[enROOTing within primordial consciousness]
There's this one song I'm especially fond of called "No Way Out". It's in this elusive older genre called liquid dubstep. Dreamy and yearing for something almost inexplicable. Born in that complicated global era when social media was still quite fresh and experimental.
I find the solar plexus to be a similar mixture of something delightful yet wrought with inescapable pain. Not so much pain in the "ouch, I'm injured" sort of way...
But rather the pain of an adapting existence. The « pain » of growing up, breaking down molecules, make new ones, developing immune agility, getting taller, reaching adulthood, reparenting oneself, maintaining a microbiome, all of it. A world within + around us, changing and struggling and overcoming odds stacked against what was once our most beloved status quo.
A large part of why I adore this song so intensely is how the lyrics are this rhythmic yet jadedly morose mantra of «there's no way out, somehow », but the way everything's layered, the bridge lyrics sound mysteriously instead like "(we'll) Find A Way Out".
Was it intentional? An accidental post-production freudian slip? In any case, it's the outcome. And, I find that so deeply beautiful.
Maybe you're starting to understand what I'm trying to convey here.
⃟☆Accidentally On Purpose⭑
Anahata, the majestic manager of all our inner connectivity. Blood, Oxygen, Carbon Dioxide, Nutrients, Hormones.
This wonderful powerhouse of an organ manages us throughout each day, cleanses us strategically each night. Gives us digestion-catalyst dreams while our world within unfurls outwards into the unseen webs of beyond-body ethereal existence.
This precious thing is abundance made manifest.
a little slower and watch how it rewards you with a gentler pace.
it carefully and watch how it dances with empowered delight within your respiratory anchors.
The ebbs, the flows. This heart, without our telling it to do its job it just simply cares for us. It embodies the promise of safety whenever returning to the simplicity of our genesis, that breath.
From the upper sinus [Third Eye]
...to the nostrils [bridge between Ajna + Vishuddha]
(calmed by the stability of the Manipura, the Solar Plexus)
■Third Eye; Ajna [dark blue]
■■Throat; Vishuddha [light blue]
■■■Heart; Anahata [green]
{□}Solar Plexus; Manipura [yellow]
Maybe... Just maybe, it might help to consider the heart...The act of loving, the act of being loved, the act of experiencing happiness + security...a process of discovering all that helps you specifically breathe well and feel stomach+abdomen security.
Personally, I began growing plants. (Introducing...my special interest )
I enjoy watching them gradually rebuild themselves over time. I get a sense of indomitable satisfaction in remembering how prone they were to fungal overgrowth and how (after spending time to poke-aerate the soil each week) they are now in remission.
Here's one of my glorious fighters.
May we all fight through challenges with uncrushable tenacity. As flames expand it's up to us to strategise, accelerate, but most importantly: to cool/calm down.
Your way is your way! In my opinion, no teacher/guru should ever teach you otherwise. We need variety. That's our medicine. Each other. Anahata. Our breath(s). Our air.
