To land in the body, means to feel your Soul residing in your body temple of being. More importantly, to be aware of where is your Soul dwelling at times, and even deeper - where is your conscious mind directing her to center around and reside, is, so it feels, impossible to do. Unless you notice the difference, which then becomes the only thing we can do.
What if the Soul on Earth needs to center in one place, body, though her nature is to levitate free everywhere and be all at once?
To center the Soul in one's body offers experiences of the body and mind. Chemistry and its alchemies. Many speak of soul as the actual body, many more can't tell the difference between Mind, Body, Heart, Soul, which is which, and how can you tell.
Though we all have experiences on Earth, we too know of having unknowns that are very present and yet mysterious in nature to everything logical: Love for everything that evolves, Life as true artistry, Will as force to continue, Grace to unite and forgive, Light behind the eyes, Luminosity of the smile, Radiance of the being, Magnetism of the potential, Innocence in purity of intention...
In many ways, imagination, visions and dreams don't have body on Earth to land in, they are etherial in nature, and yet produced out of one's Mind, maybe Heart too.
If I don't own my Soul as it's everything and everywhere, what do I own?
If I can't tell my Heart who to forgive, love and surrender to, do I own it?
If I can't tell my Soul what to do to evolve, when to surrender, do I own my Soul?
What do I really own, other then my Mind, my thoughts, which creates my own identity "I"?
The Earth offers separateness and limitation of one to experience borders and feel limited in all there is, Mind, Body, Soul, Heart. We learn of should's and could's here on Earth, in order to cope with the fact that we must shrink our vastness in size of a sand, feel separated as a one drop in the ocean would feel. To downsize is painful and rapturous in nature, until there is nothing left and sand clock turns upside down to start over again. Counting the experiences, piling them Up. One way is sure, the sense is Upward to no such thing as anything, everything nor nothing.
