The more trauma you integrate and attune your body's frequency to the frequency of truth, the narrower your margin of irresponsibility becomes.
Story time:
After a long period of not eating many sweets or otherwise processed foods, I saw no harm in indulging in one or two snacks and fast foods. So for the past few days, I ate some ice cream and those 5-minute noodle cups. Not solely. Just as a quick in-between. And only last year I used to gorge myself on these foods, so they’re neither unfamiliar nor have they ever been particularly disrupting to my system.
This morning, I suddenly had a stomach ache. The kind I know isn’t caused by a virus, but indigestion. I didn’t feel ill the way when some pathogen is activating my immune system.
So I sat with it and surrendered to whatever my body was processing. I had booked a massage for this morning, and my mind judged my body’s state as very upsetting because I really wanted to go.
Two hours later and I’m vomiting from both ends. By that point, I’d been sweating and shaking from cold chills, on the floor, blood pressure pounding higher, unable to do anything before the wave passed and I could get up again.
As miserable as that state was, I managed to stay accepting of it and present. I really felt the emerging, the preparations my body had been making to release.
And when the impulse to vomit came, I let it happen without trying to control or dampen it. That’s when I called my massage therapist to let her know I couldn’t come in today.
My body is expelling the processed crap I’d fed it, and being unable to get my massage is the consequence.
That little bit of bad food wouldn’t have had that effect if I hadn’t been deliberately raising my body’s frequency for the past week at the same time. It’s like a, “Nope. No space in here anymore for any of this toxic waste. Bye.”
At a certain point of embodiment, the higher frequency just slaps you back into place real fast. There won’t be space anymore for alcohol, drugs, bad foods, your unhealthy relationship patterns. Free will still exists, and you can choose to dabble in those things again, but the consequences will be hard and fast.
Lesson learned. Now I’m tired and will take the day to rest.
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