27/10/2026
BEFORE MY MIND HAD WORDS FOR AIR, MY BODY STORED THE TERROR OF DEATH!
In , our work leans on the central vault of the cranium—the sphenoid, the vomer, the ethmoid—acting as a deep archive for our earliest imprints. The vomer, forming the delicate partition of the nasal septum, is intimately tied to our very first entry point of breath.
During my recent masterclass with Etienne, under the gentle hands of my practice partner, Anna, her presence met the fulcrums of my sphenoid and vomer. My nervous system didn’t just remember—it re-enacted!
Without warning, a violent spasm of coughing tore through my throat. I began to choke profusely. My vagus nerve flared in a terrifying surge, firing primitive survival signals through my brainstem as a suffocating weight slammed into my upper chest. Instinctively, my own hand pressed hard against my sternum—desperately searching for a biofeedback anchor.
And then, the implicit memory broke through the tissue: I relived the experience of being resuscitated! It ripped me open into an awareness far beyond words.
This was not a visual thought. It was a raw, visceral wave of confusion immersed in survival and intense fear. Yet, amidst the terror, a pristine clarity pierced through my consciousness. As I struggled for air, a profound question flashed through my mind: IS THIS MY FIRST OR LAST BREATH?
When an infant is born into shock, that pre-verbal panic gets locked into every fibre of tissues. It becomes a lifelong brace, confronting the deepest human fear: I AM NOT GOING TO LIVE!
It was only because of the undeniable depth of the field held by Etienne Etienne Peirsman , coherent with Anna’s Anna Reece relational presence, my body didn’t recoil into shutdown. Her hands didn’t flinch. She trusted my process! My nervous system finally realised it didn’t have to face the deepest terror by itself, rebirthing the truth : RELIVING MY BIRTH GIVES ME AGENCY TO EXIST!
Slowly, the vagal surge crested. The compressed vomer eased. My sternum softened under my hand, and for the first time, that tiny, suffocated baby inside me took a full breath of present-moment safety, releasing quiet tears of return 🕊️