Please take a moment to peek at my new article for Elephant Journal, about how I believe that selfies can be an empowering force of sacred feminine representation. I have received correspondence from people from all over the world who, for a variety of reasons, have felt invisible - people from walks of life, ages, sizes, cultural backgrounds, economic statuses, those labeled mentally ill, those whose bodies are recovering and bear the uniquely beautiful scars of their path. And the truth is, we now have the power in our own hands to be seen as WE want. Invisible no more. This is power.
A prominent editor said this of my article:
"Wow, this is so good! The most profound selfie article ever. Please keep these coming!"
And you, please keep your truth coming, and represented boldly. The whole world benefits from your bravery.
Today, I have committed to blogging with over 1000 other writers on the topic of Love and compassion for the #1000Speaks for Compassion project. As it happens, I write about Love each and every day! :)
So today, I have decided to put a perhaps strange twist on the topic of Love, and to assert that even rage - that most shunned and feared of emotions - is, when aligned and organically flowing, in fact a form of Love. As it happens, rage is one of the most powerful and intelligent forces of which I am aware, and a dear friend of mine. This post is intended as a quick tutorial on how to access and PRODUCTIVELY allow rage to flow, so that it may perform its sacred healing function. Please note this is not a license to go flinging rage around just anywhere at anyone; like fire itself, rage must be handled with extreme mindfulness and care.
In general, the energy of rage gets a really bad wrap. In a society in which we are taught to be happy and perky from the word “goo” and emotions on the darker side of the spectrum are decidedly un-PC, most of us have no idea what to do with the very natural and organic emotion of rage, which is actually a force of nature bearing its own very specific intelligence.
Rage, as a force, appears at a very precise moment: namely, when we feel that we have somehow been violated and/or that our energy has been inappropriately accessed or used. It shows up as a clarifier, to expel unaligned energy from our field, and reclaim that which is ours. In the parlance of the sacred feminine, the energy of rage is associated with the “Dark Goddess” (Kali, Pele, and others) who are known as the “annihilators of evil” - the ultimate, fierce double-negative that comes to set energy to rights. I know of no more potent force to do precisely that.
Embodiment of the Dark Goddess’ fierce power, along with her femininity, has been forcibly disallowed for millennia in the West, and I personally believe this is the biggest reason that we as a society have become deeply out of touch with rage and the powerful medicine it provides. And yet the time has come to remember the sacredness of this power and its rightful aligned place upon the Earth. This, I feel, is one of my deepest purposes for incarnating in this era, to help restore this vital thread.
Because, the consequence of being *out* of touch with rage are grave, indeed. It is not as though the emotion simply vanishes for our failure to express it. In losing the knowledge of how to safely and appropriately allow this force to do its work, many of us wind up 1) ashamed of its presence in our lives, 2) harboring an epic ton of it in our systems, unreleased and often unconscious, and 3) absolutely clueless as to how to properly route it, in any case. We see the results of this in the spike of psychoactive medications used simply to maintain “normal” function, and the slate of violent rage incidents that are chalked up to “mental illness.” We become ill, precisely, when we repress or otherwise allow stagnation of the dark side of our emotional being. We become free and healthy when we recognize the intelligence and sacredness of ALL our feelings, and learn to finally let them flow. Humans, like rivers, are meant to run to the sea.
And now we remember, together. Here is but a mere, practical start:
First of all, in order to let our rage do its work, it helps to literally acknowledge it is there. When it arises in regards to a particular circumstance, or for whatever reason, take note: “I am angry.”
Second, and this point is absolutely essential, we must take COMPLETE responsibility for the circumstances that gave rise to it. For example, if the rage has arisen because we feel someone has violated us, it helps to acknowledge that there is likely a vulnerability or feature of our own energy system that has *allowed* this violation to take place, and to commit fully to exploring and healing ourselves, and releasing outcome with regards to the other party.
Third, allow yourself to FEEL THE BURN, and thank it for doing its work.
Fourth, start to consider how you can responsibility route and express this energy in your life. Sacred rage likes to radiate outward much like a wildfire or a bomb. It requires a safe space/container AND a non-violent means of expression. This may look at a little different for everyone. For me it looks like vigorous dancing and art-making in which I allow the rage to transmute into beauty. It looks like dunks in the cold salty ocean in which I give myself fully to Her ferocity and fury, and recognize it as my own. It looks like letters penned that give voice to my every scream, and are then sometimes burned, released and transmuted, by a sacred flame.
As you work with and through this potent energy, I do not advise directing your rage at anyone in particular; rather consider the ways in which your rage is pointing to the wisdom of healthy boundaries, and allow it to clarify how you may have compromised those boundaries in the past. Think of the rage as a “resetting” energy that allows you to claim sovereignty over yourself as it burns through all unaligned energy. Recognize that the rage is there for YOU, not to affect an outcome or “punishment” on anyone else. From this place of sovereignty, you will be more powerful, more whole, and better able to love fully. Sometimes, this will mean that people once close to you - who perhaps had a certain access to you and your power - will be naturally either be called to a higher standard of alignment OR stand at a more respectful distance from your center. Give yourself full permission to allow that, and trust that it is Love.
What is really magical is that once you have fully felt and processed the rage, it tends to automatically subside and integrate into a form of strength that will serve you for the rest of your days. You needn’t go around being angry forever; the energy of rage has come to perform a particular sacred duty and once it has done so, it will transform without effort into an elegant, regal, aligned form. It will also permanently transform your energy, such that people show up for you in a more aligned way. Do not hold on; release all; burn clean; and be free.
There is so much more I could say on the sacred nature of rage, and many many examples I could cite of how this energy has functioned beautifully in my own life (I’m thinking it’s a whole book here!). For the moment I am simply celebrating the return of this sacred force, its connection with the feminine in Her full power, and its rightful expression, and how all of this hold tremendous potential to transform our collective health and redeem our world.
If you would like support in setting up a practice that will further allow you to explore, acknowledge, release and transform the incredible force of rage in your own life, this is something that I do. By providing a safe space and using a combination of extremely potent energy work and consulting, I can help you can begin to reclaim your full power and enact transformation in a way that will benefit and heal not only yourself, but perform a sacred act of redemption for the entire world.
With Love and Gratitude, one voice of a thousand speaking for compassion,
Sara Sophia Eisenman
SO this happened today...I got published in Elephant Journal for the first time!!!
This piece speaks to the body as sacred and refutes spirit/body duality. The body is associated with the sacred feminine...the power to bear life. I purposefully left the photo completely unretouched, to honor the perfection of the body in its natural state. I hope this article resonates with you and brings you much love, and please feel free to share it! I feel so honored and grateful to Elephant Journal for letting me speak to this topic so very close to my heart. Blessings and love to all!!!
Somewhere in the integration of Goddess and God, feminine and masculine, within ourselves, we arrive at a point in which nothing needs be negated and we are both all allowing and all commanding, at once. In order for this energy union to occur in full, we must realize and honor the Goddess energetics of allowing, subsuming and encompassing ALL, a vital missing piece in the patriarchal era of the imbalanced/unintegrated masculine, which is now coming to an end.
And yes the Goddess allows. But in integrating with the masculine aspect of God, She also fully commands while remaining Goddess. This is woman in her deepest state of power. I'll meet you there. <3
-Sara Sophia Eisenman
The priestess is a creature of devotion and potency, weaving and wending between Heaven and Earth, confounding and joyously disturbing all attempts at categorization. She continuously receives and transmits a living elixir of transcendent love, a consciousness of the most welcoming and inclusive non-duality, in the service of the God(dess). Each breath she takes, each gaze, each footfall is an act of divine lovemaking.
None of this is a thought for her; it is not intellectualized; rather gnosis glows like sparks within her very cells, her smile, the gleam in her eye, her turn of phrase, and her strength as she stands powerfully in the eye of her own storm. Her life is holy ceremony, and her body a fearsome and eloquent alchemy. Wherever she goes, she carries this benevolent hurricane of power with her, an entire system of meaning and ancient beauty, multifarious in its manifestations and ever presiding in mystery.
She is not only herself; she is always, by definition, more than herself. She is spirit essence, archetypal memory, the undulation of nature, solid and sure as bedrock, yet changing like quicksilver before one’s eyes. She suddenly becomes waves of heat visible in the desert air, as one hallucinates and thirsts for the oasis that her eyes promise. We tell ourselves to snap out of it, we declare it all “just a dream”…but in the colors swirling and coalescing behind our slumbering eyes, she is still there, shimmering and beckoning. She is difficult to shake and impossible to forget. She is real, and isn’t.
Many times she experiences the deep pain of these sharp shape-shiftings, a sort turmoil of form and formlessness that bashes her soul up against the limitations of her human flesh and bone, like an ocean wave relentlessly shattering so many shells and memories along a rocky shore. As she shatters, she merges; as she particlizes, she becomes quantum and ineffable. Yet she chooses expansion and diversity of experience always, for it is her soul’s contract; she is as numerous as the stars in the sky. Above all she is still human. She is a mother who brushes the hair gently from her child’s brow; other times she is a small child that becomes starlight and cries herself to sleep. Her tears navigate familiar rivulets across her pillow as she whispers over and over, to no one in particular, “I am made of love.” She is the pain of remembering, a delicious sort of pain that heals.
She is simultaneously dead and alive, and dancing; paradox her native state. She fears no creature of the Underworld for they know her; to Darkness she nods her head in nonchalant recognition. The crows and snakes greet her readily and call her friend. Lizards scale the wall to get to her bedroom, and the wolves and bears recognize her easily. Trees and rivers speak to her all the day. The moon and wind assist her in ceremony. Her sisters are many and materialize at will. None of this is “supernatural” to her; it is Nature itself, as is she.
The look in her eyes is both absolutely soft and unyieldingly fierce, holding at once a dare and the kindest invitation. She is sovereign and free; she can never be made captive. And yes, she is dangerous: the kind of danger that blows man off the course of his own seas, pulls his ship into the choppy waters where his own claims to ego and outcome can moor him no longer, and he at last must surrender in love to the elemental truth of his own being. Deep in the uncharted territory of the vulnerable inchoate, he finds nothing other than pleasure and pain, light and darkness, Heaven and Earth, all in his own body and soul; the beauty haunts and calls him with the glorious and exquisite song of the siren. This call he cannot refuse any longer. She holds him as, at last, the sacred tears form in his eyes. And falling to her arms without control, naked as a man can be, he shudders.
This is the power the priestess carries squarely upon her shoulders and deep within her center, a power of tender magic and light that beats in her heart and courses in her blood, beautifully and relentlessly; now returned in full, to this age.
-Sara Sophia Eisenman
I am committed to embodying representing the sacred feminine in all Her facets, and supporting women in their respective spiritual journeys. This blog speaks to those topics so near and dear to my heart. I hope it inspires you on your way!