To the Husband of My True Love,
BM. Pooh. Poop. Dump. Number 2. Crap. Yep! We are going there! We are gonna talk about poop!
We seem to talk about diseases of the past as if they have just gone away or as if we have become too clean and civilized for them to exist. We seem to assume that the incorporation of applied science, highly technological measurement systems, and conventional treatment methods, have eradicated current and basic human disease and illness. The reality is that, even though many illnesses may have reduced in frequency and intensity, they have never truly gone away. We have seemingly and simply given them new and complex names, to fit into a particular system, yet the origins remain the same.
If you are an incarnated female in this time, you have experienced suppression in some form, whether you are conscious of it or not. The suppression and misuse of feminine energy and her sexual creative force were evident to me not only as a young girl but throughout my adult life.
Anxiety is a very physical representation of a mental experience. It is yet another validation that our thoughts and emotions are not separate from the physical body and do not merely exist in a magical ether.