The price of awakening
There is something sacred about this cactus. But it does require a blood sacrifice.
Not cruelty. Not violence. Something deeper.
A willingness to give something of yourself to awaken something greater.
I pin my pointing finger on one of the needles of the cactus.
Ow.
It starts to bleed. I smear the needle with the blood.
The cactus drinks. Not the liquid. The intention. The willingness. The sacrifice.
And then something shifts. Not in the desert. In consciousness itself.
The cactus becomes aware. Or perhaps I become aware of its awareness.
The boundary dissolves. Observer and observed merge into something new.
What is sacrifice in the realm of consciousness?
• Giving up the illusion of separation • Releasing the need to control • Offering vulnerability for transformation • Trading safety for awakening
The blood is not the point. The willingness is everything.
After the sacrifice, the cactus responds.
A book appears. Questions can be asked. Answers emerge from the sand.
But first, you must be willing to bleed.