Bowing to the Mystery of Flesh and Bone
Some of my favorite clients and students have been doctors, mental health therapists, physician assistants—keepers of the body’s wisdom.
Those who had my back when I spoke truth that ruffled many feathers.
Those who have spent their lives studying the mechanics of human existence, only to arrive at the same conclusion I have: there is something else moving through us.
Something unseen. A force that pulses through every cell, whispering truths beyond what the mind can measure.
It is the current beneath the skin.
The breath before thought.
The energy that defies reason yet makes itself known in moments of deep knowing, deep healing, deep surrender.
For years, I have felt the weight of proving this mystery to those who worship at the altar of the known.
But that time has passed.
The need to explain, to justify, to soften my words for the comfort of others has dissolved into the ethers of lessons learned.
I no longer entertain the argument of whether this magic exists—I only move with it.
My obsession with human anatomy, behavior, spirituality, and religion has never been about collecting knowledge for the sake of knowledge.
It has always been about remembrance.
The ancient truth that to know oneself is to know the great mystery of flesh and bone.
The divine mechanics of being human.
Even atheism, the most devout of all faiths, clings to certainty.
But certainty is a veil, and behind it, the unknown waits patiently.
The parts of us that sense before we see.
That heal in ways science cannot yet explain.
That pulse with a rhythm older than time.
I am in a new deep healing era.
Healing my thyroid. Healing my voice.
Healing the spaces in my body where stillness once lived. And so I remember my brilliance and call it back to me.
Over and over again.
This is an initiation into a deeper knowing, a deeper trust, a deeper communion with the forces that move through me.
I am listening. I am surrendering. I am ready.
It is working. I am healthy. I am Kelly.
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