Being cool is not cool

Dear ones,

Today has been a day where thought currents, after a weekend full of social events, mix with the energy of the forgotten.
A weekend that gives voice and memory to our deads, where we celebrate them within an atmosphere charged with mysticism, desire, euphoria, fantasy, fervor, and overflowing celebration.
All of that intertwines with the mundane interactions we each wear in the realm of the living.

A very powerful realization hit me: our planet is transparent.

That’s why we sometimes act from pretend versions of ourselves.
Not because we don’t know who we are, but because we confuse belonging with being.

Our emotions, our attitudes, reality itself… everything is exposed.
The constant search for clarity in what we experience becomes a mirror that reflects something uncomfortable:
we are the ones who place a veil of blindness over our eyes.

A kind of special lens for each situation: to soothe, to intensify, to alter, or to distort our perception.
We seek clarity, but at the same time we avoid it. We create filters so we don’t feel too much, so we don’t see too deeply.

At one of the parties, a dear friend —a public figure by profession— moved between different social groups.
She is a magnet, a connector. She brought all these groups together, and something very evident happened: most of them had nothing in common, and there was no way to make it cohesive; if anything, it was uncomfortable.
At least that’s how some of us perceived it.

And what I want to deconstruct is this: many of us are not living from our authenticity.
We use different masks to survive, to obtain that dose of acceptance, that tireless desire to belong, to be seen, loved, celebrated.
We seek to fill that essential void, because if we don’t, it feels as if our own worth is at stake.

That is the great lie sustaining the modern world: industries, relationships with others and with ourselves keep us as eternal prisoners of external validation.
Consumption and connection turn into dopamine hits that soothe— but only in the short term.
Interactions at this event felt like a theater play: actors in different roles, masks hiding flaws and fears.
Egos navigating with subtle veils to assert their value, protecting themselves from the terrifying sensation of not being accepted or considered valid.

I wonder: what would happen if we accepted that we don’t have to be liked by everyone?
That we don’t need to belong?
That self-acceptance is a radical act that begins within us —and only within us— and the rest can move however it wants?

What if the true revolutionary act were being at peace with having nothing to prove?
And that if no one is in tune, being with yourself is enough.
That is what truly fills the cup.

And that’s what my first practice with the group Alma en Movimiento was about, an art-therapy encounter, a bridge toward authenticity.
All these tools and artistic modalities are a vehicle, a bridge toward that pleasurable feeling of being at ease with who you are, of feeling safe with what you express and what you release.
It is a space where that is allowed, celebrated, admired.
The more space you give yourself to create, the fewer fears, insecurities, doubts… and the more capacity you have to enjoy, play, and feel full.

The class had a very particular flow.

We began by freeing the body with jumps, vibrations, tremors—releasing memories, stress, and stagnant emotionality from our most subtle layers.
We warmed the vibrational body, and once it understood that it is a chest full of experiences —often not even ours— we began to inhabit it with sovereignty, fluidity, and desire.

The focus of this first phase was activating the root chakra: Mulādhāra, which means root foundation.
Its element is earth and its verb is I have.
It governs feet, legs, bones, and the large intestine: everything that supports us in the material world.
By activating it through tremors, bouncing, and contact with the ground, we remind the body that it has the right to exist, to occupy space, to be here.

From there we ascended to our second energetic point: Svadhisthana, the sacral chakra.
Its element is water and its verb is I feel.
It governs the belly, pelvis, genitals, kidneys, bladder, and circulatory system: our waters, where desire, pleasure, and creativity live.
Here the practice focused on the pelvis and hips, with open and closed movements that stretched and adjusted our center.
It is where duality appears—creation, polarity, yin and yang, feminine and masculine. They contain each other; they need each other.
We released not only our own memories, but the inherited ones as well.

The body becomes a tool for self-knowledge, a compass guiding us toward the deepest part of our being.
Our energetic points open and enter a cycle of renewal and activation, creating space for uninhibition, pleasure, and presence.

When the body trusts and desire awakens, a third phase appears: I create.

In this phase we worked with physical theater.
We used our hand as the mask we wear in daily life: exaggerating the expression of removing it, loving it, hating it, wanting to take it off and not being able to… until finally burying it.
We over-acted until we saw how ridiculous and important it was.
And when it lost power, only the real thing remained: authenticity, the freedom to be yourself with nothing to hide and nothing to prove.
For some, it was difficult; for others, deeply liberating.

After that opening, the group entered a sound and movement journey.
We explored sensuality as an act of sovereignty: allowing ourselves the pleasure of existing in our body.

We opened ourselves to touch.
To sexual movement.
To childlike movement.
To the primal, the ancestral.
To the ridiculous, the absurd, the uncomfortable.
Everything that shapes us.

We entered the body more and more.
The rhythm energized us.
And suddenly, we felt it: inhabiting the body is delicious.
There is condensed energy there, available.
The body is a tool of liberation.

The group was made up of women, and something magical happened, something for which I feel deeply honored: every single woman reached a state of release, pleasure, and expansion.
We flowed.
Vitality became visible.
The spirit rose, and the mind stopped thinking and simply was.

I believe it is immensely important to question how we are truly participating in our day-to-day lives.
How honest we are with ourselves.
To look for escape routes, because we live extremely conditioned.

Movement and the language of the body are powerful allies.

I hope to continue bringing more of these practices, to support each other in living with transparency and community.
A space where differences do not separate us, where the false sense of distance dissolves.

When you learn to see yourself with compassion, you can see the other.
You realize they are not different from you; that we share the same essence.

I invite you to soften your gaze.
To touch yourself with tenderness.
To feel your body.

With immense love,
I say goodbye for now.