Your Body Is a Piece on the Board of Life

Imagine playing a board Game like Monopoly, for example. Before anything can begin one must choose the piece that represents them in this realm as the avatar of their presence. It is through this and its motions around the spaces indicated that we partake and play. Your body is a piece on the board of life. Comprehend: You, the true playa, the Soul, the Witness are not it but simply that which animates it in order to get around in this Game we’re all playing. How do you relate to the piece of meat that is wrapped around your sentience? Do you like its shape? How it moves? How it looks, feels and does what it does best? Really take a moment and ponder it because the ultimate truth about all of this is that its a fundamental expression of your consciousness made material in order to partake of this Game we’re playing using our Souls as credits.

Granted a lot of people are anxious or stressed or flat out detest their physical vessel. The world as it is plays a large part in this but no concepts are so corrosive as the beliefs you hold about your Self. Take an anorexic, for example. To us she may seem like a bag of bones due to her continual starvation but, inside her head, she is not rail thing but has more in common with a beached whale. What is this if not a personalized version of psychosis that presents its own types of hallucinations to her awareness? If one were to dig, with some guidance, we’d often find a thought, comment or statement from back when that is the root cause of this problem. It can only thrive in the depths of ignorance and this, in turn, begets all types of suffering. Should one wish to delve into their subconscious and come face to face with this Pattern you can choose, if you wish, to relinquish it and recode your internal OS. In the above example the young girl felt an immense pressure to be thin due to a particularly painful end of a relationship that she’d hoped would’ve led to marriage. More than anything else she wanted this man and her time with him was amazing. Things don’t always go as planned as she constantly accused him of looking at other women and during their final argument he flipped and said some things about her body image and various bits that made her feel sensitive. Then he packed his things and dipped, blocked her on all socials, rejected any calls that were coming and left her in an immense state of anguish.

In this situation one most wonder, what came first? The chicken or the egg? When they first met she couldn’t believe someone so strong and attractive would even be interested in such a mess as herself. Initially she was over the moon but then constant doubts kept creeping in and she was certain he’d leave and was cheating as well as countless other topics that buzzed around in her head when he didn’t offer constant reassurances that she was attractive. As you can guess, no man wants to put up with things like this and, after a while, the scales of tolerance tipped into “This is way too much effort” and he let rip with a stream of comments that tore her already beleaguered self image into shreds. She sank into a pit of darkness. “Food had no taste. I felt like the walking dead” she said. In the midst of this funk the baby fat she’d carried around her hips and stomach started to melt and a new concept popped into her head that yelled “Thats it, thats it. Stop eating, fatty. If you could’ve just controlled yourself you wouldn’t have messed up your chance with Mr Perfect. That why he left. Its all due to those lxve handles. Sort it out. You’re a mess”.

This was the birth of a new coping mech which actually had its inception in earlier events and other beliefs that led to her getting into this situation. When we met she looked like she’d been ran ragged and seemed to have more in common with a walking corpse than a young woman who had the potential to be vibrant. In many respects a large part of her awareness was stuck in a hall of mirrors that totally distorted her perceptions and this amplified her suffering as she attempted to control the only thing that made her feel slightly less powerless. Eating.

Together we took a step inside her head and then down to her chest in order to exorcise these demons. In the process I taught her that these thoughts that were things were not truly demons or evil and actually had her best interests at heart as their aim was to get her away from the hopelessness she felt by providing a method of reliving the vast amounts of tension that were built from her continued retreads of old conversations in her head where she said “If only I’d done this or that then things would be different”. Once she let go of these undesirables she found a space in her energetics which allowed the recoding of her internal OS to a point of view that was far more powerful and this, in turn, created a cascade effect in which she began to comprehend the true nature of the problem was her previous way of thinking.

“You know, I’m really grateful for him” she commented at the end of one our sessions. “Truly, I am. Without him and our interaction I never would’ve delved to these depths and found out quite how perfect and beautiful I truly am”. I smiled. Self acceptance is a wonderful thing and from then on she was hearting towards actualizing a far greater potential that she’d previously been ignoring as her energetics were wrapped around a Pattern that was most debilitating.

Everyone has these Patterns within. Everyone. The strange thing is is that no one is born with them. They are gained over time and, like monsters in the closet, they feed on the fears they generate and thus one is trapped in a circle that is most vicious. Should one choose to interject a different type of energetics and ascend this shape takes its true form as an actualized spiral in one takes concrete steps and actions to become the best version of themselves and, as she said:

“I really can’t believe this. Thank you. This is so amazing because I now get that the only difference between “Imperfection” and “I’m perfect” is a little space to breathe and then putting those thoughts into motion. Actually, thats a vitally important topic as well because there has not been one person I met that presented with a problem that could actually in and exhale properly. Life as it stands is built around the constriction of natural impulses. Its how the System is built and what feeds it as the programming started, back when, with commands like “Sit still”. “Look ahead”. “Stop fidgeting” at a time when a childs neural development is still being etched from within and this causes a dampening effect that is further hammered in by wearing ties and collars to choke the neck (with some cuffs thrown in as well) along with a belt around the waist which further limits your breathing. Add in the fact that everyone wants to be thin and thus belly breathing is swiftly defenestrated in exchange for small sips that expand the top of the ribcage, at best. In that respect people thirst whilst being surrounded by an ocean of abundance. Have you ever seen a baby breathing? How that stomach pops out as the chest expands and spine stretches as well? That is true, that is natural. This is a symbol of the most important thing in this realm – Inner Sense – which should be nurtured and protected. Instead its drained and trained to become the human equivalent of a square watermelon but thats a deeper topic. Anything else is a bad habit that you learned via a combination of show and tell mixed in with various things I’ve already mentioned.

“Did you know that weight loss actually occurs with exhalation?” I said at one of our earlier sessions when I was recalibrating her lungs by teaching the Bophadees Breath. “Really? Thats true, is it? I always thought it was…. Erm, actually I don’t know what I thought? Sweat?” she asked, looking hopeful. As she eased into these feels she automatically suppressed the urge to scream and yell. Once she felt comfortable enough to let rip the content of her tones set the way for the next session because all of these belief systems are interlinked. You ever seen that Game from back in the Eighties where there was a plastic column with some sticks in an marbles where the aim was to remove one without the whole thing falling? That is actually a pretty accurate representation of most peoples inner realms and its why they’re scared to death of looking within because they’re barely holding it all in with immense amounts of neuromuscular tension and contractions which cause all types of ills. Back pain, for example, is nearly always linked to past events you’ve never accepted. Stomach ailments are due to traumas (which can be multi generational and thus inherited in ignorance) that haven’t been fully digested and excreted.

Life is, in many ways, a flow and the difference between abundance and radiant health versus folding in upon yourself as a way to avoid further suffering is a cruel mistress who currently whips a large percentage of the population. Most will deny this (marbles and sticks, remember?). Some have, either via guidance or intuition, took the steps upon the Path of Power that is made by walking and the rest, like this poor wretch, will only seek solutions when nothing else has helped and they’re at deaths door so its either time to whizz or get off the toilet.

This type of baggage is, from my lens, the root cause of the human condition as it is at the moment because an immense amount of energetics are invested in self deception when ignorance reigns in your head and you’re totally unaware of your inherent magnificence. Thats why I can’t help but grin at this normalization and championing of fat women with the “Body Positive” rebranding as others who enjoy an extra helping as much as them champion their braveness on the socialist of mediums as it validates them as well. Notice the rage and hate that pours from these same lips when these previously Rubenesque ladies decide to get trim. That speaks volumes, doesn’t it? Ladies, don’t get me wrong, I’m not dissing. Just drawing your attention to whats going on within because, on the opposite end of the scale, I’ve noticed those presenting with cases of wild over indulgence are often attempting to dampen the same yells of complaint from within by excessive eating and overfeeding for the sense of relief it brings. Different results, same Pattern. One of the most interesting things I’ve noticed led to a hypothesis that fat cells are actually used to contain and isolate not only toxins in the physical sense but emotional as well because so much can come to the surface when it isn’t being constantly pushed to depths via various misdirected attempts at psychological regulation.

It a wonderful feeling of liberation when you have unconditional Self acceptance as its akin to a lotus of freshness blooming upon the ocean of filth which was the previous life, unexamined. The System, via its various limbs, will not tell you this nor offer any workable solutions but is quick to push pills and surgical interventions which barely scratch the surface and actually do far more damage within.

After all, the Game is mental so why not take the time to Know thy Self and bring to the surface the true cause of your problems that can (and only ever does) exist within your awareness. Then, and only then, can one truly claim to be a playa in the Game that uses our Souls as credits because that, in turn, opens up piece to a far greater state of resonance to that unfinite aspect that dwells beyond this realm and is actually directing the flesh around the board of the Third Dimension.

Till we meet again