Around two weeks ago I left behind the Temple of the Root, and entered into the “Temple of the Belly” as Penczak calls it. This is the Sacral Temple, a temple of purification and relationships.
It is quite helpful to look at these “Temples” as physical spaces, much like temples that one might make a pilgrimage to. It is a journey that requires patience, forethought and much preparation. It is the “Fools Journey”, and requires leaps of faith, strength and conviction and courage to carry on even when things are not necessarily looking “up”.
Leaving behind the Temple of the Root, I have removed from my life much of the negativity that I kept in my mental space. Even though much of my “spring cleaning” began back in November, I have had to change patterns of thought and action in order to create a clear environment for spiritual growth. I had to dig deep and look at the bare bones of what I am and What I want to be.
In facing some of my darkest nights, indeed even going through a particularly difficult “Dark Night of the Soul”, I was able to plumb the depths of my despair and use it to create. The Temple of the Root, brought me back to my Soul Self, it gave me the strength of my Ancestors, my Spirits, my Gods and my Much Beloved Living and it pushed me to re-awaken my Being.
Leaving the Temple behind was not “hard” as the lessons learnt from the Temple will always remain, as long as I keep them close to my heart, to my soul and to my bones.
Stepping into the Temple of the Belly was familiar territory. I had started to work with my Sacral Chakra back in August. I had noticed that a certain frigidity had taken place in this warm and sensual land, and I deemed it necessary to work for a whole week on the Chakra, opening it up, allowing myself to release the wild, creative and sensual woman inside of me and push myself to new heights. This was a very powerful experience but it was not easy as I had much shadow work to do, much of it dealing with my ability to give and receive affection particularly from fellow humans and especially my Beloved Living.
At the time I was facing the fact that I let nobody “in” and never let myself “out” because to let the affection flow was to leave the door open to hurt. After losing my job I recoiled and now have to slay this “Apep” again. It is one of the hardest things to do, as in this particular situation I placed my trust in the wrong people and while allowing the affection to flow so freely I neglected to put up wards.
This time I have come better prepared.
At this temple I honour three Gods in particular…
I honour Bastet, Goddess of the head of my previous household; Guardian of my House; Sol-Luna Mother; Protector and Warrior; Lady of Sensuality and Deep-in-the-belly-instinct. She is Mother and plays a huge role in my life, coming and going as cats are wont to do, popping in every now and then for some milk and cookies, and always helping me when I truly need it.
I honour Het-Heret, Goddess of my flesh; Lady of intoxication; Lady of Sensuality; Venus in the sky and on Earth; Sacred Cow and Nourisher of the Living and the Dead. She is Sister, and with Her I still have much work to do particularly with regards to my other shadow work.
I honour Sobek; Lord of Power, The “Fertilizing” Principle; Ferocious protector and Flesh eater; He who unites; He has been with me for a long time, always patient in my worship, as I have often been a little tentative in engaging his ferocity.
One of the major lessons of this temple is Sacred Sensuality. Sensuality in its deepest sense of igniting, engaging and fully embracing all of the senses.
The Sensory preception that is attributed to the Sacral chakra is Taste. Taste is such a wonderful sense, and I often get lost in the flavours of vanilla, chocolate, a good pasta sauce, fine liqueur and so much more. As a pretty typical Taurean lady, Sensuality is one of my greatest “Qualities”. I use my sensuality to the full extent during ritual… I go all out with candles, incense, fabric, colours, music or the beautiful sounds of the witching hour. I am a particularly sensual woman and often embrace this sensuous nature.
At times, however, I do disengage from my senses, sometimes this is a defense mechanism, particularly in unfamiliar situations, sometimes it is because I’ve been hurt and sometimes it is because it is easier to not feel, see, hear, smell and taste every little thing all the damn time. This goes along with my previous posts on learning to feel again and my journey through the root.
Even more so, in this temple, I have to push these senses past myself and into my relationship with others. This is a little more difficult because trust becomes one of the major focal points. While Learning to feel again, I have to learn to trust again. Most importantly I need to trust myself and my deepest instincts. I have been doing this by engaging in creative activities such as drawing and baking, things which require as much instinct, as they do sensual engagement.
My latest artwork was a difficult piece, but it came completely from my heart, and was translated onto paper with every fibre of my being, it began as a devotional to Het-heret and as my offering it shows my bare emotion, pain and anxiety; it was every feeling of beauty and pain associated with love and feeling and it allowed me to put my emotions to paper, emotions that could find no words.
I am not the greatest baker in the world, but I do love to get into my baking, as much as I get into my painting. Baking is a ritual in and of itself, although you have to follow certain instructions in order to not flop the heck out of it, you also have to use your intuition, and allow the baking to unfold into a masterpiece of flavour and love and feeling.There is something so wonderful about being able to bake and share that offering of love and devotion with my Beloved Living as well as the many Spirits, Ancestors and Gods that are part of my life.
I often reserve baking for the big rituals and big events, but have found a simple beauty in cooking and even just preparing my next meal. Sharing food, and even just engaging fully in my meal is one of the ways I have been working in the Sacral Temple – Tasting life through the nourishment that food has to offer.
My pilgrimage at this Temple is not over, it is continuing, and the lessons go beyond sensuality, creativity and baking, but this is where I am at the moment. This Temple isn’t all rosy and joyful, it has a lot of shadow work to go along with it. Many issues need to be worked through and I know it will be as trying as the last Temple. Knowing all of this I continue on, in meditation and devotion to the Gods, Spirits, Ancestors and always to my Beloved Living.