Jesus at the Gym

I really wanted to call this blog post "I will not talk about spirituality with men and here is why."

Jesus at the Gym is catchier.

I was sitting in the sauna at the gym, minding my own business, feeling every stretch and breathing into the energy in my body with my eyes closed, post workout.

I really appreciate when people keep the public sauna silent.

Today this was not happening. One man after another filed in, they all seemed to know one another and it was pretty full in there, and then the man to my left starts talking about how he's researching "speaking in tongues."

He is intrigued by it. He's trying to figure it out. Grappling mentally with the concepts.

How did it happen? What did it mean? Who can interpret it? Was there just one language or more than one? And so on. (He had figured out that it was a language.)

He's doing a lot of research. He was quoting all the bible verses where it was mentioned. I just listened - no other choice - with my eyes closed.

I listened to the men grappling and their theories about what this might be.

Eventually, I couldn't help myself and I said, "Have you ever heard the term light language?"

He had not.

I said, "It's the same thing as speaking in tongues. It's channeling languages of light. It happens because we live in a polarized, dualistic world and our language can not adequately capture the essence of Unity and Oneness as is the frequency of God, and so that's why it happens. There is not just one language, there would be many depending on the origin of the channeling that is happening."

Now everyone's eyes are open.

He said, "Can you do it?"

I said that yes, I could.

He immediately followed this with, "Do you believe in Christ as your Savior?"

And I said, "That's a complex question. I don't use the word 'belief.' Rather, I belong to the same Creation that made Christ - that which is older and bigger than Him. And I do align with Christ's true message that we know Creator through direct experience in our hearts and embodiment."

This sort of set the men off.

They began standing up and moving about, apparently now restless. One might say posturing, as indicated by sweaty, naked chests jutting forward, legs sprawling out onto the benches and walls, taking up more space. Their speech quickened.

They began talking to one another about the various philosophies that had existed through time. They were citing various authors and books, proving their knowledge by quoting dates and summarizing the difference between things like "gnosticism" and "orthodox." So many facts.

They were getting a little worked up.

No one spoke to me again. The men had things to prove.

And then, someone mentioned Sophia and needed to categorize it, for their own containment, as "new age," and then I decided to leave the room of sweaty male bodies with their need to prove things with their man-minds and move on with my day.

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Every single day, I live in Sacred Remembrance of the Unified Field of Creation, and Mother Father God is my unifying force.

Every day for at least a decade, I've consciously walked the walk of recovering the lost feminine, healing the traumas of separation of masculine and feminine, and knowing God as Creation intended.

My soul has been around for a long time. I don't grapple with philosophy. I don't grapple with what men have written down in books. Frankly, I know enough to know that Christ's true message was manipulated by politicians (who had an agenda to control the feminine) and so why would the bible be my book?

For that matter, why would I need any external authority at all?

I am truly unruly. Uncontainable. A man-mind could never pinpoint what is inside of me and the way I know God.

I walk the path of Unity and Sacred Remembrance as a woman, in this incarnation, in this body, every single day.

I will not debate spirituality with men. I will not quote things I have read if you ask me what I "know" or "believe." I will not attempt to go mind-to-mind, fact-to-fact, scripture-to-scripture with you.

Ever.

When the men stood up, they began the subconscious effort to take up the space with their thoughts and prove them.

You can have this. You can have all of the words inside of the rooms, and you'll find that more and more, women won't be in those rooms with you.

You can have your right-ness. (Now, looking at self-elected right-eous-ness beyond rightness would be a fascinating rabbit hole, but I'll refrain for today because it's time for me to go to the woods and let you go there if you choose.)

You can debate rightness all day. I don't care.

I know in my body what Truth is. I know God through direct experience.

And if I can't feel your words or philosophies in my body as Truth, then I will walk away and let you have the room. It doesn't matter to me.

I just ask that you let me sweat my sacred sweat out of my holy pores in this earthly, erotic, God-filled body in peace.

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Now, I'll ask you, how else could man/masculine handle this sort of situation? This sort of opportunity, sitting next to a woman who had a lived experience of an answer to a question you're grappling with? Would you trust a woman who knows the Sacred? Would you seek to learn from her or try to contain her? What would it sound like to seek to learn from her? How can you begin to do it differently now?

How can you approach a woman, such as myself, seeking to understand rather than trying to box her in?

Gnosis - the direct experience of knowing the divine via the embodied human experience.