Do you know Trevor Noah? He is a brilliant comedian who is the host of The Today Show in the US. The other day I watched a skit he did on the British occupation of India. Part of the confusion was that the British believed their occupation of India was ordained by God - but this really confused the Indians, because they did not understand which of many gods
So whose god is the true God? Is the true God the one which each reborn Christian discovers when they get reborn? Is it any of the Hindu gods that have been worshipped for millenia? Or is it the Christian God who will reincarnate sometime soon, although Christians assure me they don’t believe in reincarnation? Did Jesus truly rise from the dead after three days? Was this when he reincarnated, and has the Christian world been waiting in vain for over two hundred years for that reincarnation? Is it the God of Islam, who enforces sharia law? Or is the true God the God who insists that Jews now switch on lights on the Sabbath?
Or are we all wrong, and the true God is only represented in the United States, where prayer meetings are held to drive any witchcraft away from the country’s fearless current leader? And I kid you not – adults who have a right to vote swooned around one such preacher while he was yelling something like “yaba daba doo” to drive those spirits – who have way too much common sense to follow the leadership farce – away, so that the next election can be won and the tragi-comedy can continue. I think God was not sure whether to laugh or cry in Her hands – or is it His hands – at that circus in the name of God. And I think Fred Flintstone turns in his grave every time that video gets played.
I know when I talk about God, I am as ignorant as the next person, because we can at best guess about the nature of the true God.
I am currently reading Hare Krishna material that explains the Personality of Godhead – and the one thing that becomes clear when you read the material, is that the most explicit language on earth can only give a weak imitation within the limits of words and sounds, of the Personality of Godhead. But I suppose part of our journey here is to get one tiny step closer to understanding this during this lifetime, as part of our eternal journey.
Part of the puzzle for me is the division of the one true God into a Father, Son and Holy Ghost. So, this is one God which is in fact three gods, and that is right, but the multiple Hindu gods are wrong? Or should it really be the Father, Sun (as in the sun which shines every day) and the Holy Ghost (which proves the existence of spirits, reincarnation, and an eternal life)? After all, pagan beliefs have been around for many thousands of years longer than Jesus and his crowd – that is, if Jesus actually existed – for me, the jury is still out on that one.
So, who and what is my God? I see God in the smiles and hugs of my loved ones. I feel God in the early morning when the day slowly breaks. I taste God in a fresh meal. I hear God in songs like “The sound of silence”, and in Mozart’s music, and in the talents of young people who sing and play music that make my toes curl. I feel God in quiet moments, and in those times when I feel gratitude for both large and small miracles, and in the satisfaction of a job well done. I smell God in a peony, and in a rose, and I see God in a clavia and foxglove. I have felt God in moments of closeness and intimacy. And the list goes on and on. This is my God.
What if my God is the true God for me, but not for anyone else? Do I try to convert that person to my God? Absolutely not. Many years ago, a good friend told me that she goes to church on a Sunday because her Christian faith is a resting place for her foot in a very busy world and a demanding life. I immediately grasped the truth of that, and I have never tried to convert anyone to my faith or my belief system. As far as I am concerned, each one of us is a facet on a diamond called God, with at least seven billion facets. Who says I am right, or more right than you are? It does not matter who is right – we all are, because we all are on an eternal journey.
So, if my God is the true God, and people offend my God, how do I deal with it? People like to say “oh, my God”. I personally don’t find that offensive, because quite often they see a true reflection of God in that moment, even if they may not be consciously aware of it.
However, I heard a reborn Christian say the other day that when someone says that, he feels offended, and he expects an apology. I would not expect an apology, and neither would I give one. People often use words that don’t resonate with me (which I would rather not repeat here), and my solution is simple: I ensure that I don’t use those words. Do I stay in the company of the person who uses such offensive words? It depends. Do I feel comfortable in the company of those people? If so, I simply draw a shield around me that protects me from the energy that emanates from those words. If I don’t feel comfortable with the person, I simply leave. I don’t give a sermon, and I don’t demand or expect any apology. I simply make the world a better place by starting with myself, rather than by trying to change others.
What makes your God better than mine? To be honest, I don’t care. Let’s just live in peace together, each worshiping our own version of God, and each respecting the God of others.
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Have you expressed your gratitude today? Should you?
The more I experience of life, the more I understand that gratitude causes good health on all levels – physical, emotional, spiritual, financial, you name it.
What is gratitude? I will give you my definition. Gratitude is a state where you are able to see both sides, and to then allow your heart to open like a lotus flower with joy and appreciation. Deep gratitude allows you to see a glimpse of eternity, and in that moment a quantum of light is formed, and you understand the meaning of unconditional love.
That is a mouthful.
I will give you some practical examples.
I was born in a country where white males enjoyed the benefit of a white dictatorship for decades. That then changed and the pendulum swung to the other side, where white males are a minority who are required to work for everything they want. They can no longer rely on their white skins to get to the front of the queue.
So how do they deal with it? I have observed two ways. The first is arrogant anger, because “they” are taking up too many jobs, too many opportunities, too many everything. The white dictatorship and its benefits have been wiped from their memories, and there is a deep anger. The second way to deal with the changed situation is unbelievable self-pity because “things are no longer the same” and they are clearly not coping. We are talking of suffering over decades here.
Speak to a white South African male and the conversation very quickly turns to crime, new ways of car-jacking, and the lost opportunities of their youths. Ask that same group what they have experienced over the past day to be grateful for, and what is in their future that gives them reason for gratitude, and within seconds you understand the meaning of the expression “raining on their parade”. A question about gratitude is a sure-fire conversation killer.
They have never been to Hungary. They don’t know that the majority of men in Hungary are white. They are unaware of hundreds of years of oppression by other white males. They don’t know how the white Hungarian males simply kept getting up time after time after being hit to the ground.
Another example. People complain very quickly about a lack of customer service, and often the sector of the economy who are in the limelight when it comes to customer service are not that well off. All they often have are their dignity and clean clothes. I have seen in South Africa what people often need to go through to get to work wearing clean, ironed clothes, and a lovely smile that shows their caring about people. I have also been to shops in France where I would not dare reaching out to touch or – heaven help me – try on an item. In more than one shop I felt guilty about entering and showing interest in the wares. Many years ago, on my first trip to the United States, I was in a grocery store. I gathered my shopping and took my time walking to the checkout counter. I heard a public announcement asking a cashier to go to the checkout. It took me a few seconds to realise that the reason for the public announcement was me approaching the checkout counter and they did not want to let me wait. I felt special and important. I learnt to feel gratitude for good service, and to provide excellent service where I can.
Oh yes, and how is the infrastructure in your country? Are there potholes in the roads? Are people complaining about the politicians who have no desire to fix the potholes? Have you been to Portugal? In recent years, with EU funding, some roads have been upgraded. Despite that, I visited the country on a few occasions where I had to use a taxi that was falling apart, or a rental car that was rattling from having to navigate too many potholes and dreadful roads.
Do you complain about Irish or South African people being too talkative and invading your personal space? Have you been to Finland where people hardly look you in the eye? Or to Italy where people turn away from you in disgust because you speak English and therefore must be from England? Rather give me the South African Ubuntu where a black stranger addresses me as “mammie” because he sees me as his mother – one of his many mothers.
Are you in a job where too much is expected of you? Would you resign at the drop of a hat for a better salary, purely because you can? I saw factories in Egypt where children are employed to weave carpets because their fingers are small and nimble. They would not dare complain, because that job feeds a family.
Do you take your health for granted, or are you one of the victims of the pharmaceutical industry? I have been exposed to so much information on the internet which has helped me to make lifestyle decisions resulting in excellent health. This seems to be more and more an exception. I am employed by a company which will expect me to see a Western doctor and get a medical certificate if I feel unwell for more than two days. Consulting a homeopath or any other alternative energy healer does not fit within the rules. Getting in the queue at the pharmacy to gratefully accept your monthly prescription of drugs is part of the culture – not for me. Putting on a funereal voice when referring to a cancer victim who believes that chemotherapy will not beat their compromised immune system, is what you do. Don’t even think of talking about an alkaline diet, cannabis oil or sound therapy in the same conversation where the word “cancer” is used – you are very quickly branded as a heathen. I am incredibly grateful that I have ben exposed to such a wide array of information and that I am where I am.
I have had people look down on me because of my Afrikaans accent. These people invariably spoke only one language – English – and decided that my accent lowered my IQ. The reason why I speak with an Afrikaans accent, is that Afrikaans is my first language. I also understand Dutch and German, have studied French – which I don’t claim to speak or even understand after so many years. British retirees in Spain refuse to learn Spanish and expect the locals to serve them in English. Americans who are limited to English daily show their worst side to other Americans whose first language is Spanish. I am grateful that I am from a country with eleven official languages, and that I can at least greet people in four of those languages.
What other complaint do you like to take for granted and wallow in every day?
Did you know that over and above the various forms of energy that engineers and scientists can measure, there is another form of intelligent energy that surrounds us? That intelligent energy grows when we make choices that bring us closer to Love and gratitude, and it shrinks when we are exposed to damaging and negative thoughts. Talk about crime and shortages and discrimination all the time, and see what you attract to you. Talk about every single moment in your day that brings a smile to your face – or to the face of someone you encounter, and feel and see what you attract to you.
Last week a black school boy stepped aside so that I could use a part of the sidewalk where I could avoid a burst water pipe. I felt gratitude because he did that. I would not for a moment have hesitated to do the same for him, but on that day I reached the spot first. More recently I entered a shop, and a young Indian boy said “hallo tannie” – Afrikaans for “hello aunty”. My heart immediately felt warm. This child felt free to address me in this respectful and friendly way in one of the at least two languages he speaks. His grandfather would not have dared to address my grandmother as anything other than a cold and distant “madam” or “missis”. I wanted to hug this boy because he made me aware of how lovely interaction between people can be.
I have also discovered that the more I see and acknowledge this intelligent energy that makes me feel good, the more I attract people to me who radiate this lovely energy. Does this mean that nothing “bad” will ever happen to me? On the contrary. Right now, I am dealing with a situation where a person believes authority means the right to shout at people in the workplace. I have to put a protective layer of energy around me every time I am in the presence of this person. This energy is incredibly destructive and not pleasant to deal with at all.
However, I have also learnt over the years that the Universe is in complete balance. We need to be aware of the dark side, so that we can recognise and appreciate the light side. We need to be aware of the light side, so that we can understand the wisdom and experience that the dark side brings to us. The more we experience, the closer we get to balance and having a balanced view of everything. That is gratitude. I have seen the dark side in many different countries, and that highlights for me the light side that locals choose to ignore. I have experienced the light side in many guises in my journeys, and that sustains me when I deal with an imbalance to the dark side.
I nowadays find myself waking up after a good night’s sleep – which is also routine for me – and expressing my gratitude for what I woke up from and for what lies ahead. Gratitude is the strongest drug that I am willing to take – because I love the side effects.
If you have experienced the dark night of the soul, then I don’t need to explain – you know exactly what I am talking about.
If you have never experienced it, then you are probably just a little bit too young, but your turn will come.
Do you think I am a pessimist? On the contrary. I am not an optimist either – because both optimists and pessimists are not quite balanced. I have learnt to always see the bright side of a crisis, and to always understand that good luck comes with a price. No, I am not cynical. I am fortunate enough to have discovered that the Universe is in complete balance, even when we don’t think so.
Is the dark night of the soul the opposite of Love? No. It precedes the deepest Love you can imagine – truly unconditional Love.
Can you escape the experience? I am afraid not. Even when you make perfect life choices, at some stage life will throw you a curveball – or two – or ten. The rest of your life is determined by how you manage these curve balls.
If you believe in the romantic view of get a good education, find the perfect partner, get married, have talented children and a satisfying job, retire in good health and leave this world in perfect ecstasy, you are in for a rude awakening. You will get to a point in your life where you will lose what you have held precious – and believe that you have lost everything.
You will experience darkness like never before. You will feel that your trusted friends are stabbing you in the back for no reason. Or you will develop health problems that will make you reconsider your lifestyle. Or you will be made redundant at a stage when you can least afford it. Or you will experience too much stress and lose your sanity.
Enough of that stuff – you get the picture.
And then, just when you think you cannot get any lower – and you are probably right – something happens that makes you not only regain your faith in humanity, but it also puts your experience and your losses in a totally different perspective – and you slowly, slowly start to see what it is all about.
It is not punishment for your past decisions. It is not that God has forsaken you when you needed him most. It is not simply bad luck. It is not people who need to be blamed for turning their back on you for no reason and when you need them most.
If that was the case, every butterfly will remain in their cocoon because the sun is too bright, or because it is too cold outside the cocoon, or because there are no butterflies in sight. But the butterfly can only stay in the cocoon and contemplate its navel for so long. Then instinct forces it to start chewing away at the cocoon until the hole is big enough to escape.
And then – you guessed it – the worm is no longer a worm, but a beautiful butterfly that can reproduce and the cycle starts again.
In the same way, every one of us who have experienced the dark night of the soul can look back with immense gratitude – not only because the horrors are over, but also because the sunrise after the experience is not just a once-off. That sunrise lasts for years, and brings calmness and gratitude every day.
For some people the transition is simply into calmness, a different lifestyle, a different career, or other changes that brings forward your potential.
For other people the transition is the challenge they finally needed so that they can prove others wrong, and so that they can finally use their full potential and fulfil their life purpose.
Either way, when you experience your dark night of the soul, trust me, it will and does get better – in ways that you cannot even imagine.
So how can you make things easier for yourself? I will tell you, and you will say but these are practical things, while I am looking for a solution to an existential crisis. Trust me – I have been there, done that and bought the t-shirt. Of course, each person needs to find their own perfect path, but that requires a lot of inner work.
Let’s start with the outer work – the more visible stuff that gets you through every day.
Make your bed every morning before you do anything else. If that is the only thing you accomplish today, then congratulate yourself for creating some order.
Honour your body. I am not only talking about shaking off excess weight. Ensure you look after your personal hygiene. Find a way of exercising which works for you and which you can afford. Even if you just walk every day or climb stairs, do it. Eat the freshest food you can afford. Focus on what you eat and determine what works for you and what you should stay away from. And yes, you may not have had problems with different food types in the past, but trust me – when you go through your transition, your body changes. Your food tolerances change. Your hormones change. Listen to your body and fine-tune your diet until you have energy. If you don’t do it, nobody else will do it for you.
Take control of your finances. Ensure you know where every penny comes from and where every penny goes. You would be amazed at how that awareness makes you focus. Plug the holes that deplete your financial energy, and focus on visualising the money you want to see flowing in for you.
And of course, there is the self-talk. How do you deal with that? How do you get that inner voice to stop criticising and to help you on your new journey? Meditation is a good start. Yes, yes, I know that takes time. What can you lose? I also know that the moment you close your eyes to meditate, those horrible thoughts that break down your self-esteem jump at the chance to be in the lime-light. Let them. Give them the limelight, even if it means you set your alarm to only spend a maximum of five minutes meditating every day. You will be surprised, if you focus on your breathing with closed eyes for just five minutes a day, how quickly those pesky thoughts take a hike and make space for the insights and creativity that sets you on your way. If you don’t do it, then the critters remain between your ears and try at every opportunity to take over your awake time and your life.
And what do you do with the friends or family or lovers who walked away from them? Take the high road and thank them for their contribution to your wisdom. Of course, you can fall straight into the traps of blame, vindictiveness, anger, judgement and a few others. What would you achieve with that? The people who caused these emotions have moved on and sleep like babies. You can spend your energy on all that go-low stuff, or you can spend the same energy on going high and simply moving on. And if judgement and other stuff is aimed at you, deflect it by simply not responding. You can be a miserable sod who tells everyone who is willing to listen how people have treated you, or you can simply close the door and move towards the Light – especially when there are children involved. What example do you want to set for your children? Do you want them to carry venom, or to face what life brings their way with courage and fortitude? Such a lovely old-fashioned word – fortitude.
If you feel you need the help of professionals to move on, then get the help – but ensure that the professionals look towards the future and guide you into the Light. If the professional feels their job is to let you contemplate your navel for too long, then cut the ties and move on to more exciting things. Nowadays you don’t necessarily need to pay for professional help. See what you can find on Youtube that is helpful and that inspires you. If it does not resonate with you, move on and continue to search. If it does resonate with you, take the bull by the horns and make the changes that you are growing into.
And probably the bravest, most exciting, most fun thing you can do is to be open to new experiences. Reserve your judgment, and first experience. Of course, you will always have new experiences in physical safety and bearing in mind that your body is a temple of your spirit. That will not spoil your fun – it will simply be a matter of loving and honouring yourself, and following your heart.
One thing I can tell you is that the dark night of the soul is just that – a night. In the greater scheme of things, what may feel to you like a lifetime of agony will not last for ever – and then you are a butterfly and the world and everything around you looks so different.
Blessings to you on your journey – and know that you are Loved.
If a doctor tells you to drink medication, would you do it? If the same medication could potentially leave serious damage or even kill you, would you still drink it?
I have to make one thing clear: I am not a medical doctor, and if you do believe and trust a medical doctor, don’t listen to me. Your body is yours, and your medication is yours.
I have read enough about chemotherapy to know that I will never go that route, because my logical mind says that if someone injects your body with poison, it cannot possibly heal you.
I have never had a mammogram, because deliberately injuring your breasts to prove that they can withstand the injury makes no sense to me.
I have not had a flu injection in over 30 years, because the last time I had one, I was really ill with flu for about 3 months. I then read up on what the flu injections contain, and I am very happy to stock up on vitamins with fresh vegetables and fruit – and no flu.
I recently had the experience of observing the effects of a concoction of mind-altering drugs prescribed by a psychiatrist. And of course he is right, because he has the title of doctor – even though it took him a week to discover that the prescription was taken in the wrong sequence and left his vulnerable patient literally staggering around from side effects.
This psychiatrist recommended that his patient does not take any homeopathic medicine, because “the chemicals in homeopathic medicine will clash” with his own chemical cocktail. Unbelievable. Beyond understanding, and he gets away with it because he carries the title of Doctor, and in a very unhealthy paradigm he is the cock of the heap – and therefore used to dictating and being believed.
In case this psychiatrist reads my blog, I will explain this slowly – and I am not even a homeopath, but I can read and understand. In homeopathy various methods of dilution are used. The basis of all of them are the following: take the original substance, e.g. arsenic. Add 99 parts of water for every part of arsenic. Then take 1 part of the mixture, and add 99 parts of water. Repeat this process 30 times. The result is a substance that was so diluted that just about only the memory of the original substance remains. That is the “chemical” which is a threat to a cocktail of drugs with side effects. Note to the psychiatrist: Sweetness, do yourself a favour and check your facts next time ...
So in this instance homeopathy lost to drugs – for now.
Was there any other alternative? In this situation the extreme measure was to rely on the chemical cocktail – even though it was wrongly administered to the disadvantage of the patient. The extreme measure brought relief, but at a price.
A psychologist was in on the deal – at a price, of course.
I was an industrial psychologist many years ago. It left me disillusioned, because I struggled to fit people into exact boxes. However, psychologists are still trained in specific, lucrative treatments, to the exclusion of common sense and healthy prevention.
A psychologist would be quite happy to wait for a chemical cocktail to kick in, and then use that means of control over a patient while finding the box with the best fit for the patient. They would not even think about stepping back and asking questions about food which exacerbates the situation, or which can provide the correct chemical balance in a healthy way. And again, the psychologist gets away with murder because he has the title of Doctor.
Where did we go wrong? Diet? Lifestyle? Self-discipline? The pace we live at? There are so many things that we can do to build up our immune systems – and there is no one size fits all.
So what is the solution?
I can tell you what works for me.
You ever heard about “love your neighbour”? My first neighbour is the body that I live in. I am not my body. I chose a body and I have the obligation to take care of it. This requires a healthy diet – and I am not a saint, but I do a lot better than before I became aware. I avoid sugar and carbohydrates. This means reading a lot of food labels – and you will be shocked at the amount of food that contain sugar. Did you know that when you eat carbohydrates, they turn into sugar?
I avoid diary – a treat every few months is OK, but that is what makes it a treat. And if you do that, you discover quickly that what you thought would be a treat is in fact not the best idea. Try it for yourself – you need to find what is right for your body.
I eat fresh fruit and vegetables every day – and I am grateful that I can do this. I also eat much more fish and chicken than red meat. Yes, I do eat red meat. Vegetarianism is not a prerequisite to sainthood. I will repeat: do what is right for your body, not for mine. I will take care of my body but I cannot do the same for yours. And by the way: if you are a vegetarian, do you talk to your plants? Do you realise that when you eat a plant, you destroy life just as meat-eaters destroy life? Let us respect each other’s choices rather than be sanctimonious.
I also get regular exercise. I should climb more stairs, but I can out-swim many people who are much faster than I am in the pool, and I fit in around 40 lengths at least once every week.
And do not underestimate the power of meditation. If you only take care of your body and you don’t bother with your spirit, you will very soon discover the meaning of “a healthy body goes with a healthy spirit”. You have to make time to listen to that inner voice. If you are too busy to medicate for 10 minutes a day, then it is imperative that you meditate 20 minutes a day.
And yes, all of the above works for me because of not only trial and error, but also nasty health experiences that I would rather not repeat.
And how did you guess? Of course, my first port of call is always homeopathy – for everything from painful joints to tearfulness. Because of this choice, I hardly ever need medication. I would also not for a moment hesitate to question a medical practitioner about the medication they prescribe. If they could get a doctorate, they have the intelligence to look at healthy alternatives.
At what point do you start listening to your body? If you for example know you are diabetic, when will you cut out the sugar and carbohydrates if that is what the doctor advises? Will you do it over time – and bear the consequences because you are telling yourself that less poison is not really poison? Will you do it the moment you turn blind – and then say “I should have done this long ago – and maybe I can now reverse my decision and undo the damage to my body”?
Despite all my good habits, I still eat maize products – knowing my body struggles with them, and knowing their effect is worse than chocolate – you know the one about “a moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips”? That is what maize products do for me. I am working on it …
Now go and find your own way. Listen to your body.
Phew! I had no idea that me being a woman can be so intimidating to men that a flight can be delayed. Seriously. If I wasn’t there, and if I was not the cause of a commotion, I would not have believed it myself. And all I did was to occupy a randomly allocated seat on a plane.
Anyone who know me, will know that I am curious about all sorts of religions, philosophies and faith systems, because I believe having an open mind is important, and there is always a gem in the beliefs of others that I can benefit from.
I am still struggling to see the gem in this experience.
I was on a late-night flight from Krakow to London. The flight was delayed by over half an hour, and it obviously had been a long day for the flight crew. To add to the stress, the flight was overbooked.
There was a group of about ten Hassidic Jewish men in the departure hall. They kept to themselves, away from the other passengers. Nothing wrong with that – I guess if you believe, act and dress against the mainstream, you can have bad experiences, and deliberate isolation is a weapon against unwanted attention.
When it was boarding time, the group was first through the gate. No big deal, since everyone had a paid seat, and the seats were pre-allocated by the airline – unless you wanted to pay extra for picking your own seat. All I wanted was to have a seat, and to get home. I got a window seat, and although I normally prefer an aisle seat, I decided to do nothing about it, because I intended to sleep anyway.
So, we got on the plane – a crowd of tired people, eager to get home.
I found my seat and got settled. After a short time, most of the passengers were seated, but three of the Hassidic Jews were still standing in the aisle – in fact, not standing, but mulling around as much as you can do this in a cramped airplane. The very patient steward probably asked these three men seven times to please have a seat, while he was closing overhead lockers, and dealing with other pre-flight stuff. But they kept mulling around and talking to each other and the rest of the groups, clearly agitated.
Eventually the steward told them that they had to sit down, because the plane doors were closed, and the flight was ready to depart. Suddenly they all understood English, and one of them (a well-fed one with a plastic bag containing cigarettes and tin foil-wrapped food) pointed at me and I heard the word “woman”.
It turned out that the reason for them not taking their seats, was that none of them wanted to sit in a middle seat where there was even the remotest possibility of them even touching me, a mere woman.
And this on an overbooked plane where there are no spare seats, at 10.30 pm. Seriously, brother …
What was I to do? Give up my seat so that we could just get home? For a split second I thought of doing that, but then I thought no, God created me and each one of them and each one of their mothers, and God did not make a mistake. They clearly wanted the world to turn their way, and not in a pleasant or considerate manner either. Behind the prayer shawls and other garb were ordinary mortals who have obviously learnt to use their appearance (with long hair locks over the temples) and their dress code to manipulate the world, even if it is at the expense of other people.
I sat there and looked each one of them in the eyes in the friendliest possible way, and smiled.
The end result was that two other passengers offered to change seats, so that Tom, Dick and Harry could for heavens sake just sit down and we could get going.
Does this make me intolerant or disrespectful? Let’s see.
We got to London – by now it was close to midnight.
The plane was still taxiing, when the three musketeers and the rest of their crowd unfastened their seatbelts and gathered their stuff. I had never seen anything like that. The plane only came to a standstill about three minutes after the first of them got up. They were already crowding the aisle. I think the stewards were equally surprised by this.
The well-fed one was standing in the aisle next to the couple who did them (and everyone else) the favour of changing seats. The man in the aisle seat made an effort to get up – as passengers normally do when the plane comes to a standstill.
And guess what Mr Well-Fed did? He actually pointed a finger at this man and told him to stay seated. Like you would address a naughty pet. The man was as astonished as I was and remained seated.
So the crowd of Hassidic Jews marched off the plane, and everyone made way for them, because the alternative would have been a confrontation and God knows what the outcome of that would be in politically correct England.
But that was not the end of it.
I got my luggage and waited in the queue for the shuttle bus to the car park. There they were again – at the front of the queue. So? Of course, they can be at the front of the queue – first come, first served. Don’t be petty.
And the bus came. And Tom, Dick and Harry and their entire crowd got onto the bus and grabbed all available seats. Forget the couple with a small and restless baby. Never mind the elderly couple and the pregnant woman. They had their seats.
Do my observations indicate religious bias? Or did I happen to observe a group of exceptionally rude men who otherwise would probably have been punched on the nose, but who got away with this behaviour purely because they are big bullies in black garb with prayer shawls? You tell me.
I was just too happy to get home. And I still don’t subscribe to any religion, but rather believe in the philosophy of “live and let live”.
How would you have acted?
The answer is yes. If you think that is a nonsensical answer, you are correct, because the question is nonsensical.
We are all people. We are all spirits having a human experience. There are no superior spirits.
Of course, there are spirits that are further along their eternal journey, like Mahatma Ghandi, Nelson Mandela and the Dalai Lama.
There are other spirits who still have much to learn on their eternal journey, and I don’t need to remind you of those who provide very funny, sad and scary daily entertainment with their shenanigans on the world stage.
What prompted me to write this article is one of far too many arguments in social media about “psychics” who dare to act as “mediums” and the other way round – and then of course those infernal “empaths” who are superior to everyone because of their emotional sensitivity – or is it lack of emotional maturity?
Which box is the superior one? Which box do you prefer to fit into, and why?
Let me explain the meaning of each one of these boxes – and this is my view, so feel free to disagree.
Definition of a psychic: An ordinary human being who is aware that there is another dimension. The awareness ranges from a scale of dreaming at night to having brainwaves while being awake to being able to foresee the future, and it includes experiences of being aware of people who no longer inhabit their earthly bodies.
Definition of a medium: An ordinary human being who is aware that there is another dimension. The awareness ranges from a scale of dreaming at night to having brainwaves while being awake to being able to foresee the future, and it includes experiences of being aware of people who no longer inhabit their earthly bodies.
Definition of an empath: An ordinary human being who is aware that there is another dimension. The awareness ranges from a scale of dreaming at night to having brainwaves while being awake to being able to foresee the future, and it includes experiences of being aware of people who no longer inhabit their earthly bodies.
No, none of those are typing errors. Yes, every one of those are correct – in my view. How you define humanity and the connection with another dimension is your own choice.
I am often astonished by people who work in spiritualist churches as mediums, and who have more health issues than you can imagine because they don’t look after their bodies, and who are quite vehement in their criticism of psychics.
Of course many psychics (when sober enough and when not complaining about their ailments because they disregard their bodies) reciprocate by vilifying mediums because of their “limited” ability to communicate with another dimension only by speaking to spirits.
And then there are the empaths – more than the marketing guru behind the term could ever imagine – who are so sensitive that they cannot sleep if they read anything against their belief systems on social media, and who have this sense of superiority where they often shout out to the world that they cannot be hoodwinked because they are so “sensitive”.
I am sorry, but all of that sounds like ordinary human beings to me. Granted, some people have an increased ability to get information from energy waves around others, but that is not because of being superior. It is simply because they have an active pituitary gland and they are aware of how to use it.
Being able to use their pituitary gland to pick up these broadcasts of energy from others (in this and the other dimension) does not by default imply that the user has a strong sense of ethics, or that they no longer need to grow and mature.
If you brag on social media about how strong an “empath” you are and how nobody can pull the wool over your eyes, then you still need to learn a lot about humility and about not being judgmental, and a few other simple skills like listening.
If you go on a fishing expedition among your social media friends about “a sailor from WWII who visited me with a message in the night – who among my friends and acquaintances can even remotely associate with this illusion?”, then you have a lot to learn about the ethics of using such an ability – and yes, every person on this planet has this ability. We all need to love and respect our neighbour, regardless of whether we have a more active pituitary gland or not. Expecting people to indulge in your general fantasies so that you can confirm you are a “medium” is not fair.
If you expect people to pay for your psychic gift, then with that comes a huge responsibility to ensure you provide words of wisdom, encouragement and upliftment, and that you don’t communicate death sentences or misleading future options based on your own needs and views.
Let’s get rid of the labels, and just be human beings with dignity and respect for each other. Some people feel comfortable with communicating with dead people, and can bring comfort to others by doing that responsibly. Other people are more able to focus on the here and now, and help fellow human beings to understand their situation and make more informed choices. And others are simply human beings who prefer to just live their lives.
Of course, there are people with really strong abilities to receive information from the other dimension and help people in this dimension. Many of these people have only one agenda, and that is to help their fellow human beings. Many of these people charge for their services, because they also inhabit a human body, and they have to buy groceries and have a roof over their head. This does not make them a special breed. They are still human. We all are human. Let’s not forget that.
Do swine eat pearls? Of course, I am asking the metaphysical question. If you want solid proof, please don’t feed your own pearls to real pigs. Rather search the internet – if someone has ever tried it, Dr Google will have a record of it.
Sometimes one must ask questions such as these, just to get some sanity and a reality check on a situation.
I have over the past year had to reassess quite a few close relationships in my life. I will give you a brief outline, but you will have to believe me when I say that these events shook my world and made me reassess many things that I had taken for granted all my life.
The first event related to an online friendship that turned real and then into a disappointment – I in fact became an online mistress, and then realised that I had been exactly that for at least five years while I was telling myself that I was simply nurturing a beautiful friendship. The only way for me to put an end to it, was to walk away and no longer respond. I still cherish some of the most beautiful memories you can imagine, but the experience made me question my own judgement.
Of course, when it comes to friends and lovers, we all at times question our own judgement and we all at times are very wrong about people. Why do we have these experiences – especially when we are good people? I will get to that later.
The second event related to my best friend finally succumbing to a self-destroying addiction and the unbearable heartache of watching this happen over years and being totally powerless to do anything about it. My mother was not a joy to behold at the best of times – she made it clear that she hated me from my first memories. With this woman I had a second mother and best friend, and it was one of the most meaningful relationships I ever had – and she became family from the moment she married into my family.
Her daughter also became a very good and valued friend, but then committed fraud. All this came to light after the death of my friend, and the poor woman was vilified by people who should know not to judge, and who had seen her true nature for years but still judged her when she could no longer defend herself.
For me, family is very important, and I had to walk away from an entire family that I took on as my own over many years. I trusted people that were not worthy of my trust, and I loved people who turned out not to care about me at all.
But still, I chose to let these people into my heart and into my life, because I saw the good in them. I was wrong with some of them, but I chose to walk away from all of them. Why leave the opportunity to have your nose rubbed into what was immensely hurtful by remaining friends with some while avoiding others? It was not pleasant.
As if all this was not enough, an inheritance was involved. There is an old saying that an inheritance brings your background to the foreground. Believe me, that is true.
So – you can choose your friends, but you cannot choose your family, they say. I am afraid I now have to disagree.
When you reach out to a friend for years with regular contact, simply asking how they are and remembering their birthdays, and you get nothing in return, something is wrong. If that friend does not even reciprocate by asking once in twenty years out of their own how you are, something is wrong. If that friend makes it clear in many ways that you are not relevant in their world, and even ask you why you keep contact with them, something is wrong. Why would you even try and nurture a friendship in such circumstances? You would have to be very needy and emotionally disturbed to keep trying to remain in contact.
But for family, you would do it – or at least I did. Then, suddenly, when an inheritance was involved, I was the source of communication, the peacemaker, the middleman who had to fight fires on all sides, and the one who got blamed for what was not of my doing. I continued to reach out, because this was family, and family look after each other, no matter what.
Then a major family event – which required a gift from me – was communicated to me by text, because the value of the expected gift was obviously less than the value of the inheritance which warranted more phone calls to me in six months than in the previous thirty years. That finally opened my eyes.
Swine can and do eat pearls.
It is right and good to love and cherish relationships – both with friends, lovers and family – and it is good to give people the benefit of the doubt. However, when they finally chew you up and spit you out, then you walk away, do introspection and take the wisdom from the experience. You don’t hang around and delude yourself into believing that things will get better.
For me the wisdom from these experiences is that even unconditional kindness is not always reciprocated. The human experience is conditional. Over the years friends have become family, and family have distanced themselves because even having a simple friendship was asking too much. Some people live according to their beliefs and values, and others have never heard of the universal law of “say what you do and do what you say”. Some people will grow and become inclusive, and other will remain judgmental and petty until the day they die.
I cannot change people. I cannot change the way they view their world. It does not matter whether these people are family or friends. That is how it is. Where a situation becomes unbearably painful because what you believe and what the world – and the players on the stage of the world – show you are in such conflict, for me the only solution is to walk away with love.
Will I now stop loving people and stop giving them the benefit of the doubt? Probably not – I don’t believe my nature will change overnight – just like the nature of the people I leave behind will not change. That is how it is. Will I allow the people who abused my kindness and treated me like dirt to enter my world again? Of course. I have no desire to wish ill on anyone. However, I will not reach out and look for more hurt and trouble. If I encounter them in the street or on social occasions, I will treat them with the courtesy that most people deserve. I will not try to change them. I will simply move on and continue to live my life according to what I value and what makes sense to me.
You cannot fix a broken plate, and I will no longer pretend that it is possible to ignore the cracks in the plate. I can choose my friends, and on the same basis I can choose my family. I will not burn in hell, but I will rather continue with my eternal journey – just like they will, and I am grateful to all of them for being powerful teachers of powerful truths to me.
We are all here to fulfil contracts with our loved ones – contracts that we entered before we reincarnated. I have fulfilled my contracts with more people than I care to be reminded of over the past year, and it is time to take that wisdom and start a new cycle in my life, making space for new energy, new friends, new experiences. Namaste.
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