The body is often referred to as the female.
It is the origin of life itself, the producer of the life you see in physical form.
The reason so many people struggle to see this is because they carry beliefs about women. Women should do this. Women shouldn’t do that. These beliefs are everywhere.
And raising a son, God help me, I see the same thing about men.
We can debate the accuracy of these beliefs. We can debate whether they are justified or even whether they exist at all. But what we cannot deny are their effects.
Women not being allowed in certain places.
Certain religions.
Certain jobs.
Differences in wages.
Differences in opportunities.
The evidence is everywhere.
Business and money often decide who is chosen and who is not. If someone doesn’t produce what is valued, they are overlooked. From a literal standpoint, it seems simple enough.
But the body remembers.
It remembers every judgment placed upon it.
Every expectation.
Every rejection.
Every story repeated so often it becomes mistaken for truth.
And the only way to free the body is to free the mind that judges it.
How do you do that?
Surprisingly, it is simple.
Take a long breath.
And when that breath becomes interrupted by thought, take another.
And another.
And another.
Until eventually something shifts.
You are no longer identified with the body.
You are no longer identified with the mind.
You are something else entirely.
You are moving through time.
Moving through space.
But your being is elsewhere.
Your power is elsewhere.
Where presence is, there is no mind.
Where there is no one narrating the body, there is only the body itself.
When you stop reporting your life to yourself, when you stop narrating the lives of others, something remarkable happens.
You awaken to life as it is.
Not as it should be.
Not as you fear it to be.
Not as you were taught it to be.
But as it is.
Abundant.
Free.
Freeing.
Natural.
And in that silence, the body remembers what it knew before anyone told it who it was supposed to be.
Vachon Imagined 
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