Born of Blood

Being born of blood.

This is our molecular foundation. It is the basic building block of our physicality, the container for our DNA, and also the first, smallest part of the canvas on which that DNA becomes manifest.

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Blood is our first home: when the newly awakened and enlivened union of pure forms of Divine Masculine and Divine Feminine come together, that particle falls into a soft bed of blood, not yet human, but of human, of blood.

That form, evolving and catalysing, nests within blood and is then fed, again by blood. Blood as the vessel and blood as the river through which all requirements may be brought.

To life. Into love.

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Where is the point where we become repulsed by this symbol of life, embodied?

Is in in the medicalisation of pregnancy, where through antenatal testing, blood becomes a readable formula for all that may go wrong (and even that, the social definition of 'wrong' is a rarely questioned construct).

Is it in the similar medicalisation of childbirth, wherein the body is managed, measured, positioned for the convenience of the 'care giver'; where blood is a bright and confrontingly raw and authentically human thing in such a clinical environment? Sacriledge in the Cult of the Medic Superior.

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Is it in childhood, there when we scrape or cut ourselves, immersed as we are in play and expliration of this big wild world, we come to viscerally associate blood with pain, simply because it is visible?

When truly, all the while, it has been pumping through us, miraculously, invisible, life giving. Only when our skin is breached- or when we menstruate or birth- do we witness it.

Or is it through the mass media, where blood is used to titillate in violent films, to draw the viewer into an alternate reality that is at least for the period of the movie, more intense than their own? In gaming, where blood is a badge of honour and toughness and power?

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Or specifically aimed at women, to sell the idea that our bodies are inherently disgusting and they need to be kept "fresh" and "sanitary" at all times. That it is necessary to create literal mountains of plastic and unbiodegradable waste to manage menstruation.

For certainly, by the time a girl experiences menarche, all but the most free thinking will have some kind of negative narrative surrounding blood to contend with. And now the blood, it flows, and from the most intimate parts of her body.

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How does she integrate this?

Decades on, how do you integrate this?

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