When my body gets to the point where I can no longer function or feel gratitude, then I'll leave it and become grateful again. But until then, I will appreciate what I have and not whine about what I don't have. I will feel blessed by life and the opportunity to help others see that they are blessed, too.
- Bernie Siegel
Realising a lifetime in a body, we participate in the unique collection of lessons which we can only appreciate while we’re in an upright, living collective of cells, muscle, bone and sinew. There is an extremely long queue of souls waiting to be born on a myriad of third dimensional planets, including this earth. There is an even longer queue of souls on the wait-list, hoping to score a ticket number for an earth plane trip. You and I….we won the lottery!
There is one distinct aspect that the discarnate souls always moan to me about. Ummm…I mean my guides, specially those who used to be in a body. Emotions and the physical sensations that match with each emotion, it all disappears the moment we pass through that threshold of transition, from this state to the next. The ability to smell, taste and bite into a juicy ripe burger and feel the burst of satisfaction in the pit of our belly. The sense of goodness and well-being once our hunger is sated. This is uniquely an in-the-body sensation only, one that is the envy of some of my guides, lol.
Strange as it is, it is an exquisite blessing to receive the gift of anger. Or sometimes rage. The feeling of violence and rapid heat in the body as we fully surrender to the physical sensation of fury.
We immerse and give in to joy, love and ecstatic elation. Yet we must also permit ourselves to wallow in the anguish of grief. There is a certain sense of drama to the pounding agony and the wailing of tears from loss and despair. The body wastes away from melancholy and we feel an emptiness in the pit of our centre, the space a loved-one used to occupy. We wouldn’t be human if we didn’t feel this.
However this is the very essence of being in a body. This is what makes this third dimensional existence gratifying. Even in the extreme states of emotional distress, a part of me is infinitely thankful to bathe in the felt-sense of the body. To know that I’m receiving both at the emotional and at the physical levels, validating my experience in a visceral way. In greater than thought, affirming the truth that I’m alive, that my sacred contract is being lived right here, right now in all its searing sensory intensity.
I am deeply, immensely grateful for this gift.
So it is.