Is it coincidence that we tend to weigh more in the latter part of the day than in the morning? Some nights I tend to feel ‘heavy’ as in dense and burdened like a tree full of fruit. I weigh myself and see I’ve gained 3 or 4 pounds. That’s a lot of overripe fruit. How could I have gained that much in the last ten hours or so? Sure, I eat through the day, sometimes more than I’d like but not 4 pounds worth. Could it be that all of the ‘weighted’ emotional events that occurred throughout the day have weighed me down? “I give” sometimes from all the exerted pressures and that allows the heavy, low vibrations to emanate, making my body denser.
Typically we’re light on our feet after a good night’s rest. We are fresh as the dew. Our physical bodies haven’t been awake long enough to think about the past or future let alone what we are about to do in the next thirty minutes (still the future). We wake in the ‘present’ and experience our ‘LIGHT’ energy which is always present and can be realized when we become conscious of it.
At the crack of our dawn our burdens haven’t yet materialized wholly enough to crowd our minds and fill our bodies with the toxic emotions which in turn weigh us down by nightfall.
If we were to keep an ‘AIR’ about us, imagine the goodness that would be felt in cleansing and rinsing. Let the density of your emotions rise and fall from you in grace. Then go and roll (like the grain and the wave) and be not affected by the events of your day. Come out with sword in hand and swathe our energy around every low vibration until it has been dissipated.
This morning I woke about 7. The moon was setting and dawn was ready to break. The last shade of tinted light had not yet unveiled to reveal the morning light. The atmosphere is surreal. A warm moist breeze rustles a few leaves and the doves begin cooing and bobbing their heads.
As my body started coming more into the physical and I started ‘thinking’, peace left in a hurry. Right about when I began to argue with my analytical self as to the best time to leave for the beach. Do I leave now, thirty minutes from now or wait an hour? The time I leave would affect my return, of course, but I, also, must consider the tide and the heat of the sun. I then began pacing and scolding myself for wasting precious time and continuing to analyze everything.
When I came to my senses I threw down the weight of the argument and left. I wanted to write about the effects of sludge in our systems and how they can make us physically ill and perhaps even weigh more. Feeling quite light on my feet this morning reminded me of that. Instead, I started a debate and the more the topic of when I should leave was discussed the more frustration I created. After an hour I was already starting to feel a whole lot heavier.
Even during my beach excursion I couldn’t keep my thoughts still. I walked hard and fierce and released all of the nervous tension I now had to expend which gave the illusion that I was still ‘light on my feet’. Quoting Thoreau in Walking: “I am not where my body is, -I am out of my senses. What business have I in the woods (or beach), if I am thinking of something out of the woods? I suspect myself, and cannot help a shudder, when I find myself so implicated even in what are called good works”.
One more way of weighing yourself down is by beating yourself up. Self-sabotage is one of the extreme heavyweights. It is an extension of the ego which wants to keep you safe and glued to the world you’ve become accustomed to.
The ego proclaims, “this is right and true and we must defend the old ways; don’t throw those bags out yet, they are full of useful information and past experiences that will guide you in the right direction”…. and so on.
How considerate of the ego (insert sarcasm here) to do this for us regardless of the higher risks involved when self-sabotage, fear and doubt are present.
Ego reiterates, “If we have to bring up more fear and doubt to keep you analyzing and thinking on whether to change things up or not, so be it – and then we’ll let you beat yourself up for conjuring those impossible dreams, there’s stability here in this old carved-out wagon trail”.
Talk about self-sabotage. Stability can only be found on your own path.
Do not fear, for we are not lost to that energy. Stop breathing life into it and feel with your heart. “Breathe into the light”. “The breath is the connector.” (I have heard energy workers use these phrases). They are good to remember at all times.
Regardless of the shame, the heart never fails and loves wholly and unconditionally, especially when we suffer and feel poor. It knows if we follow, we will become light on our feet and our troubles will weigh no more than a feather. Gift the heart. Listen and follow the inspiration it presents to you. Feel lighter for paving your own way through this earth. Let your heart hold you spellbound. Choose that magic instead.
Returning from the beach, the energy still flowed coarsely through me and so I did the obvious. I plunged into the garden to ‘ground’ myself.
There was a bumblebee, the first one I’d seen since I’d been in my father’s garden in August. He was thoroughly enjoying the flowers and he appeared plump, like a brute, compared to the skinny wasps and the physically fit honeybees flitting about.
As he pollinated, not a single stem quivered. Now that is light. His body curled under him when he drank. He hovered and dipped without causing any waves. He knew his path and he was on it, light as a feather. He left no tracks behind because he carried no baggage.
We walk around and as sure and as fast as sometimes our problems get solved there are new ones culminating in our great minds. Other times we just resist and suppress and save our aggravations for a rainy day. And sometimes we let them go in desperation hoping they won’t come back to haunt us.
Have we become addicted to ‘having problems and issues’ in our lives? Can we just not be still and observe happenings and events as experiences, whether good or bad, and not give them any meaning? The streets and our homes are littered with negatively-charged trash. We have to step over it and go around it daily. It is amazing that we are ever able to make a path for ourselves at all.
I can close my eyes and see the streets scattered with this negative energy. There are multitudes of layers and places where it is so deep you can drown in it.
The key is the light, the other side of the coin, the positive end. The more light you discharge in the form of thought and action, even thought alone, is so powerful and can cut like glass through an alley full of muck and tears.
I walk through my small meadow and my thoughts stir up thousands of whiteflies, leafhoppers and sharpshooters. The effect is the airy layer above the ground vibrating in harmony. They don’t run into each other and they know exactly where they are going and for what purpose. They know of one path and are delighted to follow it.
We, too, can circulate and vibrate as light as air above our earth as if we were a bee or a butterfly. Know where you are going and let your intuition and inspiration get you there.
Many times after meditating or receiving a blessing of grace I feel so very, very tall especially if I was outdoors. I would feel 5 inches taller than normal! Sometimes I’d even find myself looking down to see if I had changed my shoes. It’s an extraordinary point of power to feel not only lighter but taller within that light.
Shed a few pounds of remorse and fear and weigh in and see if you don’t feel any lighter.
