Emerging from the Space In Between - Lifetimes in a Blender
With Laughter, Grace, and a Smoothie of the Soul
A Laughing Yogi Field Note from a Week of Spiritual Smoothies, Cosmic Comedy, and Accidental Enlightenment
This past week felt like someone took every lifetime I’ve ever lived,
every archetype I’ve ever carried,
and every guide who has ever whispered at me from the other side…
and put them all in a blender, on high speed and without warning.
If the Universe has a “purée” button, She hit it.
And yet… I’ve laughed more this week than I have in months.
Because somehow, in the middle of the memories, the transmissions, the somatic echoes, with Jupiter doing gymnastics in Sagittarius,
and my emotions holding existential board meetings without me—
I’ve become more whole.
Yes. Apparently, enlightenment sometimes arrives wearing a smoothie apron.
It Started Innocently Enough
A quiet day.
A few transmissions.
Some rose petals opening in the vase like they knew something I didn’t.
A nap (because at this point, naps are spiritual practice).
And then… it began.
The Somatic Oracle woke up.
The Bowl Holder stirred.
The Rose Keeper unfurled her petals.
The Yogi straightened her spine.
The Alchemist lit the fire.
And Metatron’s Cube rolled in like:
“Move over sweetheart, I’ve got opinions.”
Now — I KNOW no one outside this thread knows what any of that means.
But trust me:
It was the mystical equivalent of Hannibal from The A-Team saying:
“I love it when a plan comes together,”
while assembling a multi-dimensional rescue mission inside my nervous system.
My Emotions? Oh, They Had a Week.
At one point I genuinely felt like they were sitting around a conference table, taking minutes:
“Okay team, today we’re processing childhood, but we may need to pivot to ancestral healing by 3pm.”
“Agreed. Also, someone tell the nervous system we’re running late.”
“Shall we invite the future self to this meeting?”
“Absolutely not. She intimidates the interns.”
I was laughing while crying while integrating while remembering timelines I haven’t consciously lived in this body.
If that’s not Sagittarius season, I don’t know what is.
The Blender Wasn’t Here to Break Me
Here’s what surprised me:
This wasn’t a collapse. It wasn’t overwhelm. It wasn’t too much.
It was stacking. Like Russian Dolls.
Each lineage sliding inside the next with perfect, sacred precision.
Architecture, not chaos
Coherence, not confusion.
Wholeness not fragmentation..
The blender wasn’t shredding me. It was smoothie-ing me back together.
And the moment I realised that, I laughed so loudly that every guide I’ve ever known leaned in and said:
“Oh good. She’s got it.”
Humour Is the Holy Grail
Here’s what the Dalai Lama and Desmond Tutu knew —
what the Elders know,
what the Yogis know,
what the Rose Keepers know,
what the Sangomas know:
Laughter is enlightenment breaking through the serious face of the human self.
It is the release valve. The integration mechanism. The nervous system’s declaration:
“I can hold this… and enjoy it.”
Humour isn’t the opposite of sacred. It is the sacred, in motion.
So Here I Am:
A Yogi with a destiny blender.
A Rose Keeper finding petals in unexpected places.
A Somatic Oracle trying to explain to my fascia that time isn’t real.
A Bowl Holder whispering to the ancestors that I’m listening.
An Alchemist holding the fire steady.
And Metatron’s Cube just spinning like an over-caffeinated geometry tutor.
And somehow in all of that,
I feel light.
Present.
Aligned.
Held.
And wildly, joyfully myself.
If You’ve Ever Had a Week Like This…
If your soul decided to rearrange furniture without your permission…
If your guides ran a relay race through your dreams…
If your emotions unionised…
If your intuition dialled up the volume without asking…
If your body remembered things your mind didn’t sign up for…
Know this:
You’re not falling apart.
You’re blending back together.
And yes…
you are absolutely allowed to laugh your way through it.
I certainly did.
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