Obesity is generated from the Soul’s weed overgrowth of its emotional garden.
Temple of Sethos I, Abydos, Egypt, 19th Dynasty, c.1280 BCE. The Pharaoh before Thoth, receiving the Ankh symbol of life during the daily temple ritual.
by Presley LoRaye Benson
Our World today is changing rapidly again like it had happened with the Great Flood 12,000 years ago. But as the Great Flood is understood as the supernaturally-driven tidal destruction of the Earth, so it possesses its more cryptic, shadow connotation. It is the catastrophe of collective energetic activity, whereby we witness such effects as physical abnormalities of both the Self and the World.
Toxicity is glorified on all levels, from the very foods we consume to what is socially considered beautiful and intellectual to how we are expected to behave. All of these things are symptoms of the Great Rift that is altering and realigning all energetic fields, whose vibrations are only readily observed in our culture as signs of societal collapse.
One’s attitude towards this hyper-inflammation is what solidly determines the Soul’s adjustment to this ever-vivid play of good and evil. Equally, as the body is the inseparable, condensed state of the Soul, it is only natural for these alterations to permeate the spiritual field into the physical, thus becoming our identity.
Like good and evil within Creation, the masculine and feminine divide the Universe into distinct characteristics. The masculine seeks to learn, to explore, to penetrate Creation, whereas the feminine grounds the masculine through nurture and comfort.
It is to my belief that the seed of global obesity lies not with such particular symptoms, but is rather rooted in how our Soul perceives its World, varying its chance and degree by a more masculine or a more feminine approach. Those who are inclined to feeling their way around the World are empaths who tend to absorb a greater amount of emotions in one small take, increasing their likelihood of emotional constipation. Correspondingly, just how harmful foods can clog the digestive system, so can risky volumes of negative emotions stop up one’s metabolism, literally weighing them down. But once they face their baggage and overcome it, the cork pops and that deadening weight floods out of their system, and the Soul can breathe once again.
Of course, this can also be taken to the other extreme where such a blockage can leave one feeling deprived, and so they subconsciously attempt to starve it out of their system. Regardless of the management, sadness and resentment are key players in their eye’s perception of Reality.
But when balance is steadied within the Self, strong health, happiness, and enthusiasm for life radiates from the Soul, and its aura as well as its body mirror that light throughout all its frequency bands.
So then, what better way to care for the root than to change how we perceive our Self and the World? Do malignant clouds obscure the mind from channeling the Heart, the path to eternal freedom? Often times there are, whereby we superconsciously show our own Self the fierce brutality of this Truth through the event known as the dark night of the Soul. Here, we uncover those things we have hidden from our Self and brave through the night no matter the rough trials we must walk to see the Light. It is why the Universe allows evil to happen, for it unbiasedly reflects Creation’s errors in effort to understand itself and to fully cure its condition.
And so we bring peace to those inner demons through a genuine Love and Appreciation for our Self and World, as we literally look up from the suffocating, damp soil of Earth to the bright blue Sky for fresh air and enlightenment. In this process, we shed our old skin and leap to the Soul’s next evolutionary ring.
As Walt Whitman puts it in his poem, “I Sing the Body Electric”,
“I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
Was it doubted that those who corrupt their own bodies conceal themselves?
And if those who defile the living are as bad as they who defile the dead?
And if the body does not do fully as much as the soul?
And if the body were not the soul, what is the soul?”
Whitman, Walt. "I Sing the Body Electric." Poetry Foundation. Accessed May 06, 2019. https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poems/45472/i-sing-the-body-electric.