If you were to take a guess for a moment of how much of your life story (and therefore experiences) were created by your mind, what would you say?
Trick here – it’s your mind that will give you the first answer.
Laughable really.
Now stop.
Take a deep breath.
In fact, take as many as you need to relax (this may take a lot longer than you would expect).
Now ask that question again and this time notice how you feel.
Yes FEEL.
In times of massive transition, I have come to recognise the voice of my body as an integral guide.
It is a voice we often ignore or drown out in distraction.
It speaks in feelings, dis-comfort, dis-ease and erratic sleeping patterns.
It also tells us when we are ‘on track’ by manifesting synchronicity, joy and miracles.
The voice of my body is ancient and carries within it the wisdom and lessons of my ancestors.
It carries in its DNA and cell’s the potential of my future ones.
My body is an incredible instrument of divine will.
I am a day late writing this.
This week has been a whirlpool of work, outer world noise and stories all clamouring for my attention.
Yesterday, I felt all the competing deadlines swirling around me like currents in the every changing trajectory of the global river.
And yet still managed to keep my head above the water.
In fact it was actually exhilarating (for the most part).
A bit like rafting on rapids.
Years ago I spent my first ever day alone on the land at Sacred Ground.
I have written many times about this special place, and you can find out more here (https://www.sacredgroundintl.org/).
During this day, I was met by many beings of many races.
The Coyote tribe came to visit me, dancing past where I was meditating and stopping within a few meters for a moment to greet me as I smiled right back.
The Eagle beings flew over my head throughout the day as I passed the hours in contemplation of my life and soul commitment on Earth.
The Buffalo family came to see me, whilst staying half an acre distant so as not to alarm me with their numbers and the force of their love.
My Pine siblings gathered in circle with me and our Aspen cousins, offering the embrace of their leafy arms to shield me from the burning radiance of the midday sun.
I was one with the ecosystem of Earth and I felt in harmony.
That was until the sun started to set.
Do you believe in fate?
What about destiny?
Or freewill?
All tricky concepts in the world right now when so much in our outer sphere’s appear to be spiralling ‘out of our control’.
Or are they?