Language of "Love"

As with any subculture in society one aspect that always emerges is the creation of their own symbols and language in which only the initiated or person in-the-know actually understands.

It’s a phenomenon that happens in every nook and cranny of the world’s culture and yet the spiritual community has added an entire new dimension to “Belonging” to this sub-culture.  Not only do you need to know the words and when to use them but you have to mean them.  Not just a little. But really mean them.  With every fibre of your being.  And if you don’t?  Well I guess you are only playing at seeking the greater truth.

If you have been around these individuals and even if you have just dipped your toes into the spiritualist community you may have found them to very off putting.  I have and I am not impressed.  They say them and they throw them around as if it were proof that they really are enlightened beings and we should give up our lives and join their personality cults.   

Well here it goes, if you have these special words and use them constantly, you will be separate from the rest of the world, a part of a new and wonderful subgroup.  You are a spiritualist:

• All there is, is love. 
• Everything is just perfect. 
• All is love and love is all.

Ultimately if you say them enough you could convince yourself that you are truly, different.

Or…. Not.

I hear these words and see them being used and I truly believe that the users know them but don’t understand what they are saying.  For me this always falls flat.  For those that just throw these words out, in my eyes lose almost all of their credibility.  But I suppose that they truly want to believe, so for me I accept where there coming from but then subtly excuse myself from the conversation and walk away.

This is a cautionary tale for the generation spiritual.

How to pick a Practitioner

You need a medical degree (7years of study) to become a doctor, so why is a person who is trying to fix you soul only need a little two day practitioners certificate?

If you have read yesterdays blog you will already know I have little faith in the spiritual community as a majority.  Ego centred individuals believe that because they are “spiritual” that they have the right to be messing with your aura.

I don’t agree.

 
It has been my experience (and conversations with other individuals) that the general rule of thumb that only one in four or in some areas one in five individuals truly know what they are doing.  Someone who is touching your soul on any level needs to not only have qualifications but should have extended experience to back them up.  However if you are in Need of a spiritual practitioner now then there are some guidelines you could follow:  (it still may take a while before you find someone who you believe is making a difference, like me and my cheeky angel on earth)

Education

Is not the be all and end all, however the higher the standard of education the more likely they have the passion and experience to at least not run in and create more problems then when you walked in. 
I believe at least a level three in whatever modality you are exploring is a minimum.  My three year degree with its little piece of paper may not mean much to many, but it shows I at least have dedication for my chosen profession.

Experience
You all knew I would be getting to this point, a minimum of 10years.  It shows two things. Not only are they at least likely to have learnt something along the way, but they probably have paying customers to keep them motivated for the entire period they have been practising.

Word of Mouth

Has someone you know classed as a spiritual seeker, had there own experience with someone who has changed their lives.  I emphasis experienced the practitioner, not just that they know and like them.  I like one of my TAFE instructors, but I am not impressed by his teaching methods.

Reputation

Do they get asked to speak at churches or spiritual gatherings?  Most reverends and the organisers of gatherings are pretty switched on.  If someone comes and can’t practice what they preach they won’t be invited back.  Which leads me to my next point….

Reverends

Are vetted and very well trained (ie Experience).  They also know what they are doing.  Also if they can’t help you they will be able to direct you to someone who can (like me!!!!)

Ultimately

It comes back to you and you instincts.  Go with an open mind but also understand there is a lot of ego (I am still working on mine to get it to a manageable level).  There aren’t that many people who are actually helping others, not just there own sense of self worth and their hip pockets. 

As always: This is a cautionary tale for the generation spiritual.

My Story: Where all the anger came from

In today’s “market” for spiritual guidance and practical help, a majority of practitioners can do more harm than good. 

Complete a two day course and people enter the marketplace believing that they have the capacity to help you, the client.  Unfortunately what they end up doing is creating havoc with your energy, your aura and ultimately with your life.

Don’t get me wrong, there are AMAZING individuals who have experience talent and a knack for finding and fixing even the most unsual of issues.  There are truly remarkable people who have the capacity to change your life, heal your soul and direct you on your own spiritual journey. However in most cases, and note I place the emphasis on my experience, most practitioners don’t have a clue.

The Story

It all began four years ago at a retreat where I “opened up” and began to hear dead people.  They were nice. Well at the beginning anyway.

They told me everything I wanted to hear, the great things I would do, they places I would go and the people I would help.  The problem was these weren’t the nice warm and fuzzy spirits from all the books I had read and all the blogs I was following.  I was a university student, I know how to do my research.

These were dead people. 

They were individuals who had died and not passed over.  And they didn’t want to pass over. Unfortunately I had not protected myself and had accidently let these not so nice entities in.

It took a while to figure out the game.  They needed energy to survive and needed an uniformed individual to feed off to sustain there existence on this realm. They beat me down with there lies as my sadness helped sustain there existence.

It took 5 months but I cottoned on that something was wrong.  I still feel so stupid.

But WHAT?

What was wrong? This is were the fun began.  The first lady was my mentor of four years, the one who introduced me to the realm of esoteric possibilities.   She told me I had been dabbling in the dark and sent me to a practitioner.

This practitioner told me I had aliens around me who shouldn’t be there and that I was now completely healed.  The voices and taunts were still there and unfortunately they only got worse.  She had only opened me up more and made the problem worse.  My old mentor never contacted me again.

The next lady was a reiki individual who when I told her I was hearing voices and they weren’t nice (to put it mildly) she told me I needed to go to mental hospital and get some help.  She could not hear voices so of course I must be crazy.  I did not go back.

The last lady was a godsend.  She did not understand what was happening so she directed me to a have a session with another reiki practitioner.  He sat me down closed his eyes and told me I was far too open and had picked up some dead people.

I cried.

I wasn’t crazy.

He got rid of them but unfortunately the damage was done.  I had this ability and I couldn’t control it.  Consequently I have now spent almost the last three years trying to shut them out and keep them quiet.  Also I am now beginning to see them and they pop up at the most inconvienant times.

But that’s another story.

This is a cautionary tale. 

It has been my experience over the past six years that I have been searching for more that only 1 in 4 truly understands what they are doing.  Therefore tomorrow’s post will be dedicated to:

Tomorrow: Tips and Tricks in Finding the Right Psychic

Remember: It is easy to soar like an eagle when you are surrounded by turkeys

Diary of a Spiritual Seeker

I am angry at my subconscious.

Once again I have started something new, am panicking and have picked up a cold.  I am tired, cranky and sniffily and you do not want to mess with my chochie biscuits.  Yum, chocolate.

I could blame my dad who brought it back from the city.  I could blame my TAFE course for being boring or I could blame the GFC for letting me graduate into a stagnant economy.  5months of job searching and not a nibble.  Life can be a bitch.

Anyway, I know logically its mostly my fault.  I don’t consciously want to be sick.  I want energy to do all the fun things in life.  The desire to go out and take on the world. Now I just want to crawl into bed and hide under the covers.

The subconscious is the most fascinating and frustrating thing about being human.  It correlates all our desires, wants and fears.  Its irrational and bewildering. Its almost like it wants us to fail.  To be miserable and unhappy while everyone else has it together.  I am not happy with my subconscious right now.

The journey of life is a rollercoaster of emotions and experiences ruled by this fickle thing of our subconscious.  At its best when all things are in balance the fear is there to give us pause, it gives us the motivation to weigh up pros and cons and make a decision based on a rational process. 

My subconscious is not in balance.

I am afraid of all the opportunities I will miss out on by doing this course.  The jobs I can’t take because I need to focus on my study.  The career I will have to delay again to finish this course.  I am afraid of missed opportunities.

I am perplexed at my own subconscious.

About

So who I am?  I am a 24year old recent university graduate who has make a conscious decision to return to further educate to up skill and make myself a attractive prospect in this competitive marketplace. 

I am also angry, and I have decided to vent my anger in a diary. Why have I decided to publish it on the big bad world wide web?  I don’t want anyone else to go through what I have and to feel so alone.

I still feel so alone.

I say this next part not from a place of ego but so you can see how this all started.

I can hear dead people.

I don’t want to hear dead people.

What I want is to be normal.  To go back in time and allow myself to grow so I can HANDLE this “unusual” ability.  I wish I could hear dead people in a year or too, then I would be able to cope.

But that is the past.  I am here, in the now and I can only write in the hope that other spiritual seekers will read and take note.  Be careful.

This is a cautionary tale for the generation spiritual.

Tommorrow: The reason for all this anger.