This journey unfolded as a complete cycle of initiation. The volcano gifted me primal power; Wolf consumed me and returned me, dissolving and remaking me; the water of the pond purified me; the tribe welcomed me into the rhythm of collective life; the Snake raised me into ecstatic energy, uniting body and spirit. It was not symbolic alone. It was visceral, embodied. My clapping, howling, stomping, and humming brought the vision into flesh. This was not only “seen” but lived.

This is why I say that therapy is not “helping”. Therapy done in this way costs weight in my bones, loneliness in my psyche, and a lot of misunderstanding. This is why when I say that I know, it is because I know. In that state, I don’t observe, I become the conduit. There, the soul speaks.