It’s about time we spoke about energy attachments and entities. There is a slight difference in my books between attached energy and entities. Attached energy is when you’ve just caught up with a friend and even after you’ve left them you’re still thinking about them a lot, and even hearing the sound of their voice in your head. Maybe your mood changed when you were with them or right after, or you left feeling tired.
It’s a cloudy Saturday in Wellington and there’s so much going on globally. The uncertainly in the air is palpable and you’re not alone if you’re experiencing turmoil inside and out.
I’ve felt the push to get back into card readings, so just post your question or area you’d love a little more guidance into here. I’m going to use your question as the title of my next post, and answer it within the body – so make sure you post your question here or message me, and then hit FOLLOW to ensure you’re prompted when I post the reading.
So I invite you to breathe deeply and hit those keys, be brave and post your reading request.
PS. for your amusement here is a photo of me and my partner at local festival on a recent trip to Toowoomba, Australia. Always on the lookout for crystals and fun stuff. Unfortunately no such luck at this fair, but enjoyed the weather and the wallabies.
Our interactions with people can be our greatest teachers. And yesterday I was taught a big lesson. I’d taken myself off to a cafe to treat myself to some sacred ‘me time’ with a muffin, tea and a book. I sat on a high table which permitted me a clear view of other patrons in the cafe as well as out to the ocean. It was perfect.
However it wasn’t long until my perfect scenario was quashed. I’d sat at the big centre table which was shared by other people. I was seated in the middle and along came three people who sat opposite me, completely obstructing my view to the ocean.
I became a little peeved, however decided it was time to order. I got up, leaving my book and jacket to mind my spot, and went to order at the counter. Once ordered I strolled back to where I’d been sitting only to find one of the three people had actually moved to a seat that was literally pushed up against mine. There was hardly any room for me now and I felt a little strange that they had done this when I’d gone up to order. I felt like they were crowding me on purpose to push me out. My mind was firing off all sorts of scenarios.
I pushed back (obviously in reactive ego-state) and re-claimed my seat. My arm was literally touching his and I felt his big energy dominating mine. Now I was definitely peeved. If I moved my chair further away from him I would literally be pushed up against a pole and have all my table space taken away with the pole and vase which was on the table. And that wasn’t even the point. I was there first.
After a few uncomfortable minutes I decided I would move, as it dawned on me that I was choosing to stay in a situation that was impeding my enjoyment. It took a lot for me to move, but I did so. Staring down at the table stewing in my own thoughts, I waited for the intruders to apologise, or at least offer a sympathetic smile. No such luck. In fact it was quite the opposite, the man moved and spread out even more, enjoying the extra space he’d gained.
Sitting with nothing but my own thoughts, I breathed. I took stock of what was going on and I remembered an enlightening idea from Eckhart Tolle that teaches us the purpose of relationships (which could be interpreted as all interactions with other people) as being to become conscious. Not for fulfillment, happiness, joy, etc. The only true purpose to seek in relationships is to help highlight areas within ourselves that we are asleep and unconsciously reacting, and then it is our job to bring these areas into the light of our conscious awareness.
That is the function of a conscious relationship.
As I looked up to reflect upon the lesson, I noticed how in moving to the other side of the pole, I again had a view of the ocean. There were also stunning flowers sprouting from the vase on the table which perfectly framed my view. It was beautiful.
It dawned on me that the place where I now sat was ideal, in fact it was more than ideal than what I had chosen for myself moments earlier, and the universe had gifted it to me. I had nearly missed it due to my unwillingness to look past what my ego thought was happening.
The universe had guided me to move places through an interaction with other people, and what it presented to me was something better than what I had chosen for myself (along with the lesson).
This is life. That’s the way the universe works. However, we limit ourselves by attempting to control our lives from the narrow view-point of our own perspective.
If only we would surrender control and resistence to reality, then we could walk with greater ease into potentially a better experience than one we might have envisaged for ourselves.
I read a quote on awakening that stopped me in my tracks.
“Man is God asleep.
God is Man awake.”
The quote is seemingly so simple yet the power emanating forth is undeniable. It’s like it contains the keys to the universe and if we only truly understood it, on a vibrational level in our being, then we would wake up instantly.
I want to understand it. I want to know it’s truth.
I feel I have some awareness that I’m asleep, and mostly due to the experiences I’ve had, while only momentarily however, of being awake. These moments were my personal experience of sudden awakening or spiritual awakening, and revealled to me just how asleep I’ve been.
And when I drop back down into walking slumber what I notice most is our inclination for conflict. We seek it out. We revel in reasons to blast our anger and hate out to the world, and often is the case that we do it unwittingly. Many people justify it’s worth because they’re directing it toward a perceived ‘evil’ person, or violent, or mean, or insert worthy insult – person. Yet we fail to see that inciting hate, even through directed anger creates more of the same, and it’s the cause that’s begging us to bring into the light.
Our internal need for persecution of another, no matter how justified the cause is perceived to be, reveals our own inner demons. It only serves to reveal our hidden guilt, our shame, our ‘evil’ thoughts. It serves to show us what we hold within ourselves. Yet usually we’re so caught up in the external direction of our anger that we miss what’s really going on.
Well I’m stepping aside. No cause, no person, no situation warrants projection of guilt, no matter how grand or horrendous. It’s time to stop joining in on the ridicule.
It’s time for love, compassion, understanding and acceptance.
And most of all, it’s time for forgiveness.
Forgiveness for all.
And not because I’m better than some and therefore have the right to forgive, but because of the true spirited meaning of forgiveness. I wish to pass forward, through vibration, the recognition that nobody is evil, that many are lost and misguided, and that all will awaken. And when we awaken, and possibly a little before, we’ll all realise our true nature and that we’re all (yes I said ALL) quite the opposite of evil indeed.
When this takes place, all will be dissolved in an instant and we’ll return to love.
We’ll be light. For that is our true essence.
We’ll laugh and our energies will merge in loving oneness, in true acknowledgement of what is, and all else will be long forgotten as it never really was.
I’m a writer.
The journey to realising that and being able to write it down has been tough. And I can see I always have been – a writer that is. I have piles of journals dating back to when I was little. Always penning it down. My thoughts, my dreams, my fears. But I never counted that as writing when judgement set in.
Somewhere along the way I deemed myself not good. Not good at writing. A bad writer. Not good enough to put pen to paper, finger to key.
And in doing so I expunged the creative flame within.
It’s been almost a year, and after a long dark night of the soul I’ve unleashed it once more. Determined to grow it to be louder and stronger than the voice within that tells me I can’t.
Oh that voice that’s always there, I can’t do it. Not enough. Not good enough.
I’ll be laughed at.
Thoughts and more thoughts.
But they weren’t there when all was lost. Those imaginary people that ridicule… Even they disappeared when I gave it all away. Because I’d safe guarded myself, given up all that was dear and all that possibly could make me vulnerable.
In desperate days of disillusion there was not much left to criticise, just me, laying paralysed without an inkling of creative energy left. But safe – or so I thought.
Yet I remained. A shell of myself, but me none-the-less.
So, I surmised, if I am all that remains, then it must be up to me. Only me. For me to release it all and let the flame soar once more. Daring to be a little higher than before. Not giving a shit at those who ridicule and throw stones, real or imaginary.
The voice is still within but I choose not to listen. Or partially listen but not care. Or not care so much. Whichever is true in the moment.
So I’m gleefully back, weary from the fight yet happy in the realisation that I was worth fighting for. And that I finally realised I was worth fighting for.
Last night in meditation I was bestowed a missing link I’d been overlooking in my healing journey to self love.
The setting was a tranquil lagoon in which I was guided to witness something significant from my recent past. As I gazed down into the water I saw myself rising upward. Yep me, appearing exactly as I do today, however I viewed myself from a different perspective. It was from the eyes of others, and I felt the urge to meet myself and hang out with myself just like you would a new friend.
Realisation after realisation poured through me and I was offered the understanding that loving yourself has an undercurrent that can often be overlooked. The missing facet being that you might love yourself but not necessarily like yourself. For example; you can love members of your family but not want to spend every living moment with them, or similarly a friend that you only enjoy seeing now and again but you love dearly.
The meeting of myself was about liking myself. And I mean really liking myself.
It was uncharted territory where I befriended myself. I saw who I was as a friend and I liked her.
We hung out and met on so many levels – probably because she is me. But it was like meeting my ultimate soulmate; we enjoyed all the same things!
I saw us hanging out together in my house. I saw us at the beach. I saw us laughing and getting each others jokes. A lot of time passed in an enlightening and blissful meditative trance where time held no meaning, and it was as though I’d been reunitied with my long lost best friend.
And I really, really liked her!
And that was the main realisation, I’d been working on self love for some time now, but forgot about self like. I’d forgotten to like myself in each moment and remember that I want to hang out with me and I enjoy being around me.
If you’ve read this far, then it might be time to ask yourself honestly – if you like you. Do you feel the same about yourself, just like you would a best friend that you can’t see enough of, or your partner whom you adore and always want to be around?
If the answer is no, don’t despair. You’re on the path to healing because you’re beginning to understand where you stand right now. Ask the angels or your spirit guide for assistance, request that they show you how loved you really are. And then ask them to help you discover how to befriend you.
Because when it comes down to it, you’re the one you spend literally all of your time with.
I had an interesting experience of realisation in the bath yesterday. Yes I know…The bath 🙂 I’ve put on a few kg’s recently and as I looked at my belly and legs it would have been easy to slip into old habits of abusive thoughts – so fat, gross, disgusting.
But instead I looked at all my jiggly parts and told each of them how much I loved them. I repeated it over and over again. And as I did this, I started to see my body in a completely different light.
I saw it as strong. I saw the extra weight as a reflection of my increased trust in awakening and revealing my personal power to the world. I felt proud of my body and my strength as a woman.
Then I had a glimpse of a possible future for myself and all sisters around the globe. I saw what is viewed in societal eyes as attractive in a woman changing from slim, to bigger. I know we like to think that we’re there already, but c’mon, we’re not. There’s still so much media influence on what’s attractive and for years now – it’s been the slim and slender female figure that’s been projected as alluring. To the point that most women are disgusted by their bodies and view them as anything other than alluring.
Yet I could see it going hand in hand, with the rise of the feminine, comes the rise of women expressing their divine power to the world. It comes the total love and admiration of our bodies – by us! Wholly embracing our lustrous curves and soft centres.
And then the echo occurs. We’ve allowed this picture to be perpetuated and we’ve certainly played our part in taking that further. We don’t need to be worried about others berating our bodies because we’ve already been doing it. But I say, that’s enough! Now is the time to ride the wave of change and it starts with our own secret views of ourselves. That’s where the true change starts. That’s where your power lies.
I see a future where women want their bodies to reflect their inner strength, where they no longer want to play a submissive role in order to be accepted as female or let a man feel manly. And it’s through this avenue of powerful love that all will follow suit, but it’s up to us to lead the way.
Let’s stop getting angry at the magazines that portray unrealistic figures and start getting fed up and fired up at how we demand these unrealistic, made up ideals onto ourselves.
And we do it all the time! Walking past a window, glancing over to check your reflection, oh I’m disgusting, I’m so fat, I’m so ugly. That’s where the real atrocity lies! That we do it to ourselves! It’s not them, it’s been us for years. And I’ve had enough.
I’m embracing all the wonders of my form and I challenge you to do the same.
Enough is enough.
By Sharon Cavill