When I was, I dunno, 10 years old, my brother and I made a Ouija board from
the back of a 'twister' spinner board and the lid of an Aloe V bottle. We used
to spend hours asking ghosts and spirits questions like “what’s your name?” and
“how old are you?”. There we had the potential for having questions about metaphysics or existentialism answered, and we wanted to know if they were also 10.
Go figure.
The last time I wrote here was in March, when one might say I wasn’t in a
great place. I sorta rolled with this not great head-space and was a little bit actively internally destructive. I don’t
think it's necessarily bad though.
It has been dark, but I now have faith that this is the beginning of
something bright. Kinda like how the Tower works. I think it was important to tear down my old structures in order to rebuild on a sturdier foundation.
I have this new-found openness to the universe, and with that I’ve been liking some pretty ridiculous things on Facebook regarding
positivity and happiness.
“Life is not happening to you; life is responding to you!”
“Life is like a camera… just take another shot!”
Or this one I made myself:
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| Let's hold hearts! |
(Don’t let me become a professional inspiration writer; the world parodies
itself enough as it is!)
So, opening myself up to my spiritual journey, last week I decided to do something a bit different and went and saw a Spiritual Healer. I quite liked her. I went in and was like “I think I got some past
life Karma that I haven’t worked through” and she was receptive to that. Not
many people would be able to hear that sentence without bursting out laughing - I almost couldn’t say it without laughing, but she was totally cool with it; she was like “sure, we’ll
go check that out”.
So she lay me down on this table and put on some music and got me to close
my eyes. I had weird visions things
flowing through my head, lots of swirling patterns. Like how colouring
dye flows into water. And then lots of sudden sharp imagery, like arrows and
those guns with pointy thingies. I want to say bayonette but I think that’s a
type of window. (wait, that’s a bay window… bayonette is correct! Ten points to Griffindor!)
Anyway, after this weird nap thing I took she told me that there is
something there, and it was quite traumatic.
So apparently, I was very young and got married off to some jerk. He was quite the jerk so I stabbed him in the
heart, and my servant took the blame. I
felt super guilty about that so I killed myself, and then I carried that guilt with me into
this life. So we cut the cords connecting me to that life and now I can live free and
never have to worry about the fact that I murdered my husband again. Phew, I can move on now!
(That said, I actually did have a bit of a cry. A maniacal laughing cry, if you know what I’m saying. It was… I dunno… both absurd and cathartic? Such a bizarre experience... 10/10 would do it again!)
She also told me that Archangel Michael is with me and looking over
me. This I’m a bit more skeptical about
(more skeptical than me carrying past life guilt about killing my husband –
this is something I can really buy into!) I kinda feel like if I’m gonna have an angel watching me,
it’ll be one of them trainee angels. Like
regular angel Jeff. He’s a bit dowdy and
klutzy, but he has a good heart! Together we’ll make it, Jeff!
That’s enough. I’m alive, and I’ll
be back writing here again soon :).
