On behalf of Immanence

Immanence is ancient but widely forgotten.

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Immanence is ancient but widely forgotten. In a colonized meaning, it has an inferior quality, like it is a minor thing, but it has to do with entanglement and inter-dependence, with a secret and vital movement of continuous becoming.

Immanence has to do with textures, and feelings amidst a hands-on experience, with all that flows through the body down to the sacred Earth. It has to do with a deep-rooted and elemental divine reality.
Immanence is becoming, and becoming is a verb. It is a self-emerging creation; in my mind appears the image of a thread of light that transforms itself infinitely, without guidance for its eternal creation or destruction. It acts on its account and in reciprocity, responding to its context. Furthermore, it is alive, and it emerges, it transforms. This symbolic image can be transposed to all living systems, open webs of constant emergency, and orchestras without a conductor.

To explore Immanence, her intrinsic melodies, and rhythms, all that is latent and natural, we must reconnect with reality’s innermost nature.
Immanence emanates from the Earth, from its core. Of its ancient and reciprocal relationship with all there is. She is sacred and needs to be remembered, and re-signified, for she speaks in symbols, dreams, imagination, and subjectivity. She speaks through our bellies, within our hearts, and by our intuition.

Immanence involves intimately knowing your place, the ground your feet are standing on. It means knowing its history, origins, patterns, and its future. It means breathing in connection to the Earth, and remembering to slow down and listen.

Immanence has been culturally overthrown for transcendence. 

In a transcendental unfolding, we try to make sense of reality, feeling that going within the dark waters of creation awakes pain, shadows, or grief. We all have so much pain buried in our bones that we do not want to embark on this journey, so we keep going for the light — the well-illuminated paved way. We don’t want the meanders of pain, for there is a lot around in our real life, so why bother?
One way to restore all things sacredness is to acknowledge the cycles, including the cycles of pain and grief, that dwell in our bodies when we decided only to live and go for the light.
We disregard that transcendence alone is a split from the sacred flux of reality. It escapes to the cosmos and its individual expectations, perfect things, harmony, or peace. There is nothing wrong with expecting peace, but we can only attain it, by venturing into the nucleus of things.

Unlike transcendence, Immanence is not acquired or external. It lives in the sacredness of our blood, with the distinctive and peculiar ways of our unique connection to the cosmos core.

Immanence doesn’t work with light or feel illuminated. Immanence works in the depths and the darkness that dwells within, the mysterious negredo that envelops us all, the vast cosmic abyss. It has to do with deep plunges, but not individual ones. A deep dive that reconnects and heals the web of community. These are falls of remembering that work with all the divine energy stored along in the fascinating web of life. 
Immanence recognizes that all being’s core, in its dynamic multiple voices, is the secret layer which she breathes from, exhaling and inhaling her sacredness that dwells inside.

We must crucially remember the path within, the one journey that mends the creation web. If we keep transcending and escaping as we do, we forget the cycles, the breathing, and who we are. We need to urgently remember the path within that heals the interweaving of the universe.