Wholes within wholes

As I sit beneath these ancient trees, a prayer rises within me — a prayer for oneness, for wholeness, for the remembrance that I am part of a lineage, a stream that has always been flowing.

Life is fractal: wholes within wholes within wholes.

Each drop of water contains the ocean.

Each breath contains the whole atmosphere.

Each person contains the lineage that formed them.

And yet—

the world has taught us to divide ourselves.

To choose one aspect of our being and amputate the rest.

To cut off parts of ourselves to “fit the shoe,”

as in the old tale of the stepsisters cutting their toes to fit the slipper.

We do this internally.

We silence the parts that feel inconvenient.

We bury the emotions that feel too heavy.

We reject the femininity or masculinity that does not match the world’s performance.

But this is self-mutilation of the soul.

Wholeness does not come through elimination.

Wholeness comes through embrace.

Just as a mother or father holds a child in love — not because the child is perfected, but because the child is theirs — so must we hold the parts of ourselves we have exiled.

The feminine within us.

The masculine within us.

The child, the elder, the wounded one, the healer.

This is the Sacred Marriage — the Hieros Gamos — within.

Not two who complete one another,

but one who remembers they were always whole.

We do not seek another to complete us.

We find another to walk beside us in wholeness.

When we do not attend to our inner reunification:

we fragment,

we search outwardly for someone to fill the gap,

and our suffering increases.

Much of our physical illness, emotional exhaustion, and spiritual dryness arises from this fragmentation — often rooted in experiences that occurred before we ever took our first breath.

The work of HIER Life is the work of reunion:

• Personality with Consciousness
• Feminine with Masculine
• Lower Self with Higher Self
• Present Self with Ancestral Lineage

Because I carry the ancestors within me.

And the descendants.

And the un-lived versions of myself.

And the ones still growing into light.

I am whole,

even where I have forgotten.