Chakras
Chaos Reigned at “Body” Corporation
Chaos reigned at “Body” Corporation. The root chakra, senior security manager, chaired meetings wearing an old sweater and insisted that everyone have a proper evacuation plan in case of…

Chaos reigned at “Body” Corporation. The root chakra, senior security manager, chaired meetings wearing an old sweater and insisted that everyone have a proper evacuation plan in case of apocalypse. “Without a stable foundation, we’re lost!” she repeated, patting her large folder labeled “Crisis Management.”
At the other end of the table, the sacral chakra — the self-appointed creative director — rolled her eyes and scribbled on the documents with crayons. “Stability is boring! Everything you create dies without inspiration,” she called out, tossing a mandarin to the heart chakra.
The heart, of course, was organizing “emotional connection week.” Instead of discussing business strategies, she insisted that everyone hug. “How can we grow as a corporation if we don’t feel love?” she declared, handing out pieces of chocolate because “the heart needs sweetness.”
The throat chakra cut in sharply with her usual sarcastic tone: “Sweetness, sweetness… is anyone going to tell the client the truth? We keep promising balance, and we look like a circus troupe!” she snapped, banging a microphone on the table.
At that moment, the third eye decided to offer its opinion, but without explanation, because “truth is visible only to those who are ready.” “I have seen the future — the company will collapse if we carry on like this,” it murmured mysteriously, directing its gaze toward the ceiling.
The crown chakra, with her usual absent-minded manner, waved a crystal while announcing that the real problem was a lack of “spiritual synergy.” “We are one, but actually we aren’t — it’s time to lift the corporation into another dimension!” she concluded, completely ignoring the fact that her third-quarter presentation was late.
After an hour of arguments, “Body” had neither a plan nor a strategy. Everyone did, however, unanimously agree that the brain was to blame, as it “never listens to intuition.”
The final report? The corporation survived because the stomach ordered lunch.