Love Isn’t Light, It’s Fire: The Alchemy of Sacred Union Within
It didn’t happen in a serene meditation.
Or on a vision quest.
Or after reading a life-changing book.
It happened while I was standing in a towel, soaking wet, holding legal papers that had just been handed to me by a complete stranger.
That moment cracked something open in me.
A rupture.
A death.
A rebirth I didn’t ask for... but one I now know my soul was ready for.
It was the moment everything changed. My old self fell apart right there on the bathroom floor, and a very different version of me began to rise.
The next morning, I walked outside, barefoot, and let out a scream so loud and unfiltered that my neighbors nearly called 911!
Instead, they called my husband to check on me.
But I wasn’t in danger.
I was waking up.
That scream didn’t come from panic or fear, it came from a deep, primal place within me. A place that had held in far too much for far too long.
That scream was a release, a reset.
It cracked open something ancient.
It reminded me what it felt like to be alive.
And strangely enough, it’s also the moment I remembered light language. Not something I read about or studied... but something my soul simply knew how to speak.
Since then, that strange, beautiful, unexplainable expression has become one of the most intimate and comforting parts of my life.
We often hear about “ascension” like it’s a peaceful climb upward toward bliss. But real growth, real awakening, often arrives through fire. Through shock. Through moments that bring us to our knees.
For me, it was paperwork and exhaustion. Grief and release. Rage and trust.
The transformation didn’t come through controlling the outcome, it came through surrender.
Somewhere in the chaos of court documents, toddlers, and laundry piles, I began anchoring into something much deeper than survival.
At the time, I was pregnant with my youngest child, my son, and my body was carrying more than just a new life. I was holding grief, change, awakening… and everything in between.
That’s when I found Dr. Chris—an incredible chiropractor and acupuncturist whose work with the spine is nothing short of sacred. He’s tribal in his approach, wildly intuitive, and gifted beyond measure. Every visit felt like ceremony. He didn’t just see bones, he saw stories. And he walked me through one of the most transformational times of my life with gentleness and precision.
Through his work and my own studies, I became fascinated by the spine—33 vertebrae that hold not only our posture but our potential. This number, 33, shows up across cultures, faiths, and teachings. It’s symbolic of a path walked by many before us. It represents the journey from density to divine awareness.
When energy flows freely through the spine, from root to crown, it awakens us. This is sometimes called Kundalini. It’s a natural, powerful system of consciousness moving through the body. And when it rises, it changes everything.
What I’ve come to realize is that love - true, embodied, soul level love, isn’t only light.
It’s fire.
It burns through illusions. It challenges every part of you that still plays small or silent. It shows you where you’ve abandoned yourself. And it invites you to reclaim what’s always been yours.
This isn’t just about relationships with others. Sacred union begins within.
It’s the moment your inner masculine steps up with presence and protection.
It’s the moment your inner feminine finally feels safe enough to soften.
It’s when the war inside you finally ends.
I’ve experienced that kind of union, not in a fairytale glass slipper sense, but in the most grounded, gritty, real-life way. In the quiet glances. The energetic pull. The moments when someone looks you in the eyes, and something ancient stirs inside you.
That “I remember you” feeling isn’t in your imagination.
It’s your energy field recognizing something true.
Sometimes, it feels like an anchor.
Other times, a fire.
And often, it shows up with symbols you didn’t expect—red roses blooming in dreams, rainbows after storms, picturesque mountain tops... moments that make your spine buzz with knowing.
After years of trying to do everything “right,” (hey, people pleaser!) I’ve learned that sometimes the most powerful thing we can do is break, and let that breaking reveal the light underneath.
The version of me writing this has walked through legal systems, motherhood, deep fatigue, and soul expansion… often all in the same week.
And still, I come back to center.
To the breath.
To the spine.
To the truth that I am both soft and strong. Both structure and surrender.
This is sacred union.
Not something someone gives you, but something you choose to become.
There is love that holds your hand, even when it's broken.
And then there is love that holds your mirror.
The kind that shows you every unhealed part.
The kind that invites you to rise instead of hide.
The kind that isn’t always easy—but it is true.
If you’ve ever screamed in your car, cried on the kitchen floor, or felt energy rise through your spine without knowing why… this is for you.
You’re not broken.
You’re becoming.
And one day, someone will look into your eyes, and they’ll know.
Not because of a label or a title, but because your energy will say everything your words never could.
And you’ll recognize the fire.
Because it’s the same one you’ve carried all along.
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