Whisper #17When Peace Becomes a Comfortable Lie

Disembodiment isn’t confusion.
It isn’t trauma.
It's worse than being in your head.

It’s avoidance that learned how to sound clean.

It shows up as good vibes only.
As we’re all love.
As I don’t engage with negativity.

Not because darkness isn’t there
but because engagement would cost something.

This is how disembodiment hides now.
Not in dissociation,
but in composure.

Not in chaos,
but in curated calm.

You can hear it in the phrases people reach for:

“I’m staying neutral.”
“I don’t want to add negativity.”
“I’m protecting my peace.”

Peace that depends on silence isn’t peace.
It’s withdrawal.

This creates a bubble
where everything revolves around
lmy process,
my healing,
my truth
until reality becomes inconvenient.

Call it egospiritual insulation.

Inside it, concern becomes selective.
Compassion narrows.
Responsibility gets reframed as “low vibration.”

Healing doesn’t make you fragile.
It makes you available.

If what you call healing makes you more self-referential,
more offended by reality,
more focused on protecting your inner state

that’s not embodiment.
That’s self-absorption with a spiritual accent.

Another version sounds like this:

Nobody knows the hell I survived.

Maybe true.
Still not the point.

Survival doesn’t grant moral exemption.
Pain doesn’t excuse absence.
What you went through doesn’t determine how you show up now.

Embodiment doesn’t float above reality.
It enters it.

It shows up in what you don’t ignore.
What you refuse to stay silent about.
What you’re willing to risk.

If your practice only works
when nothing is asked of you,
it isn’t grounding.

It’s insulating.

If your calm collapses the moment truth is inconvenient,
that calm was never embodied.

It was controlled.

Disembodiment doesn’t live in sensation.
It lives in omission.

In what you don’t say.
In what you don’t stand for.
In what you quietly step around
while calling it peace.

If this feels uncomfortable, good.

What you do with that
is no longer a matter of healing.

It’s a matter of choice.

With Love & Stillness,
Saf