Temple Wisdom: Surrender

Beloveds,

I've been quiet—

not from absence,

but from sacred descent.

Winter took me all the way in,

into the underworld of unbecoming.

My body a chrysalis,

dissolving what I thought I was

to reveal what I've always been.

This is what surrender has asked of me:

Not to give up.

Not to give in.

But to give over—

to the deepest, most erotic pulse of my being.

Surrender isn't soft whispers.

It's the primal scream that follows

when my white-knuckled grip finally releases the edge.

When control dissolves into holy chaos.

When the river breaks through the dam.

This has been an active devotion.

My cells rearranging themselves in the dark.

My breath learning to trust the pause between exhale and inhale.

My heart breaking open again and again,

making room for what wants to move through me.

One of my healers, looking into my energy body, whispered:

"You're getting so close to being JUST you."

And something in me wept.

Because that's all I've ever wanted—

to be stripped bare of every false skin,

every borrowed identity,

every armor I thought would keep me safe.

When my hearing dissolved into silence,

when my constructed self shattered like glass,

something electric awakened:

My body remembered how to receive.

The forgotten art of being filled,

of being touched by grace,

of being moved by something ancient and holy.

The old world calls this defeat.

The linear mind frames it as failure.

But my womb knows differently—

this is the sacred emptying that precedes all birth.

This is the necessary void where all creation begins.

With the North Node in Pisces,

I feel the cosmic invitation to dream beyond borders.

To trust what can't be seen or measured.

To dissolve into divine imagination.

While the South Node in Virgo releases my grip on perfection,

on over-effort,

on the need to be useful instead of whole.

Purification happens not by force,

but by surrender.

I've died a thousand deaths in this body.

Each time thinking, "surely this is the last."

Each time discovering new layers to release:

Letting go of projections.

Letting identities die.

Letting what no longer aligns fall away—

not with rage, but with reverence.

Clearing the channel so divinity can flow through me, uniquely.

This isn't about performance.

It's about presence.

Not about perfection,

but about allowing something holy to move through my humanity.

Can you feel it too?

The place where your muscles grip the bone?

Where your thoughts circle like hungry ghosts?

Where your heart has built its fortress?

I invite you to place both hands on your bare skin.

Feel your pulse beneath your fingertips.

Breathe into the tension, the armor, the wall.

Whisper with your whole body: "I give over."

Notice how something begins to crack open.

How the membrane between resistance and flow dissolves.

How your palms soften to receive

the nectar that has always been falling toward you.

The revolution isn't found in the struggle.

It lives in the sacred moment of yielding

to what aches to move through us,

what longs to create through us.

Why?

Liberation.

I am here to serve liberation through love.

Through my flesh, my breath, my being.

Through every poem, every song, every circle.

We become spiritual forklifts—

not carrying the weight,

but raising the frequency,

activating brilliance,

creating beauty,

seeding justice.

Through bodies brave enough to surrender.

Through artists courageous enough to dissolve.

Through lovers willing to be undone.

Now, as Spring breathes new life into the Earth,

I feel myself emerging,

not as I was,

but closer to who I truly am.

This is not a rebranding.

This is a return.

If you're walking this path too—

of dissolving what no longer fits,

of letting the erotic pulse of truth guide your next steps,

of remembering who you are beneath all the noise—

Welcome home.

Let this Spring mark the moment we return to essence.

Let our surrender become the soil where brilliance blooms.

Spring is here.

And so am I.

And so are you.

In our sacred, surrendered wholeness.

With love, devotion, and fire,

Eset Rose

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