nature and nurture
i woke up absolutely
radiant, glowing like the
sun breaking through the
clouds on a rainy day.
warm skin with a healthy shine,
soft flowing hair cascading down
a flexible and gracious body
supported by a strong spine
carrying a clear and confident voice
that has no flaws to proclaim today.
maybe it is because
i am ovulating and the
moon is nearly full in leo
but i am a work of art,
a complex wiring system
that keeps firing with purpose.
i have the body electric,
am the quantum manifested.
my entire existence can be explained
in a mathematical description
of the motion and interaction
of subatomic particles.
according to newton
all bodies are attracted to each other
by a force that depends directly
on the mass of each body
and inversely on the square
of the distance between them.
now i can't tell you exactly what that means
but what i do know is this:
the body is spirit energy in physical form.
my body is spirit energy in physical form.
your body is spirit energy in physical form.
every body is spirit energy in physical form.
we are enormous energy
converted into matter
at the velocity of light.
we are collisions of high energy
bonding and transforming.
you are the big bang.
you are not just the sun and moon,
el sol y la luna,
you are the entire solar system,
lunar rhythm,
and beyond.
you carry mythologies in your dna
like a genetic heritage waiting to be claimed.
your body contains the basic building blocks of the universe
and the mortar that binds those blocks together.
there are days i forget that i am human,
days i am absolutely convinced that
i am not human,
and i don't know that i'm wrong.
you can call it mental illness
you can call it third eye trauma
you can call it science
you can call it spirit
you can call me whatever makes you comfortable, friend
because there are days when i am a bottomless black hole,
days when i am an asshole,
more shadow than human,
days when i am a tornado with skin,
days when entire tsunamis quake
within my bones and limbs,
days when i erupt like fire
and explode into the brightest supernova
your eyes have ever known.
some days i am heavy building blocks of electrons,
negatively charged and almost massless,
entirely classless.
some days i am a small dense nucleus
convinced the world spins around me
and i must hold it all together
to maintain the integrity of my cells
because if i'm not controlling and regulating
then what the fuck is my purpose?
you see, there are days i foolishly believe
that i could do better than god,
or at least that we have the same jobs
and in those m(om)ents
i don't know that i'm lying,
that the entire matrix doesn't exist within me…
some days i am a positively charged proton
and people bask in my light,
in my sunshine and rainbows,
and there are times i'm not convinced that
i don't exist for them either.
that shit is dangerous -
i exist for me.
there are the days i am electrically neutral and
there are also the days when
i am entire cosmic rays
raining down on earth's atmosphere from outer space,
colliding with atomic nuclei
and showering to the ground
as if my entire purpose
was to fall from grace
fall in love
fall d
o
w
n
like the apple from the tree.
we are gravity.
we are electricity.
we are magnetism.
we are strong forces and
we are weak forces so
stretch the body
stretch the heart
stretch the mind.
take up space
because that is what you are
because that is what you deserve
because you are the observer being observed.
if you're gonna go down
have the courage to go down in flames.
if you're gonna break,
break through the limitations
of who you thought you once were
and make peace with all your rot and
everything you think you are not
and do not tell me you do not have time.
you can lie to yourself
but don’t you dare lie to me.
dare to arrive alive
and like the storm that you are.
we are spirit energy in physical form,
we are the entire cosmos in motion
happening by chance
and you are an improbability made probable
brought to life in a dance with a universe
that infinitely loves you
supports you
bows to you
follows you
guides you
flirts with you every single day.
listen.
your body is potential
waiting to become.
the generational curses of my bloodline
that i know of so far are abuse,
abandonment, loneliness,
performing for approval,
perfectionism,
paper thin skin and confidence,
oscillating between ultra-independence and codependency,
violence as a first language,
silence as a second,
poetry as a third,
poor eyesight,
twisting and ripping hair out,
body focused repetitive behaviors,
addictive and obsessive personalities,
walking insecurities -
i often joke my parents had no business reproducing.
but more than anything, i am a genetic anomaly.
my mother was born without a hymen,
physically unable to become pregnant,
requiring man-made surgery to birth me.
without science, health insurance,
a mother's magic, and
nature’s insistence,
i would not exist.
these are the genes we have inherited,
the genetic heritage i came from,
some of the codes of my human gene sequence.
we cannot avoid the makeup of our past
and this is why we must heal from what we survived,
because survivors do not have time or energy
to care about the mistakes of history,
only staying alive,
and what a mystery it is
to be alive at all.
when i change my frequency,
i change my dna,
just like changing the song on the radio.
i can write a whole new story anytime i want to.
when i evolve my expression of self in this universe,
i evolve the expression of my genes,
heal the faults in these codes.
by being the witness,
i change the population
and the generations after me.
what is the future but an evolution of god?
you are both nature and nurture,
honor it.
– Krista and Gypsie, two spiritual teachers, work together at Psy-Chics to explore the personal relationship between creativity, healing, and the Divine. They use their shared knowledge and gifts to help others tap into the magic that resides within them. Through open dialogue, stories, and service, Krista and Gypsie strive to maintain a compassionate space where science and spirit can coexist and bring spiritual healing to the people of Russellville.
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