“I am covered in skin.
No one gets to come in.
Pull me out from inside.
I am folded and unfolded and unfolding.”
– Lyrics from Colorblind by The Counting Crows.
We are over-complicators existing beneath self-created blinders. The world keeps turning. Time slips by as we leave our prints upon the days and nights of yesterday.
We sift and sort as we move through life. Some of us analyze and reflect, others blame, scream and argue. Complications arise to push us towards evolution. Babies are born. Death is everywhere. Love and connection come calling to rattle our senses.
Pain passes from one to another as if through a shifting flame. Some of us go deep inside to seek an ancient knowledge embedded within the spirit beyond the flesh.
Truths are often distorted until it feels right — till you’ve positioned the situation someplace where you can summon a sense of false justification for the wrongs you’ve caused.
It’s okay, baby. It’s okay. You can only do the best you can at any given moment.
But the truth simmers deep within. It hides in the core of your being and awaits your attention. Someday, you will make an internal leap toward a tsunami of revelations that will uncover all that you have buried — All that you’ve tried to forget, and all that will unravel you when you are brave enough to explore the uncharted path.
No one escapes the human experience. Above all else, each one of us yearns to be pulled out from the inside by someone who can really see us. We crave to be heard by those we love and hold dear.
Do we really listen to one another?
Life. Death. Love & Connection — All that encompasses the moments between birth and death may never be fully articulated, but in sharing our experiences and deepest truths, we may reach greater states of the human condition.
We may bond and understand. We may love more deeply, forgive faster and speak to one another without judgement, fear or resentment.
We may discover a better world.
“Three things cannot be long hidden: the sun, the moon, and the truth.”
If I said …
However, that one thing encompasses many different facets of the same jewel. Within gratitude, there is love and hope. There is appreciation and strength, consciousness and humility.
There are concepts which transcend the specific aspects in life. There are aspects which occupy the shadows which I try not to complain about because it seems inconsistent with the gratitude I have for my life.
— Xavier Eastenbrick.
If I said …
With death comes distinction. The contrast between the living and the dead is absolute. Mortality becomes reality. Yet, so does our immortality — the eternal spirit within. You feel it more than ever.
When sharing time with a dying person, the space becomes sacred; the energy shifts into something higher to aid the transition.
Divinity is revealed.
When you can sense that, the pain accompanying the death of a loved one becomes enshrined with a god-force — with love and gratitude.
Respect and love for everything is magnified. Death is all around, and you learn that what was once a great fear is no more.
— Kim Petersen.
If I said …
Sacred Bonds & friendship.
“May love find you and wrap your heart in an inspired cocoon, and draw from that wrapping the beautiful butterfly of you coming into all your being.
Live out loud and let nothing steal your voice. Let 2020 be a year of transmutation.”
— Xavier Eastenbrick.
Love is a snippet of conversation:
“You say the nicest things anyone has ever said to me. How come?”
“I don’t just say things. I mean what I say, I think you know that. I trust you.”
“I trust you, too.”
“Thank you. I appreciate you and the gift of your communication.”
“Who are you?”
— Xavier & Kim
Love is stripping the layers and living from the inside out. It’s being willing to share yourself with someone because you know they sense your worth.
They see you and you see them back. To love and be loved is the highest privilege.
It would depend on when you asked me because over the years it has evolved from a concept rattling around the developing mind of a young man, to an amorphous, overwhelming emotion, to an intensely conscious feeling of its presence within me.
Since encountering her, love immediately gravitates to mean her.
Love floods my soul with a radiating energy that extends to all parts of my creativity and the best parts of me; both in the now and in the making. Love pushes me forward. While at the same time, when needed, it keeps me at a distance.
Many confuse sexual desire and lust for love, and while they exist in the bounds of love the reality is, those elements alone are hollow and ephemeral. When desire and lust exist within love, they have the ability to transmute the energy of love into another level of consciousness; the space between the intersecting circles of the Vesica Piscis.
Once this energy is created, it multiplies just as cells divide and becomes life within the order of the universe’s sacred geometry.
My life has been the crucible fire; forging an understanding of love that makes me humble to appreciate the dichotomy of the smallness of me as a being, but also the infinite of participating in it.
Aside from the fate laden descriptive way I articulated my response, love is also playful and personal; it’s laughing with abandon, soft to the touch, and a raging passionate monster almost untameable.
Love fearlessly searches for greater degrees of depth.
If I said …
Oneness. Completion. Tranquillity. Truth.
Connection is that slight pulse that begins in your soul and grows intense when confronting deep truths. The feeling you cannot ignore when you sense the invisible cords linking you to something more; something beautiful … something like higher-love and all that is.
It is inner-recognition; a spark igniting in your soul when you encounter someone significant. The flame. It’s piecing the puzzles of moments passed and marveling at divine synchronicity.
It is being afraid to explore sacred bonds but finding the courage to go there because to deny the connection is to deny yourself the opportunity to experience the deepest love you’ll ever know.
Connection is peeking from the blinders to behold the wonderful moments when clarity finds you; when you become still and reach for more. When you find the key to unlock parts of your soul to revelations that blow your mind and you realize connection had never eluded you.
It was you that had avoided real connection all along.
Thank you for reading! What’s your answer when confronted by those words?
Life, Death, Love and Sexy Connections with Soul.
In this collection of short, heartfelt essays, Kim Petersen explores what it means to live an authentic life, strengthen bonds and nurture real connections in a hyper-connected world, while Xavier Eastenbrick goes deep on the Twin Flame Soul Connection.
Each piece shares the unpredictable, meaningful and often humorous experiences of one woman’s journey as a daughter, a wife and a lover, a mother and a friend as she ignores boundaries to get real and gritty.
In these short pieces, Kim and Xavier tease out their vulnerabilities to bring unity and love to the page by recounting some of their most pivotal moments, deepest fears and wildest dreams. Through their unique voices, you will find a safe place to laugh, cry and be inspired to live an authentic life.
If you like to explore deep soul connections, love and sexuality, and ponder the meaning of life with a side of humor, this book is for you.
Life. Death. Love & Connection is the first collection of short memoirs from Whispering Ink, with bestselling author Kim Petersen and Xavier Eastenbrick.