HER PRECIOUS HEART
'And as her dreams became more real than the world around her...
She decided to leave her body and surrender to the divine paradise of her heart.'
The Unspoken Beauty and Truth of the Heart
There are some truths so deeply woven into the body that the mind cannot translate them.
In the darkest recesses of our being, where the heartbeat echoes with memories the mind dares not remember, lives the unspoken truth within our precious heart. In the untamed wilderness of trauma, betrayal, and survival, the heart remains pure, beautiful and universal in its truth, and here in the darkness - it waits silently for us to return.
When we finally comprehend, usually later in adult life, that our deepest pain comes not from a savage enemy, but from the hands of those that were 'meant to love us', our world’s fractures. For those of us who have endured early or chronic trauma, especially at the hands and words of a caregiver, intimate partner, or trusted figure, the mind begins to distort its perception of reality in order to protect our sacred connections. It is no longer shaped not by truth, but rather by survival, hard-wired into us very early on to keep us alive. Abuse and harm masquerades as love. Pain wears the mask of parental familiarity and sadly, our nervous system learns to equate harm with ‘home’.
Generally the perpetrator, or their counterpart, in order to preserve power, deeply warps our perception of truth and shapes our reality. They stretch and distort boundaries until ‘right’ and ‘wrong’ become but blurred descending shadows dancing across our walls. The conditioned mind is no longer a compass; it is a labyrinth, a boxed maze, one carefully constructed around us, one built to keep us lost inside ourselves. The internal dialogue we carry does not hold sacred truth; rather, it is borrowed from those who have hurt us, those whom we would rather have us reconstruct our reality, than to speak an ungodly truth. And yet, as adults through the passage of time we hold onto these illusions, we grip and repeat, because repetition and pain, feels safe, it has formed an inner world that we have bonded to not through love but through trauma. Not because it is safe, but because it is so ‘known’.
And sadly trauma doesn’t just affect our psychology, it rewires our neurology. When our bodies and minds are groomed to accept pain and shame - the blueprints of the brain begin to expect it, and… seek it. The prefrontal cortex of our minds, the home of our reasoning, morality, and self-regulation becomes dulled and the amygdala, becomes heightened, ready to react, to flee, to fight, or freeze.
Far from a human flaw, this dysregulated state of being is in fact our survival mechanism, it is our body’s brilliant and adapted attempt to survive the ‘unsurvivable’. But even when the danger ends, the body remembers and re-writes and repeats and it seeks what was once so familiar, what we call ‘home’.
This is the foundation of our cellular memory, ‘the body holds the score’ not just of early events, but the emotions that came with them. Shame, fear, abandonment, and hopelessness settle deep into our muscles, the fascia, and come to rest in the cells themselves. Decades after the abuse has stopped, the body echoes of the experiences that shaped us so early in our lives and these memories continue to orient us towards harm, because it cannot yet distinguish ‘safety’ from ‘familiarity’.
What feels ‘safe’ is a replica of what once was. And what feels ‘loving’ may in fact be control, or worse abuse hidden in a cloaked disguise. Within this dense landscape, the mind cannot be trusted to navigate a pathway to healing alone. What feels like a choice may in fact be a compulsion, a simple repetition and re-enactment of the past. And so we must look elsewhere for truth, somewhere deeper, purer, untouched by the narratives of trauma.
There is a place untouched by distortion. A space that doesn’t rationalise abuse or confuse pain with love or repeat a language of distortion that was whispered to us in our early childhood homes. It utters with a soft inner voice and a strong felt sense, one that is universal, loving, ancient and wise. It is the unwavering beauty and truth of the heart.
The heart is not simply a poetic metaphor for an emotion we cannot articulate – it is a neurological reality rich with over 40,000 neurons, it is in actually a brain within itself. This cardiac intelligence allows the heart to perceive, interpret, and guide. When trauma and confusion clouds the mind, the heart speaks with a different clarity one that resonates, rather than ‘reasons’ through clumsy thoughts. And through this divine interoception, and our ability to feel and interpret internal knowing we can begin to reconnect, we can go within and seek truth.
The heart does not offer a road map, but rather a signal, a deep, quiet knowing that pulses beneath thought and fear. It doesn't scream, it hums. It does not force, it invites. And when we learn to listen, really listen, we begin to distinguish clarity and beauty in our own truth. We begin to come ‘home’ to ‘ourselves’.
And there are times that our conditioned minds feel like a dark wilderness of graphic memory and shadow, and the path forward disappears into blackness and fear, the heart remains a guiding light, offering us a way forward, that we were once were unable to navigate.
It offers the light of universal truth, not bound by thought, identity, or 'our story'. Beneath the layers of trauma and adaptation lies a vibration of love that can never be extinguished. It may be buried or obscured, but its light burns endlessly - it is eternal. This long understood truth is echoed across traditions. In Christian mysticism, the heart is seen as the seat of the soul, the place where God whispers. In Buddhism, the heart is not emotion, but compassion, and unwavering accepting presence. Indigenous teachings speak of the heart as a compass, connecting us to all that is; earth, spirit, and community.
Modern science is finally beginning to affirm what the mystics have always known, that the heart’s electromagnetic field is thousands of times stronger than the brain’s. It communicates with the brain, shaping our perceptions and emotions. When we enter a state of heart coherence, the entire body falls into rhythm. We breathe better. We think more clearly. And... we feel whole.
When those of us, who have lived our entire lives in survival mode, begin to truly experience our hearts, we begin to reorient our entire system toward love. And at first, it is terrifying because the conditioned mind protests, this is not what I understand as 'safe' and the body flinches, at what feels inherently unfamiliar. But the heart holds space, it waits and invites us closer, into a space of unconditional love and presence.
We begin to learn from the heart a truth we previously did not comprehend, that love is not pain, and that familiarity - is not real family. The heart becomes an inner homecoming. Our guide that only delivers us beauty through its unwavering, courageous truth. And in this sacred return, we discover something miraculous: as we become truly enlightened. We learn we were never ‘broken’, we are not 'bad' or ‘lost’, we do not need to ‘go anywhere else'... we only had to turn and return within.
The garden of our psyche, once overgrown with the entangled poisonous weeds of fear and shame, begins to grow and bloom. Not because we 'forced it to', but because we finally stopped running away from it. We remained present, we listened, we waited, we observed and in doing so we discovered an inner sanctuary that had always existed.
The heart does not lie. It does not manipulate, or shame us. It does not demand performance nor perfection. It simply invites us in, to its presence. To follow one’s heart is not weakness, it is courage. To live by the heart is not naïveté, it is the greatest wisdom we can ever know.
And so we do not need to 'fix' ourselves, we are not 'broken', and we are never 'lost' because we can always return whenever we need. The heart in its infinite wisdom simply calls to us from within lovingly to ‘come home’.
As we transcend our thoughts and surrender to the profound beauty of the heart we can finally move forward - in love, and in truth. With love, the garden of the psyche, once a wild untamed jungle steeped in danger, can be cultivated into our own inner sanctuary, an ‘eden’, where through our contrast of experience we can grow a true paradise from deep within.
'And so in beauty and in truth - she surrendered, to the divine paradise of her heart...'
