Last week I told you I had spent years living from the neck up.
Seeking. Accumulating. Understanding. But not inhabiting.
What I didn’t tell you was how I found my way back into my body.
It wasn’t meditation. It wasn’t breathwork. It wasn’t stillness.
It was bungee jumping. Extreme mountain biking. Spinning fire staff.
Hook suspensions.
And a bed of nails.
The bed of nails is the one that cracked something open — not because of the pain, but because of what happened when I looked directly at the fear beforehand and realized what it was actually made of.
F.E.A.R. — False Evidence Appearing Real.
I had heard that before. Filed it away as a useful idea.
Lying on those nails, I stopped filing it. I felt it.
That’s the difference that changes everything.
This week: the Root and Sacral Chakras, why the Seeker without a body is just a floating mind with good vocabulary, and the practice of finding your own edge — whatever your version of the bed of nails turns out to be.
With both feet on the ground and eyes on the horizon,
Shiva J