Inexactly What You Get From Energy Medicine

2895860359_b1c999b2ae_zEvery marketer ever believes that entrepreneurs and business owners must inform clients and customers of the results they’ll get from a product or service. Seems pretty logical, right? However, that presents a problem when it comes to Energy Medicine. To be honest, I don’t know exactly what you’ll get out of it, or how drastically your life will change. I can’t give you a bulleted list of quantifiable outcomes. It’s impossible to predict the intensity of your expansion or the richness of your transformation.

What I do know, is that you’ll never be the same.
You’ll shed your soul-skin countless times in the days to come.
You’ll hear the voice of God whisper in your bones.
You’ll be drenched in the light of your Divinity.
You’ll be wooed by a path you’ve only caught glimpses of until now.
You’ll stand face to face with ravenous desire.
You’ll weep over wounds.
Not long after, you’ll press fingertips into glistening scar tissue.
You’ll discover super-human strength that leaves you shocked and breathless.
You’ll surrender to a river of miracles that draws you into a current of clarity.
You’ll reach into the depths of your rage, hear its grievances and fears, and feel it shake the earth.
You’ll find what breaks your heart and what pisses you off and use them like compasses.
Life will break you open and spill love everywhere.

I can’t say exactly what you’ll get. But I promise you’ll get exactly what you need. I promise you’ll change the landscape of your inner life. I promise you’ll fall deeper in love with your humanity through your divinity.

photo credit :: Hartwig HKD

you are beauty at the edge

photo credit | Nana B Agyei

photo credit | Nana B Agyei

My favorite kind of prayer is the kind that prays me:

There is beauty at the edge.
The way your fingertips tremble.
The way your toes curl around the corner where rock falls away.
The way peace passes between your lips.
The way commitment sets your jaw.
You are beauty at the edge.
Leap into Love.
Don’t get trapped in anticipation.
Let it form and dissolve
as your feet leave the earth.
Hurl your beautiful body into gossamer air.
Air that rejoices in
your courageous heart
your breathless lungs
your declaration of truth.
Air that whistles and whispers against
your enchanting neck
your curving spine
your graceful hips.
Air that supports
your vaulting forward
your tumbling out into everything
your falling into elegant newness.

A Warrior Priestess

Warrior Priestess | Hilarie Mae

Sometimes the words of war are all I have to describe
those moments when Evil holds its foot to my throat.
No longer a stalking shadow, but a snarling presence
hell bent on my entrapment.
Self-doubt, paralyzing fear, immobilizing poison flowing towards me.
I can smell it acrid on the air, the thick scent of my own destruction.

It touches against my skin and shudders away,
for I am a Daughter of the Light,
a bearer of brightness
twinkling from every curve of my consciousness
and burning away the battle field.

The Divine says, “Nothing can take you from me.”

It is my destiny to stand guard at the door between
this heartbreakingly fragile reality and the battle fields beyond.

Armored. Watchful. Ablaze.

I walk the wall of the inner kingdom.
A temple priestess, born with the sinewy fearlessness of defense.
A warrior priestess, not of this world, but etheric and eternal.

Licking Light Off Our Lips

Arch my supple soul in your hands
and make music from the tender vibrations
of my desires, my wanting, my fullness, my love

Join our flesh together,
like the curling notes of a symphony

For we together are born to dance,
Swallowing stars and licking light off our lips

Run a thumb along the spine of my soul
and I will bend into a bow into the cave
of Your fiery heart.

Breathe me as you might a breathless body
turning these trembling lungs into their awakening

Play me between your legs like a cello
cradled, secure, and surrendered to our song.

Trusting the Sureness of Mystery

Hilarie Mae | Revolutionary Energy Medicine

When you wake up every morning, you have no idea how your day is going to play out. You have no idea how many miracles could happen or how many tiny tragedies might grace your life. As the wise J.R.R. Tolkien said, “It’s a dangerous business… going out your door. You step onto the road, and if you don’t keep your feet, there’s no knowing where you might be swept off to.”

What’s sure: the Universe protects you ferociously.

Every risk you take, every decision and choice, every moment of deliberation, every time you hurl yourself at the mercy of divine timing and take a plunge, She observes.

She throws up barriers in the way of your destruction. She lays down feather beds to cradle your landing. She orchestrates minute details you’ll never notice or know about. She watches fondly as you find your footing, glowing with pride at your tenacity. She speaks comfort into your rawness, knowing your healing has already begun. She marvels at the shifting edifice of your soul. She cherishes every moment you gaze into the Universe within and catch a glimpse of Her in you. She longs for you to experience Her continual closeness. She guides your tumbles. She battles on your behalf for a clear path. She catches opportunities and offers them tenderly for your taking.

She is the force of the entire Universe loving your forward.

That is the only certainty and perhaps the most powerful sureness you will ever need.

The Anatomy of Resistance


Resistance | Hilarie Mae Energy Medicine

At the beginning of every Energy Therapy session, I go through an inner routine: centering, grounding, attunement. Centering allows me to fully inhabit my body. It’s the practice of stretching my soul into the farthest reaches of my fingertips and toes. Centering reifies who I am and how I want to feel during the session. It enables me to keep a crisp boundary between your energy and mine. Grounding often consists of imagining actual roots growing deeper into the ground and anchoring around the fiery earth center. The final step, attunement, is all about you. It’s when I step into your energy field and vibration. It’s the first time I fully feel what’s going on in your chakric system. Those first few seconds feel like the tuning of an orchestra. A beautiful cacophony of emotions, stories, and scars, some clearer than others.

After that first sequence, I check your Chakras with my pendulum and begin to clear, align, heal, and create. The work tends to flow seamlessly as your energy field shifts and responds to intentions and movement. However, in almost every session there’s a split second when I want to run away from the task at hand. That’s the moment I relish most because it tells me I’m standing toe to toe with your resistance. As with any practice, your place of resistance is a barrier to work through and a compass pointing to where needs the most attention. Meeting your resistance allows me to identify your places of deepest need and figure out how to best meet those needs and set you free.

How Energy Medicine Chose Me

People often ask how I got into energy medicine. The answer is simple: I experienced it.

My first time receiving energy work was on retreat eight years ago. The experience broke open a level of insight, clarity, and relief that I never knew existed. It confirmed that my spiritual life wasn’t all in my imagination, but rather a real world of mysticism within and around me. I felt simultaneously comforted and challenged, rooted and in flight, profoundly human and profoundly divine, heartbreakingly loved, acutely aware of my brokenness, but also of its impermanence.

At that time in my life, I was deep in trenches dug by emotional abuse at the hands of someone I loved, an eating disorder, and a self-destructive desire to please everyone. Energy Therapy shed light on the grace in my life at a time when darkness threatened to blind me. It breathed life into my courage so I could find a way out of self-hatred. It honored where I was and gently ushered me forward into a new way of being in myself and the world. It helped me grow into the woman I am today.

From the moment I received it, I knew I was called to share it.

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Freedom at Your Fingertips

photo by Glow Boudoir

Freedom pulses at your fingertips.
It’s wild
prowling and howling
at the fringes of your life.
Your heart trills
fantasizing about
throwing itself headlong into freedom.
The seduction is relentless.
Whispers of liberation
calling you forward.
Your core stirs, awakening
wanton and hungry.
The embers of desire are gathering,
You know what’s coming.
You can feel the pressure,
suspended and building.
Waiting patiently,
with gaze unbroken,
for the dam to break,
for the freedom flood
sweeping you from the safety shore
wrapped in courage and
permeated by pleasure.

An Easy Body

photo by Glow Boudoir

You know those people who seem to have all the physical features you envy wrapped up in one glorious, flawless body? I had a name for those people or, more accurately, their bodies. I called them easy bodies. In my comparison addled mind, they were perfect. They had it easy. Please laugh at the absolute absurdity of this and be compassionate with yourself if you still frequent the comparison vortex. We all get pulled in from time to time.

Thankfully, I learned that having a certain body type doesn’t mean your life is more or less easy than someone with a different body type. I caught myself thinking she has such an easy body the other day about an acquaintance. And then I chose a thought I’ve never consciously chosen before: I have an easy body, too. Several hours later, I reflected on that thought and realized that an easy body means something totally different to me now. Over this past year, a term I used spitefully and with a tinge of jealousy and self-hatred has turned into a celebration.

What I see when I look at a woman with an easy body is not her actual shape, but rather how she inhabits it.

I see a woman sated by her life.
I see a woman deeply in love with every curve of her complexity.
I see a woman that takes pleasure in the rise of her hungers and relishes the adventure of feeding them.
I see a woman at home in the temple of her bones and blood.
I see a woman unafraid of surrendering.
I see a woman unapologetically honest about her needs, desires, values and boundaries.
I see a woman in passionate pursuit of her own heart.
I see a woman who has unbridled her joy.
I see a woman sure of her strength.
I see a woman creating the poetry of her soul.
I see a woman immensely gentle with herself and the world.
I see a woman set loose.
I see a woman awash in pleasure.
I see a woman awake.
I see a woman who uses her body as a compass.
I see a woman at peace.
I see a woman.

About halfway through that list, I realized I was talking about myself, too. That’s what I see when I look in the mirror. And it doesn’t matter if I’m having a crazy hair day or my jeans won’t button. All of those qualities and freedoms and breathtaking beauty are not contingent on my body type. They’re the outcome of self-love.

What do you see when you look in the mirror? And how does that view color the way you see other people?

Much love,
Hilarie Mae

Why I Write

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Last week, Sheila Kennedy asked me why I write.

The simple answer: I write because I find words enchanting. They captivate me, much like any artist or creator is captivated by the building blocks of their medium. I read a lot as a child, especially historical fiction. Losing myself in other times and other worlds was deeply satisfying to me. I loved the idiosyncrasies of characters and the way a simple description could conjure such vivid experiences of sight, sound, and smell in my mind. I was hooked. Now crafting words as an adult feels like play. The blending of structure and limitless possibilities provides fertile ground for my curiosity, desire to express my inner life, and my calling to serve.

The mystical, magical, and miraculous have a way of getting lost in translation. To be fair, part of the sacredness of some experiences is their inexpressible nature. Sometimes the depth of an experience renders it forever secret. However, I find that writing about my inner life often magnifies its holiness and realness. It’s easy to brush off sacred moments, moments when the eyes of our heart grow wide with awe, and distract ourselves with outer stimulation. Writing allows me to paint my inner life with words and birth ideas. Every writer and artist is a midwife.

How do you express your ideas and experiences?

p.s. speaking of writing, this Pinterest board is where I keep all my favorite words.