I might have to sell tires after this
May 13, 2025 | By: Kimberly Dam
I know love, the title’s a little ridiculous. But stay with me. Because underneath my flair for the dramatic lies what I feel is Truth.
And Truth? Well, it has a hard time being ignored. Trust me, I tried. Because this Truth is something we don't talk about much — in fact, it goes against much of what we've been taught in the healing/mentoring industry. But the more I walk the path of devotion, the louder it gets:
What if the professionalism we uphold is woven from the very thread of separation we came here to mend? And is this costing all of us our healing?
(Asking while huddling in the corner with Molly and Burger, waiting for an army of healers to storm my very modest coastal castle. 😬😂)
We’ve been taught to maintain emotional neutrality, to manage our expressions, to hold our truth behind some imagined veil of strength and containment. We’re taught that our role is to witness the client, not be moved by them. To guide without being vulnerable. To respond without ever revealing what lives in our own body in that moment.
But what if this is a distortion?
What if healing — true, embodied, soul-level healing — requires us to show up as felt-sensed humans? Fully committed to what is arising in each now moment.
Not over-sharing.
Not projecting.
Not processing our wounds in the space.
But being radically transparent. Vulnerable.
Because here’s the thing we don’t talk about enough... when we are attuned and embodied, we feel our clients.
We feel the weight of their choices.
We feel the presence of their clarity — and the ache when it’s not followed.
We feel the gap between what their soul is asking for and what their ego may still be clinging to.
And when we don’t meet our own feelings in response to that… when we override the Truth rising in us for the sake of being “professional,” we suppress the reflection. We interrupt the field. We choose separation — again.
And what if we are the only person in their life who’s capable of serving the felt-sense fullness of the moment?
What if we are the only one who can offer the embodied presence of “I see you. I feel the consequence of this choice. I’m impacted.”
What if they need to see, hear, feel that reflection?
Because no amount of content online, inspirational quotes, or secondhand wisdom can replace the depth of presence that happens in the room, in the moment, in the body.
When someone brushes up against Truth and then chooses separation, it creates an energetic ripple. And as practitioners, we feel it — even if we’ve been trained to tuck it away behind a calm smile or a quiet nod.
But what if we didn’t?
What if we let that ripple rip?
Pierce through.
Not in a way that shames or controls — but in a way that honors the integrity of the field?
What if the masculine (as it lives in all of us) needs to witness through the other how it impacts the feminine sensorially when it prioritizes logic over love, control over surrender, mind over heart — in real time?
And what if the feminine (as she lives in all of us) needs to witness through the other how her ungrounded expression can sensorially overwhelm, confuse, or even collapse the masculine?
What if part of healing is seeing the consequence of our patterns reflected in another’s body, voice, silence, breath?
And what if we've been taught to numb that very reflection in the name of ethics — when it’s that reflection that could be the key to their healing?
Maybe it’s time to ask:
Who wrote the rules we follow?
And what were they trying to protect?
Because professionalism, as it’s currently practiced, often protects the ego. It protects comfort. It protects control.
But Truth?
Truth protects the soul.
And the soul isn’t interested in being comfortable — it’s interested in being free.
To be clear... this isn’t an invitation to collapse boundaries.
It’s an invitation to dissolve the illusion that our feelings must stay out of the space in order for it to remain “safe.”
Because real safety isn’t found in suppression.
It’s found in presence.
In coherence.
In union with what is.
When a practitioner feels deeply — and allows that feeling to be known, even subtly — something happens in the field. A deeper reflection is offered. The veil lifts. The moment expands. And that expansion becomes an invitation.
Not a demand.
Not a directive.
Just an invitation.
To choose Truth.
To choose love.
To choose union over separation.
So, perhaps, break out of the path of performative professionalism.
Embrace the path of radical embodiment.
Play with it. It's not for everyone.
But if it’s for you — you already know:
You’re not here to play a role.
You’re not here to reflect only the parts that feel good.
You’re here to offer your whole self in devotion to Truth.
And when you do — you become the clearest mirror, not of the self, but of the Sacred.
A vessel through which God sees itself clearly.
And in that clarity, the field shifts.
Not through force.
Not through fixing.
But through the quiet, radiant intelligence of Love remembering itself.
Because when God sees God —
everything realigns to serve that knowing.
This is the holy work.
The kind that frees us all.
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Did you feel something stir while reading? Good. Let it rise. Let it ripple out, knowing you’re not alone. This is sacred territory we’re touching, and I welcome the voice of your soul in it. If you’re ready to explore this depth together, to lean into truth with devotion and courage, I’d be honored to walk beside you. You can learn more about working with me here.
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