The Buddha Belly Rock

The Buddha Belly Rock

We move through life often oblivious to the enormous change we will encounter as we navigate the rivers of life. In youth we take our taunt skin and naïve persona for granted. We have few expectations save our basic needs of food, clothes and housing.  We run amuck with eager anticipation and childlike wonder knowing we have our entire lives before us fearless and unencumbered, untainted from the new trails we are blazing. As the hand of time accelerates, we marry, have children and circumnavigate the worlds of balancing career, parenthood and home life always cognizant of our ever changing physical form as the stresses of living begin to leave an imprint. As we move into our 40’s, 50’s and 60’s it is nothing less than shocking, you begin to feel like you are on a bad reality show as jowls form, skin begins to sag, your thighs turn to cottage cheese and your bum and boobs head south for the winter, summer, spring and fall. Where I once caught a reflection of myself in a mirror and thought, “Wow, not bad” I now walk past a mirror and in blood curdling fashion scream, “What is that and WHO are you?” It comes as no surprise that many people feel betrayed by their bodies and while it is true that this generation is more youthful and healthier than ever before it is still daunting at best. What many fail to realize, what has never really been defined in our society or educationally are the reasons for our ever increasing changing form which goes hand in hand with our emotional transformation and evolution.

The human body is divinely designed to accommodate the multiple chapters of your life. In your youth you have a body built to attract a mate and create life; by middle age you have a body made to hold your children with enough girth to carry all your interests and activities. In your golden years you have a form which is more fragile so that others will not focus on your form but will focus on the great wisdom you have amassed and lend an ear to the infinite well of experience you have garnered. No matter what shape your body takes in between, your beauty is not predicated on your physical shell. Some of the most beautiful people in the world did not have model good looks. Conversely some of the most physically beautiful people today often were considered ugly ducklings in childhood including this writer. The greatest beauty emulates from those at peace with themselves. The beauty that surpasses and supersedes all physical traits is the inner light existent in all, though many have dulled their glow. The more you strip away the hurts, slights, resentments, beliefs and limitations, the greater the light shines through. The greater the light, the more youthful you look, the less wrinkled you become and the more beautiful you are. Beauty is in every form of creation no matter what you look like, no matter what size your body, it’s the size of your heart which defines your beauty.

In spiritual circles we are vividly aware that as you build the light around you, as you address, integrate and heal your emotional body, you often begin to amass light and energy internally and most of it pockets in that ever pervading, ever daunting Buddha belly. I have made jokes over the years about mine since I never had a weight issue until my death experience in Austria in 1993. When I died I weighed 92 lbs and wore size 12 children’s to size 1 teen clothes. I was the opposite of most women; I struggled with keeping weight on. I even tried 3 Chocolate malts a day laced with Brewer’s yeast to gain weight. My mom had always been a tiny creature and when she died suddenly at age 38, she weighed only 94 lbs. Suffice to say I never thought in my wildest dreams fat would become my nemesis but I began to see the beauty as I spiritually evolved. It became apparent that the more light you amass the greater your spiritual gifts and the greater your ability to help others. It became crystal clear that when I reduced my weight I incrementally diminished my light and spiritual gifts thus becoming more vulnerable to earth changes and the energy of others I encountered in grocery stores and while traveling. I soon discovered the beauty of da belly, the wonder of the thunder…thighs, there was power in the wiggly wobbly bits and though I don’t advocate letting yourself go, I do encourage women to see and embrace the spiritual magnificence laced and intertwined in their new found shape. The more you meditate, especially Chakra meditation the more you are bringing light from the heavens straight into your crown and all the way down into your root chakra. The womb is where we pocket much of that light and though there are many reasons why women amass energy particularly in that region, filling the body with light is the definitive bi-product of meditation.

Society as a whole has to return to the days of old where the measure of a woman was the size of her heart not the size of her belly or bum. Let us not forget that the ancients perceived curvy women as fertile, lets us remember a time when Rubenesque was not only desired but was highly coveted. Let us rejoice and dance in the wisdom of the times we are living in when spiritual evolution is noble and the pursuit of the light should be reveled in! Our form is a reflection of just how enlightened we have become and I am delighted to stand up and proclaim it loud and proud, I AM A DIVINE REFLECTION OF THE LIGHT WHICH FLOWS WITHIN ME! Wiggle and jiggle with pride and remember wobbly bits are an enormous source of cheap entertainment! Cherish your light by embracing your Buddha belly, cherish your heart by making sure it is as large as your ever growing bum. Cherish you for to not is to defy the universe. ~Ariaa Jaeger ~ Ariaaisms ~ Spiritual Food for the Soul~Copyright ©2013 All Rights Reserved

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