🜃 The Inner Sacraments: Baptism & Communion Within
Curator’s Note
For the woman who has prayed in temples, churches, and circles and is now remembering that the holiest altar is inside her own body. This remembrance collapses the distance between God and form. The sacraments were never meant to be earned; they were always meant to be lived.
The Inner Sacraments
During a field session, while tears poured and grief moved through me, I found myself whispering:
“The baptism and the communion are within.”
It felt like a direct remembering, what religion externalized, my body revealed as an inner reality.
The sacraments were never meant to be performed for us. They are technologies of the soul, already encoded in our bodies, waiting to be remembered.
Baptism Within
Baptism isn’t water poured by another.
It’s the inner flood that rises when grief opens the gates.
Every tear is holy water. Every surrender, a submersion into truth.
When the body releases, when the ache unclenches, when the sob breaks open, the old weight dissolves.
This is baptism: renewal not from outside authority, but from the waters that live within your being.
You are not being washed clean of sin. You are being remembered into wholeness.
Communion Within
Communion isn’t a wafer on the tongue or wine in a chalice. It’s the moment you allow yourself to taste your own aliveness to feel Spirit feeding you from the inside out.
When breath moves freely through the chest, when the current rises in the spine, when the voice opens and sound emerges unfiltered, this is communion. It’s the union that follows baptism. When you’ve wept enough to make space for God, you become the cup that overflows.
The Throat as Temple Gate
Much of this remembering has been happening through my throat the place where truth and fear meet.
Each cough, sound, or tremor that escapes during session feels like an ancient gate re-opening.
The throat was once the bottleneck, the dam of expression, where truth was silenced and God was translated into language that no longer carried power. Now it’s becoming both river and bread, the flood that clears, and the current that nourishes.
When the throat opens, communion and baptism meet as one living sacrament.
The Reclamation
The church rituals were always meant to be mirrors.
They were never meant to replace the living experience, only to point us back to it.
Somewhere along the way, they became externalized, and holiness was relocated outside the body.
But the true temple never left.
It was only forgotten beneath layers of shame, fear, and separation.
The feminine is now remembering:
The body is the altar. Emotion is the offering. Presence is the prayer.
Living Codes
Your grief is baptism. Every tear is holy water.
Communion happens in the ordinary every breath that allows God to move through you.
The sacraments you once sought in ritual have always lived inside your form.
The holy does not descend from above; it awakens from within.
Your body is the temple. Your essence is the bread and wine.
You are already initiated.
Embodiment Affirmation
Every time I cry, I am baptized.
Every time I surrender, I commune.
My body is the temple.
My essence is the bread and wine.
My breath is the prayer.
