What do you hold dear? What feels like you need to manage, control, or hold? Reputation, safety, a dream? Another’s love?
Chinese medicine calls the energy of protection wei qi. This energy lives outside the body during the day. It protects you from pathogens and separates you from the world. A separate entity requires protection. If your wei qi is strong, you fight off colds. You can also feel your wei qi when someone around you is negative or angry, and an energetic barrier arises.
Last week I had a mole that seemed to bleed beneath the surface of the skin. I had been pondering skin cancer for a while, so of course, in my mind I had malignant melanoma. I looked at the energy of overgrown protection. Too much wei qi? Is there a difference between the inner and outer light? Is there anything real between them? The lines between me and others real in appearance, but not real.
When you see you aren’t an island unto yourself, nothing can harm you, because the lines of separation are simply an energetic function.
I sit here and let my mind wander back over my life – to positive, happy feelings and those of regret. It seems if I could somehow take those positive feelings and move toward more of them, my heart would be happy. And if I could correct the negative, there would be more happiness.
How could the artist that drew the portrait of life have chosen to paint such tragedy along with the beauty? Because the artist is not separate from the portrait. What kind of landscape would there be with only light and pastels?
The energy of love and connection longs to feel loved in return. There is still psychic energy trying to protect that need. The depth of loneliness behind it is unfathomable; yet when it is allowed, there is such anguishing joy to be held in the recognition of utter aloneness, which is oneness.
As a previously unconscious energy pattern rises to the surface, it moves from dense and opaque to transparent. I hurt for my loneliness, and everyone else’s. I want to be there to help everyone I encounter not feel lonely… So they don’t have to feel it. Then I don’t. Protection. Isn’t it ironic that protection lives with loneliness?
The bone marrow can’t seem to get that there is no one here dictating events. It still seems to pump out self will. There is resistance to the fact that I can’t make a single thing happen and I can’t protect myself from what seems to be happening. Thoughts are given, emotions are given, action is given. Positive emotions don’t make positive things happen any more than negative ones prevent them. The spleen claims it as mine, and makes it into flesh. I can’t shake off the feeling of protection, or speed it along. And beneath it all, there is nothing to protect. I feel it in my thymus gland.