I have a genuine question to ask,
The more time I spend on social media, the more detached from the label of 'spiritual' I become. I have already started walking away from the label of Psychic Medium and I have to start tip toeing away from the 'spiritual' label as well because it has become more about the surface level spirituality shit than the actually power and healing that spirituality offers.
When I first experienced my awakening back in 2017, the thought of 'being spiritual' never even crossed my mind. What the fuck does 'being spiritual' entail anyway?
Is there an open recruitment going on that I have missed?
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Welcome. Let me start this off by letting you know I know exactly how you are feeling right now. You might be feeling lost, afraid, alone, maybe disconnected from reality.
When you hear the term 'spiritual awakening' people often think it is like running through a field of wildflowers with the sun beaming on your face. Most will believe or assume that a spiritual awakening or a "dark night of the soul" is something along the lines of a quarter life or mid-life crisis. They will roll their eyes and use quotation marks when talking about a "spiritual awakening." They will make assumptions, pass judgements, and never be able to comprehend what a true spiritual awakening entails.
We've been endured it. We sat in rooms filled with people while we felt utterly alone. We sat on the other side of the table of our closest and dearest friends while we began to realize the conversations we once loved being a part of, are now superficial and...
A couple of weeks ago, after working a full day of creating content and finishing up modules for my coaching program, I felt drawn to take a quick 15 minute meditation break.
As I lit my candle and sat in front of my alter to start the process of quieting my mind, I could here teen titans blasting downstairs and my children bickering back and forth while my husband tried to separate them.
The whole time this was happening I was acutely aware of it occurring, but I still sat. I still allowed myself to be the observer.
Soon after that noise died down, the UPS guy showed up with one of my many Amazon packages I have recently ordered. This caused my two basset hounds to completely crazy with barking and howling. Never the less, I allowed my meditation to persist.
Why? You ask.
Because I value my connection to myself and source.
Because regardless of what...