blog beginning.. the arrival
Absolutely. Here’s the beginning all together, ready to sit with. We can keep refining or adding as needed, but this gives a solid foundation for the post. I’ve also marked a place to start unpacking the rest of it when you're ready.
The Arrival
It usually starts at the edge of my awareness.
Not physical exactly—more like a low, deep pressure that feels like it knows me.
It’s not random. It has presence. Agency.
It doesn’t speak, but sometimes it feels like we’re having a conversation—one I don’t hear with words, but feel in my gut, in my bones.
Instant. Beyond language. Like it’s reaching in and showing me something I already knew but had forgotten.
And when I’m turned on—really turned on—it moves closer. Like it’s been circling, waiting, and now the door’s open.
No fanfare. No dramatic takeover. Just this quiet, inevitable shift.
I stop resisting, and Beast is already there. I don’t remember crossing the line—I just realize I’ve crossed it.
Other times, it’s more of a rush.
When I’m in motion, pushing my body hard—lifting, sweating, grinding through the ache—there’s a point where it stops being about effort.
It becomes power.
And in that moment, Beast hits fast.
Adrenaline, endorphins, ego, instinct—all fusing into something electric.
It’s not like I become him.
It’s like I remember I already am—even though he is other.
Because I am his.
And he is mine
