is like an old-fashioned slide
carousel (ask your parents), which is, in turn, hooked up to
a slide projector. Although there are indeed infinite slides to
choose from, some events (slides) are pre-programmed into
your individual carousel before you start the game. Yet how
you respond to each slide as you see it projected onto your
screen, is entirely up to you. Your choice of responses,
essentially, is the game.

That’s because your response to the projected image is what
determines which new slide will tumble in next from the
vast universe of possible slides, to take the next slot in your
carousel. How divinely aligned (or misaligned) was your re-
action to the last slide you saw projected onto your screen?
How high or low frequency was the nature of your response?

Whatever it was, you will magnetically attract a slide that is
its vibrational match. And your game will move seamlessly
into that new direction.

So a miraculous healing (to swing back around to the topic
of miracles—we do get there eventually), does not occur be-
cause you had an illness, then you prayed, and the next minute
that illness was miraculously healed. Technically speaking,
there’s no such thing as a healing, miraculous or otherwise.

It’s just that your beautiful heartfelt prayer lifted you into a
higher-vibration alternate timeline. One in which that partic-
ular illness doesn’t exist in your body. In some other timeline,
the illness continues unabated.

We’re sliding between timelines all the time, but it’s usually
quite seamless, with only minor changes. Our bodies tend to
age imperceptibly from one day to the next, for example. Each
of the body’s minor physical changes inhabits its own timeline.

We don’t pay much attention to the subtle, seemingly linear
progression from one of these timelines to the next, because
the small changes are considered normal and expected.

Bigger shifts, like the sudden disappearance of an illness,
are noticed and labeled miracles. Out of the ordinary shifts
like these clearly demonstrate in fact, timelines are under no
obligation to behave incrementally or linearly. Dimensional
timelines act like a bunch of random slides, and any one of
them can fall into your carousel at any given moment.

They only seem to create small linear changes most of the
time because that’s what we expect. Large anomalies are called
miracles because they defy our expectations of what is pos-
sible. We therefore tend to attribute them to the intervention
of external deities.

But they are the result of connecting with your own in-
ner deity—the one who has always known its own true divine
identity, and knows perfectly well how multi-dimensional-
ity works, even if you don’t.

The shift to another timeline is not the miracle. You,
gloriously multi-dimensional you, are the miracle.


I’ll give you a couple of my own relatively trivial examples of
timeline shifting, based on high-vibrational responses to ex-
ternal stimuli. I have hundreds of similar examples to draw
from. Suffice it to say I wholeheartedly embraced the above
explanation of malleable timelines and dimensional possibili-
ties when I encountered it, because it so closely matches and
explains phenomena I’ve been experiencing for many years in
my own life.

Here’s the first example. Back in 2005, a few weeks after that
first powerful awakening episode, I was invited to attend a cli-
ent’s annual general meeting and give a presentation to board
members. This annual gathering was a three-day event held
at an all-inclusive luxury resort in Cabo San Lucas. The resort
boasted half a dozen immaculate blue swimming pools, in-
cluding the de rigueur swim-up bar. Because God forbid you’d
have to towel off before refilling your drink order.

I was still kind of buzzing with I-am-the-universe-itself
Awareness after that initial awakening. So after a day or two
of drifting around the various pools inside the resort complex,
I decided it might be nice to wander down to the beach and
have a solo experience of actual Nature.

One could see the beach from the resort but nobody seemed
to go there. It felt oddly forbidden, almost, to leave the perim-
eter walls of the compound. As I stepped beyond the outer
boundary I discovered there was actually good reason for that.
They must’ve been using some kind of invisible electronic
fencing to keep the bugs out.

The moment I stepped past the walls, time seemed to slow
and I sensed the attention of thousands of bugs all turning
to zero in on me. Uh-oh. Half a second later the cumulative
buzzing filled my senses as I felt myself surrounded by raven-
ous airborne creatures, the first few giant welts already starting
to form on my arms and legs.

But then all by itself, a knowing arose from someplace within
me. With complete authority I silently said to the insect hordes,
I am sacred. I am not an appropriate food source for you.

Everything immediately stopped in mid-buzz, and all bugs
disappeared, along with the welts already existing on my body.
At the time I didn’t know whether to be more startled by the
self who rose up out of nowhere to make that proclamation, or
by the bug-free miracle it seemingly caused.

I had no explanation for the miracle at the time. Nowadays,
I would say the divinity-assisted proclamation of my own in-
herent worthiness brought me into closer vibrational align-
ment with divine truth. I was seeing a bit more like the Creator
sees. And this high-vibrational state shifted me into a timeline
where that particular beach held no flying bugs.


Funnily enough my next example is also about bugs. I’m new
to organic gardening, and I wanted to try growing cauliflow-
ers. I knew it wouldn’t be easy because so many different kinds
of critters are incredibly fond of them. To make it even more
interesting I wasn’t content with just going organic; I wanted
to try growing them in accordance with our no-kill/no ene-
mies policy. So there would be no bug murder going on here.

It soon became obvious it would be a small miracle in its
own right if these plants survived long enough to actually pro-
duce a head of cauliflower, because the beautiful blue-green
leaves themselves were so desired by so many. Every day I
would pick off, or spray water off, at least six different kinds of
invasive insect. I didn’t want to hurt them, just remove them
from the plant. I kept infestation at bay, and as long as there
were only a few of each type of bug I found it easy to remain
loving while I did it.

About seven weeks into the process we took one evening
off to go to a music festival, so the cauliflower plants went
forty-eight hours instead of twenty-four without my usual
attentions. I came back the following day to serious infes-
tation—and every gardener knows how hard it is to reverse
an infestation after it’s already established, no matter what
methods you use.

Some creatures eat a multitude of pinprick holes. Others,
given the chance, want to eat the whole plant down to the
stalks. And then there are the ones who simply prefer to suck
the life out of the veins and stems. Still others like to lay their
eggs on the leaf ’s underside, to give the caterpillar hatchlings
a delicious buffet lunch before turning into winged things
themselves and repeating the cycle. Most of the more ma-
ture leaves were hearty and strong enough to withstand the
multi-pronged attacks, but I was dismayed to find many of the
younger, smaller leaves had been decimated.

A number of these vulnerable baby leaves now held eggs,
three or four types of bugs and tiny newborn caterpillars in
addition to having already been eaten down to lacy stalks.
I was surprised to notice myself becoming a little bit angry
and indignant on behalf of these defenseless baby leaves. It
wasn’t fair
, I thought, that the innocent babies were getting
attacked from so many quarters, when they were obviously too
young and tender to defend themselves
. And I noticed I got
a little bit ruthless in my bug and egg removal. They had, in
some small way, become my enemies.

Many weeks earlier I had relinquished my expectation, or
right, to an actual cauliflower harvest. I had been asking very
pointedly for some time, to be shown not only how to correctly
witness ‘enemies out there,’ but also to know how to properly
behave in response to their transgressive actions. Not just in
my garden, but also in the world I perceived outside me.

I had watched the cauliflower leaves attracting transgressors
and (much the same as while losing my lettuce) I realized
right away if forced to choose, I’d far rather learn this lesson
about enemies, than harvest cauliflowers. Even though we
really like cauliflowers.

I was already pretty good at knowing there’s no such thing
as an enemy in truth. But what about taking action at times it’s
clearly needed, whether here in the garden or in more extreme
cases out in the world at large? Was I just supposed to think
spiritual thoughts and look the other way? That answer didn’t
seem quite right, in the chaotically transgressive age we live in.

Was it ever appropriate to take a stand against transgressors, I
wondered? Sometimes action is surely required. Isn’t it?

I knew my cauliflowers and their many devoted admirers
were here, in part, to teach me about this larger issue, surely
one of the most urgent lessons of our time. So my anten-
nae went up immediately when I noticed I was becoming
angry at the unfairness of the relentless attacks upon inno-
cent babies. I correctly identified this interpretation as my
own subterranean ‘enemy generator’ at work. I didn’t buy
the propaganda.

On the other hand I didn’t embrace the lesson right away,
either. I didn’t fully dive into the opportunity clearly being of-
fered, even though I’d been asking for this all along. After all,
action was required first, right? The little buggers were every-
where. So I acted.

For two days I used three times as much water as before,
grimly blowing the insects off the leaves over and over. They
hopped right back on, of course. But I made sure I disrupt-
ed their nest building efforts, and slowed down the creation
of colonies. If one or two of them drowned in the process, I
wasn’t all that sorry.

On the third day I sprayed the insect hordes off the first cou-
ple of plants, as I had been doing for the past two days, acutely
aware of the futility of the exercise. It was only then I admit-
ted to myself, I hadn’t bothered to give full consideration to
the lesson at hand. I hadn’t yet taken it seriously enough to
base my actions upon it. Recognizing I had little to lose at this
point, I paused as I approached the next group of cauliflower
beds, sprayer in hand, and chose to view all the living beings
in those beds as being equally of God. I persistently basked
in their Love-Light divinity, keeping at it until I could clearly
feel my own.

I felt the telltale softness, as everything in my world now
became imbued with the gentle glow of divinely illumined
Awareness. And then I lifted the first leaf of the next cauli-
flower plant in line to be sprayed. It held eighty percent fewer
bugs than the plants I’d sprayed a minute ago. The rest of the
plants showed roughly the same degree of reduced infestation.
Somehow I wasn’t surprised.

I suppose it qualifies as a small miracle. Yet I prefer the
metaphysical explanation, which seems to fit better: I brought
the electromagnetic patterns of my thought-forms into more
coherent alignment with the much higher-frequency patterns
of divine truth. I thought a bit more like the Creator thinks, if
you prefer that wording.

As a result, my own overall frequency lifted higher, which
popped me, quite seamlessly, into a dimensional timeline that
was a vibratory match for my own more divinely aligned fre-
quency. A timeline in which the more devastating degree of in-
festation hadn’t ever occurred. Or maybe it was a timeline in
which other predatory bugs had already found the leaf-eating
critters, and had obligingly hoovered up eighty percent of them.

That might be the more logical timeline explanation, be-
cause the plants’ leaves were still every bit as damaged as they’d
been before the timeline shift. If the infestations had never oc-
curred, it would stand to reason the leaves would also reflect
far less damage. That would’ve been awesome, to witness a
garden full of cauliflower plants suddenly restored to their for-
merly pristine blue-green beauty and vitality. It would’ve been
a sparklier miracle for sure, than the somewhat more prosaic
marvel I experienced.

It would have more closely resembled the first example I
gave you, of the already existing mosquito bites on my arms
and legs that disappeared along with the mosquitoes, on that
Mexican beach. In that earlier instance, I received a little tur-
bo-charged boost of divine knowing. Undoubtedly that’s what
helped shift me into a super high-vibrational version of that
beach moment.

Back to the cauliflower leaves, had I been utterly convinced
of the Godliness of all plants, all leaf-eating bugs and myself
alike, my own frequency might have risen to such an extent I
would perhaps have attracted a substantially higher-frequency
slide, or timeline, into my carousel—one in which no harm
had ever been done. As it was, my sincere witness of joint God-
liness fell within the realm of an enthusiastic exercise.

Hey, I’m not complaining about the timeline result I got, by any means.
I’m just saying, there’s always room for improvement.

The next evening I paused before spraying, as I had done
the day before, and felt more deeply into the holiness of all the
bugs and cauliflower plants alike. This time I found the inci-
dence of bugs was nearly nonexistent, lower than it had been
before the infestations ever began.

This example of the cauliflowers may seem trivial (and I sup-
pose it is), but it does point toward a couple of very powerful
clues about the correct response to transgressive actions taken
by ‘enemies out there.’

One: Correctly aligned thought patterns that contain no
trace of enemy consciousness, even while in the midst of taking
physical action to stop aggressors
, bring infinitely more power-
ful results than taking those same actions while perceiving the
other as an enemy.

Herein lies the mystery, or the magic, or the miracle, or whatever
you want to call it, of taking appropriate action while refus-
ing to perceive enemies. Our own higher frequency, stemming
from our more closely aligned action, inevitably must result in
higher frequency outcomes than we could have ever imagined.

Like this one, for instance: As I was finishing with my cauli-
flower chores on that first day of more divinely aligned think-
ing, Steve arrived and remarked that all our tomato plants
seemed to have inexplicably grown about eighteen inches
taller overnight. On closer inspection I noticed they also ap-
peared to be laden with more than twice as many full-size to-
matoes as the day before.

After my second day of divinely aligned cauliflower spray-
ing, the same tomato plants were now heaving with still more
clusters of beautiful plump tomatoes. All told, our tomato har-
vest would now be more than triple the original yields.

In my experience, the knock-on effect of seeing more like
the Creator sees, brings all kinds of exponential, unlooked-
for miracles seemingly out of left field. This was no exception.

Thanks to this higher-frequency timeline, not only did my
cauliflowers thrive, but we would now be enjoying homemade
tomato pasta sauce all throughout the following year.

Which brings us to powerful point Number Two: Maybe this
is how the world gets healed of its many gaping wounds. May-
be this is how climate change is reversed. It seems to me this
lesson can be scaled up to include the world’s most seemingly
intractable issues. If we can take responsibility for the quality
of our own thoughts, mindfully aligning them with divinity
instead, every time we catch ourselves pointing fingers at the
enemies who got us into this mess—who knows.

Maybe that action alone would be enough to pop us into in-
crementally cleaner and healthier timelines. Dimensional pos-
sibilities where ocean plastic, or air pollution, or fracking has
never been a thing. Or at least, far less of a thing. And can you
imagine what other unexpectedly beautiful delights of Nature
might also exist in that somewhat-higher frequency timeline?

Or let’s take it even one step farther. Imagine, if you will,
dozens of people picking up trash on a beach (appropriate ac-
tion) all the while carefully seeing both the trash and those
who discarded it as divinely holy expressions of our shared
Source (appropriate perception). Imagine the potential ripple
effects created by this mindfully intentional combo platter of
divine alignment. Who knows what lovely, life-affirming time-
lines the planet might shift into, if such high-frequency behav-
ior became commonplace among us?

Do you doubt it’s possible? It’s impossible only if you say it
is. You’re a multi-dimensional spark of God-flame, kiddo. You
can do it. We all can.


~ Carrie Triffet, excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, © Copyright 2019

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Week 8 – Seeing Clearly

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Welcome to week eight of this free series. Settle into your own comfy chair, grab a mug of something nice, and read on.

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CHAPTER TWO

Seeing clearly

One night a number of years ago, I was sincerely asking to see
how God sees. I truly wanted to be able to look upon the world
I live in, and find it innocent and holy. But it wasn’t happening.
Not even a little bit. So I was praying, asking for some kind of
pointer that would help me make this shift of perception:

You know everything about me, God. My thoughts, my beliefs.
You’re there when I fart. You’ve seen me have sex. But I know
nothing about you. Give me a hint. Show me how you see things.
Help me know you better so I can see the world as you do.

Cute, right? Like I said, it was a long time ago. Anyway, I
went to bed after that and slept as I normally would, dreaming
about nothing in particular. But I woke in the early morning
with a strong sense I was in the presence of a huge intelligence
of some kind.

It was vast, deep and immeasurably powerful. I wasn’t
alarmed by its size or power, because it felt thoroughly benign.
More than just benign—it was wholly suffused with the inno-
cent sweetness and radiantly gentle spotlessness of God. This
being, I realized, was Love and Light incarnate. And because
it was all of these magnificent things, I could feel within my
own mind-body-energy field that I was all of these things, too.

Yet I was puzzled. I felt I really ought to recognize this mas-
sive entity. It seemed so famous, so well known. I couldn’t
quite place it. Slowly the realization dawned:

Oh. My. God. This is the devil.

I was witnessing Satan—as viewed through a
completely pristine mind. Satan, seen from God’s perspective.

I’d been asking to see how God sees. This is how God sees.
This is what unconditional Love-Light is. Everything is made
of God, which means everything is witnessed and experi-
enced by God AS God. Everything is recognized as the pristine
perfection it really is in truth, no matter what sort of havoc
that perfection may be busy inflicting upon the world. Small
wonder I was having such a hard time, trying to embrace this
whole Love-Light-Awareness thing, eh?

The lesson provides a useful illustration of our shared human
dilemma. If we want to know Light and Love as our own true
identity, we can’t be dabbling in exclusionary thinking. It’s all
or nothing; everybody or nobody. If we deny the divinity in
anyone or anything (no matter how badly they may behave),
we deny it in everyone and everything.

As if that prerequisite is not challenging enough, we have
yet another hurdle to consider. To experience Love and Light
as who we really are, we have to be on a similar wavelength to
it. We can’t be invested in fearful anxieties about the future, or
caught up in believing stories about our own unworthiness,
because those ideas all reside on a different, more knuckle-
dragging frequency level.

Only in the past few years have I come to appreciate the role
of energetic frequency and vibration, as it relates to spiritual
evolution. Unconditional Love and Light are extraordinarily
high frequencies, and if our mental-emotional activity is not
a reasonably good match to these frequencies, we haven’t a
prayer of knowing those transcendent states firsthand.

And yet life on this planet inspires pretty much every one
of us to work overtime, creating fearful defenses and limiting
stories about ourselves and each other. We worry and fret, we
judge and condemn. We fill our wounded hearts with fire
and ice, or other numbing agents. The inevitable result, is
that our personal wavelength rarely comes within spitting
distance of the extremely high-frequencies where divine
Love and Light reside.


If you are spiritually gifted or exceptionally lucky, your angelic
guides might now and then offer you peekaboo glimpses of
the mind-blowing beauty of your own true identity. For years
I fell into the category of the very lucky, an enthralled tourist
snapping pictures of my own magnificence from the safety of
the tour bus. Yet I could never seem to own what was being
shown to me. It was far too bright.

A visit to a heavenly tourist attraction is a wondrous gift
for anyone to experience. It’s not even slightly mandatory,
however, along the spiritual journey. I have also come to
realize it’s not remotely the same thing as experiencing our
own true Love-Light identity for real. I brought back only
postcards and souvenirs, when I visited via tour bus. But I
come back forever transformed by Love-Light itself, each
time I’m able to own it directly—even just a little bit—as
my true identity.

I bring this up only to point out how peekaboo glimpses differ
from authentic embodiment of Love-Light, because I myself didn’t
understand the difference for many years. I could never figure out
why my cherished collection of Polaroid Love-Light snapshots re-
fused to develop into fully embodied knowings of divine truth.

Now I realize, in order to give us these careful tastes of our
own divinity, our guides put up helpful screens and veils so we,
the lumpy, carbon-based physical entities we are, don’t burn
to a crisp in the presence of our own glory. It’s a kindness, in
other words. And (despite the impatience of eager tourists like
me) it’s very necessary, until it isn’t.

If Love and Light were forced upon any aspect of the self
that actively doesn’t want them, or isn’t ready for them, an epic
clash of wavelengths would ensue. Love and Light would then
be experienced as a brutal spotlight interrogation at best, and
incineration at worst.

And this is why Love-Light-Awareness waits so patiently to
be authentically invited in. Not just by the conscious top ten
percent of your ego iceberg, but by the other ninety as well.
The cellular you, the physical you, is the determined secret
keeper on your behalf. It would shriek with pain and terror if
confronted prematurely with the unlimited, unflinching Light
of divine truth. And Love-Light-Awareness wishes always and
only to be kind.

Love and Light can only be fully embodied by an awak-
ened, undefended heart, powered by the high-wattage energy
field that is part and parcel of this divine state of being. Yet life
on Earth does not exactly seem to lend itself to this kind of
extreme attainment.

So is the Love-Light divinity deck purposely stacked against us?
I don’t know. Maybe.

These days, I prefer to regard life on Earth as an epic virtual
reality game. Each time we start from zero, with no memory
of earlier wins or losses. The point of the game seems to be to
load ourselves up with as many obstacles as possible, and then
see how long it takes to remember ourselves as God.

From the standpoint of a divine being (which you are), there
would be no advantage in remembering yourself too easily.
Where’s the fun in a game in which every roll of the dice pre-
dictably brings you closer to your guaranteed win?

More to the point, if our reason for being is to experience as
much as we can on behalf of the Absolute, we will set up the
game to be as nail-bitingly interesting as possible. Will she re-
lease her crippling fear of intimacy? Will he find peace within
the morass of alcohol addiction? Success is never certain, from
our limited perspective anyway. And that’s what makes it such
a kickass game.


~ Carrie Triffet, excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, © Copyright 2019

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NEW! True Stories from the Big Chair

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For the rest of this year and most of the next, I’ll be sharing a section each week from THE FRICKEN MAP IS UPSIDE DOWN , my latest book. From start to finish, from my heart to yours. From the big comfy chair.

You’re just in time for week one of this free series. Welcome! So get settled into your own comfy chair, grab a mug of something nice to drink, and read on, for the first two short pieces from the prelude.

(The following content is excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: Notes from a spiritual journey, by Carrie Triffet © Copyright 2019.)

This is the disclaimer bit

Here is the spot where I declare right up front that I am not a
psychology professional. Nor am I a medical professional. It’s
where I ask you to use your own sovereign wisdom to discern
whether the following book is right for you at this time.

This is also where I ask you to be kind to yourself. To use
common sense. You’re the one who knows you best. The fol-
lowing book contains, among other things, meditation exer-
cises to help you deep-dive into your own emotional, spiritual,
and physical freedom. It offers an approach that is extremely
gentle, yet undeniably badass. Is badass right for you at this
time? Only you can say.

I do know this much: If you’re currently on meds to sup-
press difficult thoughts, feelings or psychological conditions,
this is not the path for you right now. This book champions an
approach that is the opposite of suppression, and the journey
it proposes would therefore not be ideal for you to embark
upon at this time.

If you’re physically ill, see the healing arts professional you
normally would. Follow that practitioner’s advice. And enjoy
this book purely as a window on what can perhaps be. Use
discernment in all cases, please.

Perhaps this book can act as a jumping off point to help
you find great compassion and respect for the uniquely quirky,
massively inconvenient you that you know yourself to be.
Maybe the information contained in these pages will help you
relax into the gift of wholeness. My intention is that this trans-
mission (both energetic and written) will help spark within
you a firsthand knowing of the divine self within.

Disclaimers aside, please enjoy this book. May the adven-
ture of discovery be as wonderfully eye-opening and liberat-
ing for you as it has been for me.

Carrie Triffet
August 12, 2019

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Between you and me

I would describe my spiritual evolution over the past three
decades as an ever-expanding (and occasionally contracting)
roller derby of living awareness: Messy. Circular. Highly enter-
taining, yet overall a bit brutal.

Maybe you can relate. Maybe now and then you, too, have
found yourself sidelined on the bench, nursing an injury dished
up with glee by one of your own inner self-saboteurs. And won-
dering why the evolutionary process seems so damn hard.

The short answer is, it doesn’t have to be. The long answer is,
it’s taken me thirty-three years to find the short answer.

As the title and cover suggest, I speak throughout this book
of a spiritual journey. As if we’re actually going from one
place to another, evolving from one state of consciousness
to another over a span of time, in order to reach spiritual
freedom. It isn’t true. The truth of spiritual freedom is always
right here-right now.

But realistically that’s not how most of us experience it. For
most of us, myself included, a certain amount of journeying
from here to there seems essential, before we can know eter-
nally timeless truth firsthand. For most of us there seems to be
stuff in the way that blocks this ‘right here-right now’ know-
ing. And even though it’s pretend stuff, it’s still in the way.

So although a time-based journey doesn’t actually lead to
true spiritual freedom, I’ve personally found the trip necessary
anyway. I wrote this book because my own recent explorations
not only fast-tracked my spiritual journey—they profoundly
cleared the way. As a result, that knowing of right here-right now
truth has sprung to life, and is starting to flourish within me.

This book is, among other things, a real-time chronicle
of my own rather astonishing journey of accelerated transfor-
mation and liberation. Like my other books, it also contains
a number of related teachings interspersed throughout.
Unlike any of my previous books, these teachings adhere
to no established spiritual dogma or philosophy. I’m a free
agent these days.

The transition away from established teachings wasn’t an
easy one. At the time, this process was slow, confusing and
awkward. Some pieces of the established teachings remained
radiantly relevant for me (and do to this day), but try as I
might, I simply could not seem to arrange those individual
puzzle pieces into a coherent picture; I couldn’t seem to expe-
rience for myself the living truth these teachings spoke of. And
yet I could be satisfied with nothing less.

The established teachings are brilliant, of course. And
some people undoubtedly find spiritual freedom by follow-
ing exactly where they lead. Ten years in, I had to admit I
wasn’t one of them.

Eventually I learned to keep only the puzzle pieces I found
helpful and resonant, along the way picking up other, seem-
ingly random pieces presented to me through divine in-
spiration. And thus gradually, piece by piece, I allowed the
(magnificently non-random) jigsaw puzzle of my spiritual
worldview—along with everything I thought I knew about my
self—to be radically reconfigured by a divinely Loving hand.

And funnily enough, I now find myself gazing out upon
the same magnificent vistas described so eloquently by those
established teachings. It’s only the route of travel I took that
seems different.


~ Carrie Triffet, excerpted from The Fricken Map is Upside Down: notes from a spiritual journey, © Copyright 2019

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YOUR BODY IS PERFECT

chakra-expandedThis morning, as is often my habit, in between the tooth brushing and the hot shower, I had a shit. It was an unremarkable shit, really. Hardly worth blogging about. I only bring it up because Steve opened the door unannounced and wandered into the bathroom mere moments after the flush. And as I stood in the shower, I noticed my own reaction. I felt slightly…responsible. Like I’d encroached a little bit on his right to a stink-free existence.

For me, the shower is always a juicy place of divine inspiration. So I went inward and investigated that slightly nonsensical feeling of shame. And then I turned my face toward divine Source for further illumination.

The message that came in response was immediate and direct—and although some of the details pertain to me, it’s clearly addressed to humanity as a whole. So here it is, without added commentary, in its somewhat startling entirety. Enjoy.

Your body is perfect. Your body is an indivisible part of a perfect system of creation, chosen by you. It is not an accidental byproduct of blasphemy.

 You are a unique individuation of the one Creator. At the inception of the soul, each human is gifted with a vertical column of light originating from divine Source. It is part of the non-physical aspect of the human body; the light runs vertically up the center of the physical body structure. This stream of light goes constantly with you, it is yours. It contains the full knowledge of your own individual aspect of divinity, your own true identity, and all the love that heaven holds for you. You couldn’t lose it if you tried—and you have indeed tried. Very hard.

 Your body is also gifted with a system of energy centers, a sacred octave, each one vibrating at its own unique frequency. Everything in your world, your universe, is composed of energy in motion. The body is no exception. Everything is vibration, operating at various frequencies from very low to very high.

 Unconditional love is a vibrational frequency—a very high one. If you want to embody the state of unconditional love (and you say that you do) it is merely a matter of raising your own energetic frequencies high enough to be compatible with it.

 You’ve been rapidly “climbing the ladders” from one frequency level to the next, of late. As a result, you fleetingly experience yourself as an undifferentiated field of unconditional love, indivisibly one with all that is.

 And you are asking: What holds me back from fully embodying the state of unconditional love? What holds me back from releasing the small self and choosing divinity as my true expression on this plane?

 This is it. This is what holds you back.

The body is a vehicle of divinity. It was always designed to be so.

Yes, it has uncomfortable urges, inconvenient needs. It shits, it farts. It ages and breaks down in various ways. It demands sexual or other forms of gratification at inopportune moments. Even so. The body is an intrinsic part of the package. It is your divine vehicle. Your gateway.

 But humanity has never seen it that way. It has instead overlaid a complex system of collective agreements onto the body: The body is dirty. Its requirements of elimination are shameful. Menstrual blood, which is nothing more than the neutral shedding of the uterine lining, is especially taboo in virtually every culture.

 And then there are the agreed upon ideals of physical beauty, and the immense pain of self-abnegation that comes with falling short of that ideal.

 Shame and hatred for your own physical vehicle is deeply woven into the human psyche—and therefore into the cells of the body as well as the vibratory field you emit. If you could only see the eternal magnificence of the body’s true energetic potential, you would clearly recognize the enormity of your error.

 The light of heaven can only be metabolized and brought to earth through a body that has been wholly forgiven by the self, a body that is cherished and recognized as a sacred part of all that is. Even though its shit may continue to stink. Even though it may sprout gray hairs in increasingly unlikely places.

 World religions and cultures have promoted the idea of body shame and hatred, in part as a way of keeping you from discovering your own divinity. Make no mistake: There is no more surefire way of blocking full expression of the divine AS you, than by refusing to witness the body in the truth of its perfection. It is the gateway to heaven on earth. To lock the gate and bar the door is to simply never experience that holy union.

 Do you wish to free yourself of your history, dear one, and unburden yourself of all your negative beliefs about the body?

(Yes.)

Then rest now, in the divine light that I Am. And release every belief you’ve ever held about your own body, positive or negative. Empty out all the misinformation from your cellular memory. Let there be no interpretation at all, of what your body is. You have no idea of what your body is. Remain empty, and let yourself be shown.

(I did this. It felt…very unusual.)

Thank you, dear one. This is a process of letting go, and you have begun it. Your One Self rejoices.