Be a Heretic This Week

The Energy

Held in expansion. This is the energy I am feeling this week. After weeks, months, years even, of getting tumbled and refined and tumbled again, there's a bit of a soft landing in the air right now. If you follow astrology to any degree you've likely been hearing about Barbault's basket, a pretty spectacular alignment happening in the sky this week. I'll let the astrologers explain the mechanics. I'm more interested in what it feels like.

What I'm inviting you to lean into right now is the sensation of being held, supported, and cradled as you settle into the re-alignment, as in, you are literally coming back into alignment with your truest self. It's like a practice of remembering your future self. Again, it can be found in plenty of other great works out there, including the teaching of Dr. Joe Dispenza. We aren't reaching for a distant future or trying to create a new reality out of thin air. We are feeling it in our bodies in the same way we feel a memory. From the certainty of its existence as if it already happened.

Be a heretic. If we trace the actual roots of this word it means 'able to choose'... it got bastardized as so many words in our language do and lost its original meaning, but I offer it up as something to embrace with pride. In the earliest usage of this word, it was about choosing a philosophy to live by, and this was something every young person did as a right of passage.

And here we are, collectively, in a major threshold moment. And individually, a choice point. A heretical opportunity to feel, be, and do it your way. Remembering your quantum self.

The Teaching

Most of us think choice happens after the thought. Sensation arrives, feeling arrives, and then somewhere downstream we choose what to do with it. But your nervous system doesn't work that way. The choice isn't downstream. It's the very first response. Before your thinking mind has named what's happening, your body has already moved into bracing or to opening.

That decision point, the one before language, is where your power actually lives. Not in controlling what arises. You can't. A thought comes. A sensation lands. That part isn't optional. What's optional is what you do in the half-second after. Continue to brace or open. Contract or stay. Protect or receive.

Becoming a heretic isn't about a big dramatic reclaiming of your life story. It's this. It's the half-second. Over and over, all day, every day.

And sometimes the familiar programs will override. You'll find yourself stiff. You'll repeat an old pattern. And then you'll remember. The heretic lives in there too.

There is always a choice. Begin again. Feet on the earth. One breath at a time.

The Invitation

Start small. Notice which shoe you always put on first. Switch it. Notice which hand reaches for your water glass, your phone, the steering wheel. Use the other one, once, and feel how unfamiliar your own arm becomes. Order the thing you almost ordered, not the safe favorite.

None of this matters on its own. What matters is the half-second before it, the one where you catch yourself already in motion and choose something else instead.

And if you actually try it, you'll notice nothing fell apart. The floor held. You're still here, still safe, still supported. That's the expansion we opened with. Not a concept. A felt fact, proven in your own body, one small choice at a time.

Once you've felt that in something small, you start to feel it in bigger things:

• The tightening in your throat or your chest before a hard conversation, but you take a deep breath and have the conversation anyway instead of avoiding it or not speaking your truth.
• The urge to fix someone else's feelings before they've even asked, and instead allowing them to have their own experience without making it your responsibility.
• The reflex to shrink in a room. Then choosing to be in your center and let your entire being radiate with confidence.

Same pause. Higher stakes, maybe. But the same proof is waiting on the other side of it: you chose differently, and you're still held.

Your quantum self holds infinite versions of you, infinite choices branching out in every direction. None of them are wrong. Not one. As long as they're chosen with an open heart and full awareness, every path is the right one. The heretic living life fully.

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