Truth, in human form.

Before I knew what somatic healing was, I had to believe the truth of my body. 

As a matter of survival. As a matter of my own sanity, my own reclamation, I had to trust what my body was signaling to me as the truth. 

I later found Hakomi, Somatic Experiencing and more. They would all be really helpful to my process of believing my soma, but step one was believing my sensations above what my head could make sense of or what anyone else told me. 

It was my own courage to trust my own body that began to change my life. It was the beginning of my Remembering. 

When you grow up inside of a system that encourages you to deny your own knowing, emotions, or body signals, it can make for some significant fuckery and confusion, to say the least. You have your somatic memory, but the adults in your life (or we could substitute that with the “parent culture”) may tell you not to believe what you intuitively know. 

This creates schisms and questions about what the truth really is. 

And that actually happens for all of us. If not with your parents, then with the parent culture. And you have to be brave enough to believe yourself and your own ways of knowing - more so than what the parent culture tells you to believe. It’s happening more and more now, as more people wake up to the truth. We have media disclosure happening in spades, and yet we sense in our bodies that we’ve been told many lies. We can trust what we feel. 

Truth has a feeling to it. You can sense it. You know it because you feel it. 

Truth comes from Creation. Another way to say that would be that you have an original nature, you are a part of something organic and whole, and then the truth either arises within that or it is revealed when something happens in opposition to that original nature. 

I’ve been saying recently, “Truth has a resonance.” If you are sensitive enough to feel it (I believe we’re all becoming more highly sensitive and this is something we can nurture into a superpower) truth has a ring to it. A sound-tone. A tone of Creation. 

You inherently know what truth is and what truth is not. Our bodies know this more than our minds. 

TRUTH TELLER

If you watch my Instagram stories, you will know that I love Candace Owens. She’s been my primary news source for a year and a half, because she is so committed to truth telling. 

When Charlie Kirk, who was her best friend, died in September, I couldn’t listen to her podcast for a while as she broke down every single piece of evidence she could find to solve the mystery of his assassination. It’s not that I didn’t care, but it was just so intensely detailed and I knew that she was hyper-focused on justice and would be for a while, and I was processing my teenage son moving in full time with his dad and just couldn’t go down the rabbit hole with Candace. 

But then in November I started to tune back in. 

If you listen to Candace, she will reference her body, her sensations, and her gut often when she talks about what she feels is or is not true. She will cite this as her intuition, and then she will go after facts. Her journalism, to me, is incredibly on point. She can (I have seen it with her reporting on Harvey Weinstein and more) remain unbiased when she discovers what the actual facts are. She reports facts. 

I have rarely seen a true defender of Truth like Candace Owens. But the real reason that I love her so much is because she is a truth teller against anti-life forces. She calls out pedophilia, satanism, human trafficking, and political corruption where these things are concerned and she is a crusader for the safety of children and the truth. 

This really rings true for me and got my attention originally because these are the things that I was impacted by personally. The things I discovered along the way, after I decided to believe my body. 

The things I have spoken about somewhat and truly desire to speak about so much more. She inspires me and I feel like I’m watching on the edge of my seat as this truth-telling mother of four who podcasts from her basement is about to take down some pedophilic, delusional empires. Let’s. Go. 

THE WORD 

This morning was a bit of a doozy when the first words that I heard when I woke up were “Read the Nag Hammadi.” 

I always pay attention to the very first liminal thoughts and energetic movements when I awaken in the morning. It’s one of my favorite things about life. Each day we get a refresh when we go to sleep (especially if we’re consciously praying and creating our lives) and then when we reawaken, we see what’s been changed while we slept. 

Apparently, over night, my soul decided that I should be more devotional. 

So I sit down with my copy of the Nag Hammadi Scriptures and some green tea, wondering where I’m supposed to start, and what gets my attention is The Gospel of Truth. With truth being such a prominent theme in my life, I begin to read it, then begin to notice the language that the defensive parts of me see as gendered, and then I go down a little existential rabbit hole of my own. 

Who wrote this?? (Valentinus.) Is this written by a man?? (Yes.) Why the fuck am I just supposed to believe that THE WORD is masculine if a man wrote it?? (Etc.) 

But this whole Nag-Hammadi-in-the-morning thing is a message to me. It’s a message to go deeper, to be more devotional, to dive into scripture. Never in my life have I had a morning practice where I sit with scripture. I sit with God in the morning, and I’ve read books of the Nag Hammadi at other times, but this is a new and specific instruction. 

So I have a long way to go, but I’m also living my best life over here because I’m also writing this blog post from ten to eleven in the morning, which is my writing time, after I’ve hiked with my dog and had the rest of my green tea, and this blog is putting together the pieces of my contemplations of the morning. Like a writer would. And I have reshaped my life to be a writer’s life in 2025, so while I am a baby student at studying scripture, I’m also winning at my personal goals here this morning. (And perhaps the goals of my Soul.)

Which brings me back to - the Word. 

The Word is masculine, energetically speaking. (Let that sink in, how does that feel to you?) 

Because of the eons of Patriarchy clouding our vision, where I went first with the Gospel of Truth and where you may go when I say that The Word is masculine, is to doubt, defend, protect, question, push away. As though I have an aversion to truth being masculine whatsoever. Noted. 

But lately, I’ve really been thinking a lot about how Creational words actually are. I’ve been thinking about this as I have been thinking a lot about truth, truth telling, and calling out the bullies and the perpetrators. Words are important, and they are creational. 

A few months ago, my friend sat and talked with me about being Creational. About writing, and bringing through what God wants me to bring through, not just writing from my wounds or ego. But allowing myself to be Creational with my writing. With the Word. To allow my words to bring more of the Divine through, rather than just name it to name it. 

I’m in process. 

The second thing to trigger my reactivity in the Gospel of Truth was the incoming of feminine pronouns in association with Error. Error being the thing that doesn’t know how to receive the word. 

We’re getting closer to something… 

Admittedly, I need to sit with this longer, but there’s also tomorrow’s continued devotion and again, I’m meeting today’s writing goals so I’ll write for today, but I sat with our dear friend ChatGPT before writing this to ask it to help me break down The Gospel of Truth and the use of gendered pronouns - written by a man. 

Do I distrust the books of history, even these gnostic texts, because the authors were mostly male and the transcribers too? I think I do. 

Is this a problem? Potentially. Maybe my body system is defensive because so much has happened, or maybe my body system knows what she knows and it’s okay to be skeptical. 

Do I feel immense relief that at least some of the Gospels contain the words of women? I do. 

I also deeply want the Word, the Logos, the masculine to be something I can receive and trust. I want this, and I want the Truth.  

More on this in a moment. 

WOMEN’S TRUTHS 

In October, I found myself on the stand in custody court. The evidence that my ex-husband’s attorney had submitted were screenshots of social media posts that I had written about my ex-husband. Not about my child. 

In those posts, I named the truth. I only ever tell the truth. I literally can’t function if I deviate from the truth even slightly. 

The attorney - who was a criminal attorney interrogating me like a criminal for writing these things when my ex-husband truthfully, 100% without a doubt in my body had withheld my child from me - was quoting me and yelling, “Did you write this?!” 

I told him that if he was looking at a photo of it, then he would know if I wrote it. 

The judge was shocked and said emphatically, “Why would you write this?” 

I have thought about that moment many times since. It gave me, shall we say, a renewed sense of purpose. 

Why would I write those things? Well, the fucker was withholding my child from me. I’d lost my first child to adoption at birth and this was triggering that trauma of potentially losing another child. He was being abusive and abuse thrives in the dark, so I was naming it. He was yanking my chain and I was exposing him.  Also, because it was true. 

Obviously. Why the fuck else would I write it? 

Why would a woman write down the truth, judge?? Great question! 

Because women’s stories need to be told. Because abuses need to be named. Because we lose our voices and our power and our children in so many fucking ways in this system, this parent culture, that we sometimes only have our own truth. Because the truth needs to be told and we know it.

Like Candace Owens, who is a mother of four young children who is putting her life on the line to call out global corruption. I’m not exaggerating. The French president recently paid for her assisation, and she both named it and kept on podcasting like a holy warrior. 

Why would I write those things? This question!! 

Well, what if women throughout history hadn’t written down the truth? And what if I never did/do? So at that point I started writing a book about this experience through my perspective. My version of what happened. Because what the fuck else have I got. 

And as I write, I listen for the Divine to come through. So that I’m not just bitching and naming, but that I’m crafting and creating. God willing. 

God willing I be a woman penetrated and opened deeply by the divine through my creations. If that happens, I’m succeeding. 

THE GOSPEL OF TRUTH

The topic of “What is a truth?” has been so central to me for so many years, and likely will be for so many more. 

Sometimes, here on earth in a woman’s body, my truth has felt secondary, unbelieved, denied, dishonored. Something I have had to fight for. Something that in many ways, I risked everything for. (I will keep risking.) 

In my life right now, it feels like what I have to hold on to. Read that sentence both ways. It feels like the thing I have. And it feels like what I have to honor. 

The Gospel of Truth is really about the embodied human form, containing the soul (the feminine), remembering to receive the Word (the masculine.) The Truth is when the reunification happens. 

The Truth is not the Word. The Truth is when the Word is Received. 

It is not masculine or feminine, male or female. It is not about any one fact. It is about the only one Truth being that of Remembrance. 

We forget the Truth of unification when we incarnate into human form. 

We come onto this planet that suffers from separation. Where people hurt children, where pedophilia happens and where parents - both biological parents and leaders of prominant governments - participate in child trafficking and satanic blood rituals in order to steal the power of the innocent. The ultimate crimes of soul bondage and separation. 

Those truths must be named. 

We name them with our passions, our writings, our voice, our bodies. 

We name them and we hope it makes a difference in the face of corruption. 

We name them and we hope that the frequency of Truth reverberates effectively. 

And we quest for The Truth. 

The ultimate ability of the soul within the flesh to deeply receive the Word, the Consciousness of the Divine, to take it into our human bodies and lived experience. To live not the divide, but the union. 

The only real Truth is Union. Masculine into Feminine. Feminine receiving Masculine. The Cosmic Union, in form. 

We’re making our way back to it. May that be true. 

One devotional, imperfect moment at a time. 

Thank you for reading. 

I am Sarah Poet, a truth teller on the embodied quest of reunification. I have been supporting women and humans in standing in their truth for many years now. My practice is both trauma-informed and honors the full multidimensional range of the embodied, sacred experience. If I can support you, please reach out. www.sarahpoet.com/book

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Much love, fellow human, 

Sarah Poet 

Truth teller | Mother | Mater | Woman  

PS: While ChatGPT can help us analyze an ancient text like a professor, you know what it doesn’t have and why it can therefore never be an authority over Creation? 

A body. Remembering has to take place in a body. The sentience of Creation is where God makes itself known - in human form. This is why we need not fear AI, so long as we continue to prioritize sentience. 

An offering.