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I am not a teacher.
I can’t express to you how much this has made me both equally free and weak at the knees.
I never was.
I created my work, business, and role into a container of who I should be.
I made content for what was expected of me.
Any sphere, but particularly health & wellness, is an orbit of the expert archetype.
The consumer feeds off the parasite of authority.
I am not a teacher.
I molded and crafted myself into the one who answers your questions.
I shapeshifted into the online avatar which gives you the hard facts.
I gave you the breakdown of organs and tissues in order to deliver oxygen to your logic.
I wrapped you in blankets of information and data that I thought would give you warmth.
Instead, it left me cold.
I am not a teacher.
My work became a manual of words that wanted you to believe I knew more.
I wanted to believe I knew more because that is what experts taught me.
I don’t have the answers you seek.
You seek yourself.
I seek you seeking yourself too.
That is the teaching that teaches me.
How do I show up now?
How do I sing my melodies?
How do I create “content?”
What is “content” if it’s the idea formed from another being?
These are the questions that have consumed me quietly.
I am not a teacher.
I never will be!
Embodiment is my education of purity.
I open the analytic floodgates on “engagement” when I start conversations (like this) that satisfy a silent craving.
I get more inquiries about working 1:1 with me when I don’t even SPEAK of the body.
I receive more resonance and “Oh my God you are speaking to my soul” when I’m just being.
I am not being if I am teaching.
The teacher is not me.