Liberating obligation through body wisdom

It's clear that it's easy enough to hear (and answer) the call when my body speaks to me loudly. Priority one messages. In general, the clearest, best calls come through my body - it's my biggest and strongest antenna for communicating with Spirit and life.

But at the tail end of my third bout with the pandemic virus, I see a noticeable difference in the way that I relate to (and am kind with) myself when I am sick or having an intense body experience versus when my body functions and feels relatively normally.

During each experience of the virus, when I was too sick to barely get out of bed at all somedays, or even during, especially, the first two days of my monthly menstruation, it is clear to everything in my multi-bodied system that this is a sacred time. It's a time of love, of compassion, of gentleness. And it's also a time of magic and mystery and even passion.

Most particularly, and most significantly to my current operating mechanisms, it's a time of no obligations, where the cords appear to be cut on all that which I name as duty or responsibility. Obligation. During this time, it is clear that any actions I take are self-inspired, sourced from my own joy, passion, pleasure. I move serving the Self which lives as, for, and through my Highest Good. It is careful, delicate, intentional service to my self-authority to the utmost.

And yet, there is separation still in this overall lifetime between this highly profound "temple state," as it sometimes feels, and the majority of my days. Usually, the ties of obligations are unshakable, even if they are born out of love or passion, and the movements of my Joy Journey must face a persistent heaviness that I usually concede I don't have energy for.

But here I am now, in another gift of one such occasion, and the choice seems clear to be inspired by this time - to let it move me, let its light be shined upon my fears, let it illuminate my present opportunities.

Sometimes, in my average day-to-day, the path of my light, uninhibited Joy Journey becomes distinct and apparent. The moves are visible and accessible. Yet I don't take them full-bodied, instead with hesitation, giving each time more power to the fear that this lightness is limited and fragile, that there is a point of "too much" that can be crossed before the soft joy is broken and lost.

The experience of my actual temple state speaks of another reality entirely. In it, the experience of the lightness in my body confirms to me that it is infinite - that, indeed, doubts of it being lost or broken are simply not relevant.

Beyond the judgments of my mind, my body knows truth - pure, raw, unattached from the stories that seize it. My body knows the extension and expansion of the abundance. It feels the fullness of joy and when it is not served. It is the space of enlightened and embodied living, guided simply and easily by the wisdom my soul has passed on to me over my lifetimes, waiting primed in my current physical form.