The We Factor

Chapter 11 – EMBRACING THE PHYSICAL

I had a dream last night. The world was ending. We had confirmed it with our computers. The stench of technology lay heavy in the air.

I pushed back from my keyboard and looked out the window. I knew within the next several minutes I would see a bright flash and be instantly pushed out of my body to more familiar territory. It was an astronomical catastrophe approaching through space to end our planet.

Wrapped within the reality of the dream, the strongest sensation I remember was a sense of unimaginable relief. I was leaving this difficult place and going Home. The turmoil would end – there was no doubt.

How could it have come to such a hopeless moment that our planet’s destruction was all that would resolved it? How could such a hollow existence have taken over? Why would such a beautiful planet have to vaporize? My waking self felt a deep sadness in this prospect.

As the Sunday unfolded, clarification slowly seeped in as I put attention on my senses. As I sat in the comfort and support of my meditation room, I noticed deadness in my limbs. There was heaviness in me. My body felt distant and in stasis.

My days had been filled with a demanding full-time job that seemed out of harmony with my heart. The sales of our first book had begun to fall off, as the time to spend spreading the word seemed less available. My enthusiasm to set up speaking engagements and book signings that produced no lasting momentum had waned.

How could I have managed to fall so completely under the spell of my human-side? How could I have disconnected so completely from the wise guidance in my heart? How could I have distanced myself so thoroughly from quietly listening?

I sat with these compelling questions on my mind as I reached into the velvet bag holding runes. The one finding my hand was pulled to show me the symbol for “Surrender.”

Surrender. The simplicity and magnitude of this word have always amazed me. To surrender to the sureness of the energetic guidance in each moment – and flow with it willingly – is all we are ever asked to do. It is the truth of our Beingness. And yet to do this violates every law we have been trained to accept by our human conditioning.

Ah, our sweet human-side. It walks with such guile and stealth that we fail to notice its pulling ourselves from our balance. So slowly, so adept at switching our focus.

Bit by bit we fall back under its influence alone, finding the illusion of obstacles in our life overwhelming. We mentally struggle to control and arrange events to relieve our distress. And all our spirit-side does is smile and wait.

These moments remind me of the television commercial where the awakened one slaps their forehead soundly and says brightly, “I could have had a V-8!”

So where were we when I became so embroiled in the illusion of CANNOTs that my soul slept? Oh yes, a chapter titled “Embracing the Physical.” Well embrace it we will. However it will be on our terms, with balance and awareness and joyous laughter. Nice try dear human-side, but no cigar.

We chose to come here – to this physical dimension – to this beautiful planet. No one twisted our arms. We could have rejected the idea if it did not fit us. But it did fit us. We are here. Each and every embodied energetic Being, flailing around in the wavelets of their own adventure.

We bump into each other, and continue to tread the waters that so wondrously reflect our progress. We gasp for air, and draw in the life-giving oxygen as well as elemental energetic particles of every Being who has come here before us. We submerse ourselves here in the fullness of it.

This is our gift to ourselves for having stepped into the skin of our physical bodies. And all of it lies before us, breathlessly waiting for the shifts in our personal energy to dynamically cause its form to be received and recreated. That, which we dread from the illusion of our human-side, gladly fashions itself into the form most needed from the wisdom of our spirit-side. Can you dig it?

Our Body
It is by no means certain that we will find comfort along our way. This is not the promise we were given. Yet in all that unfolds so flawlessly, we will receive what we need.

Sometimes our understanding falls short. Yet it is not our understanding that our life requires. It is only our commitment to willingly experience that which forms as our life evolves.

Now we will look into the physicality that surrounds us most intimately. This fleshy encasement that makes rude noises and smells at the least opportune moment. This incredibly complex functioning system that astounds and perplexes the medical community.

We are born into it. It forms to support our soul’s Essence in this third-dimensional place. And this job it does incredibly well.

Playtime comes when we least expect. In fact playtime comes more often than our stodgy ego will admit. This playtime exists in every moment, as the energetic environment in which we are moving, enchants the energies resident in our physical body into duets of choices.

It is as if we ride around in a Trojan Horse, beguiling all who look upon us into preconceived ideas about who we are. Our looks precede us. Any obvious infirmities color the reaction of those around us. Even we fall into misconceptions about ourselves, fueled by the physical appearance standards rampant in our society.

Yet with all of the attention given our body, we fail to see it. We look idly upon it, believing our discernment captures its truth. However, the rules and standards given from our earliest days limit the clarity we allow our vision to capture.