Earthing ~ Experiences

Earthing ~ A Journey 6

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My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

The post Christmas Season was a blah time. I wasn’t eating very well (again) and tended to stop at McDonald’s for an Egg Mcmuffin for breakfast on the way to college. Little did I know, until years later, that they (because of the egg) were the cause of ankle pains and joint stiffness that had me wearing orthotic inserts and taking pain killers. I thought it was the gruelling schedule and the physical demands of the massage practices that were having a physical effect.

It was the second term of school, and the pace stepped up, adding extra time to the curriculum in the form of evening massage clinics for the general public. This meant that I had to take one evening per week off from work. That meant catch up on my work load there too. My boss was not impressed, but I converted holiday allowance time to cover the evenings. I wasn’t going to get away with that forever though…My holidays would quickly run out.

My time at home on weekdays was now mainly just for studying and sleeping. As a consequence, my already crappy relationship, dived into a deep dark hole. I actually hated going home to a silent, brooding partner who was becoming more distant by the day.

One Saturday, his daughter was over. She often came on a weekend to visit her Dad. She was working now and would soon get her own apartment. We got on pretty well, but she was increasingly aware of the tensions and kept to herself beyond shared mealtimes.

I had just gone upstairs to put laundry away when I heard the phone ring. She answered it. There was a lot of talking, so the call was for her, but I couldn’t hear the conversation. However, I felt an awful feeling of dread come over me. There was something about the call that felt wrong and sinister. I had to do something.

Walking in to his computer room, I said to my partner, “I feel something bad is going to happen, please tell your daughter not to go out tonight.” He looked at me as though I’d grown two heads. “Uh huh!” he said shaking his head and returning his attention to his computer.

I had to do something so I ran downstairs and said to her, as soon as she had hung up, “I don’t know who that was, or what your call was about, and you don’t need to tell me, but I have a terrible feeling that something bad will happen if you go out tonight. I am begging you not to go out. Any other night, sure, but not tonight!” She looked at me and said simply, ” OK. ”

She went up to her bedroom. She didn’t go out, and that was very comforting, but I didn’t know the story until months later, when she chose to tell me.

She had been going out with a boy, that I had met only once, for almost a year. He had hearing problems (almost completely deaf) and possibly a few mental problems as well, I thought in hindsight. Their relationship had been good, but mixed with volatile arguments sometimes. It had not been violent until one evening he had punched her in the face. She ended the relationship then and there. He had begged her to come back. She didn’t.

He, apparently, had gone into a meltdown and his friends all blamed her. The phonecall had been from a girlfriend of one of his mates, with an invitation to a big get-together, but her ex wouldn’t be there, and would she come?

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It turned out that she learned from the same girl, in a another phonecall some days afterward, that the get-together was so that all the mates could beat my partner’s daughter up to teach her a lesson. The girl had called to apologise, that she didn’ t know about the planned beating and was glad that she had not shown up.

I was flabbergasted. I knew my feeling of danger was profound, but this was just unbelievable.

Relationships are so complicated and often have hidden agendas. I was relieved when she said, “when you told me not to go out, it sort of confirmed my own gut feeling that something was wrong. I completely severed ties with that group.”

Life chivied along with lots of term exams, innane work stuff and little time to think, let alone ground and meditate. I saw my friends when I could which was at least once per month, but never enough. Finally, the Easter break came. While work would continue, I had my weekday mornings free for a while. I replenished my energy.

My Polish friend had thoughtfully invited me to join her on a Saturday workshop with a Reiki Master healer. It required that participants had already completed Reiki I and Reiki II courses, which I had, but I didn’t know if I would be welcomed last minute, without pre-registration.

The session held about 10 participants, I was the 11th, but welcomed anyway, and I paid the course fee in cash on arrival.

The Instructor and her Assistant talked about their backgrounds, and how they worked together. Their form of Reiki had developed into an advanced form.

Each participant would have a turn for a healing session with her but first, she would demonstrate a healing session on a volunteer. The lady waiting in the wings (a client of the Instructor’s) had just been diagnosed with cancer, a form of Leukemia (although we weren’t told this until afterwards), and had consented to this public healing session.

To say that my jaw hit the floor, would be an understatement. The healing session started out with a scan and the usual Reiki format, but then developed into something resembling psychic surgery. The pair of healers worked in silence, quickly and with focused determination. The Instructor would seem to pull something like a stretchy glue away from the clients body, and the assistant would cut it near the skin surface with her hands. This would always have a sort of snap on the Instructor’s hands as she pulled whatever, free and cast it to the floor. What was unbelievable, is that the client had her eyes closed, almost under a complete trance, but her body writhed in a fashion that one would think physically impossible. It was scary to watch, like something out of the exorcist movie, but not quite so malevolent. Occasionally, a moan would come from the client, her facial expression clearly indicating something weird happening.

The two of them pulled what seemed like reams of material/energy out of her body, and then closed off with a soothing  scan and the usual crossed-hands ‘T’ over the heart to end the energy connection in a gentle manner. The room was so quiet. The client didn’t move, but I could clearly see that she was deeply unconcious. I could barely see her breathing, and she was shivering. The Instructor looked concerned. She waved all of us to leave our chairs to surround the client with our hands placed carefully, one at a time on her body. We all took our positions. The client was stone cold, freezing. As we pushed energy into her with controlled breathing techniques, the Instructor piled on about 6 blankets. It took probably 30 minutes of warming her with our energy, but she did warm up and the shivering stopped. Not a word was spoken except for the whispered commands from the Instructor.

I began to feel a migraine start. I tried to ground and shrug it off, but the feeling of nausea was overwhelming. I said nothing. The Instructor looked up from her position at the clients head. She gently took the hands of the person next to her and put them where her own two had been. She approached me and grasped my own hands, gently pulling me away and indicated to other participants to close up the gap. She sat me on a chair a few feet away, pushed some energy into my feet, and gently whispered to me to drink some water. Then she returned to her position with her client.

Eventually, everyone was ushered back to their chairs, and we all took a break for lunch while the client slept on, gently snoring. It was just an astounding thing. No one spoke much. It was all pretty hard to take in.

The client eventually did wake, feeling groggy. She remembered nothing of what had just happened. The Instructor asked her if she felt able to stand up? She did, and they gave her some water. She said that she felt somehow lighter. She came and sat with us for a little while, recovering. She said that she would fight her cancer and she hoped the healing session had helped. She felt it had!

After lunch, and the client already gone, the Instructor explained that she had intended to do an instructional healing, that it wasn’t really meant to have turned into the serious and difficult healing session that we had just witnessed, but that she and her Assistant had encountered a dark, black, sticky energy full of magnetism. They had worked quickly to pull it out of the body, and there was no time to explain what they were doing. She apologised if it had scared us. They had been unaware of her cancer diagnosis until just minutes before the session. They explained that cancer has its own energy and is always difficult to deal with.

The rest of the day was for each individual to receive a ‘healing session’ of their own with the Instructor. Unfortunately, there was not enough time for me, but during the lunch break, the Assistant had been asked by the Instructor to give me a special Reiki attunement. It was lovely, and as good as any healing session that I have experienced. Unfortunately, my friend was a little peeved that I should have this ‘attunement’ when no one else was offered the opportunity.

I really think the attunement was to help me stop retaining so much energy when it entered my body. I was being grounded yet again by someone else.

I would have loved to do a course with this lady, but I was already stretched for time, didn’t have the money, and the course would be two hours drive away from where I lived. I was disappointed…

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(To be continued…)

 

Earthing ~ False Bearers and Gifts

Earthing ~ A Journey 5

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My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

Christmas was around the corner and my boss came up with a ludicrous plan. I was to contact all our own suppliers, but she also gave me a list of outside businesses, to ask for promotional items. I was required to market the idea as beneficial to each business as a method to gain University clientele.’ I was horrified. In reality, she wanted the items for staff prizes at our departmental Christmas party. It was her effort to be seen as the ‘benevolent boss!’

She rejected my draft letter to our contacts as it did indicate the true delivery point for the sponsored items. She made me rewrite it (suggesting it was a promotion to the whole University community) and sign it. I was totally ashamed of the idea and outraged at the fact it would bear my name (her insistence as I was the Marketing Manager). It went out to 120 different businesses, some as unrelated to University interests as beauty salons, gift shops and clothing shops. This wasn’t marketing, it was grand deception.

Some of our supply company reps called me to find out what was going on. I’d known them for years. They also knew how demanding the new boss was. I had heard her scream at a few of them behind her closed door. I apologised saying it was out of my hands. They all sent in promotional items like clocks, umbrellas, golf shirts, calculators, and other quality goods. My office began to look like a collection depot for a charity. I wished it were for a good cause but it wasn’t. I was sick about it. This went against every fibre of my being. Some of the other Managers also knew this was wrong too, but kept quiet, except for one, who thought it was my idea and shouted at me for my unprofessional conduct, which she thought was disgusting. She later apologised when she realised I had been ordered to send the letters out.

The night of the party loomed and my boss asked me why I hadn’t indicated my attendance. She looked Angry! “I have an exam next morning… I have to study, ” I answered (it was true). She looked disgusted. “You should have allegiance to your work here,” she countered. I pointed out that it was a voluntary social event, and that not everybody would go (but actually they did because they were scared of her wrath) . At the party, the staff had to play games to win the prizes… There were just so many items, most staff ended up with at least two of the sponsored gifts. None of the staff knew the true source of their prize (as promised in the letter) and thought that it was the best Christmas party ever. My boss was not going to forgive me for not attending. I was the only person missing.

I needed an antidote to the shenanigans.

Our Receptionist had gone to the party (because she didn’t want to incur the boss’s displeasure), but confided to me that she was pretty disgusted at the money spent on it. I asked her what she was doing for the holidays? “I’m cooking a Turkey, to take down to ‘The Food Kitchen,” she answered.

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The Receptionist’s daughter worked for Amnesty International and also volunteered at the drop in centre for the homeless, known as ‘The Food Kitchen.’ All the volunteers were taking a cooked Turkey into the centre for A Christmas Eve Dinner Party for the street people. As her daughter was busy trying to get her baby well again, she was taking on the cooking of both Turkeys. “I can buy and cook one too, ” I volunteered.

Later, I also spoke with a friend working at a local’ Food Bank. ‘ She told me about a young Mum who had lost her job and just simply couldn’ t afford Christmas for her four-year-old.

So, on Christmas Eve, I gave my friend a food basket full of food, chocolates, a cooked ham, and a Christmas pudding, all topped by a giant Teddy and a few stocking stuffers to take to the young Mom. I never met her… I told my friend to keep it anonymous.

Then after cooking my stuffed Turkey, I bundled it into my car, still hot, and drove to the homeless drop in centre. My partner didn’t want any part of proceedings, describing it as a ‘complete waste of money.’ Bah Humbug.

There must have been 20 volunteers and at least 120 homeless people. I helped in the kitchen serving, and then we volunteers all sat down amongst the homeless to eat. It was a lovely party. One of the volunteers came in dressed as Santa and handed out homemade Christmas presents… Hats, scarves, gloves and items for survival on the street. Alcohol wasn’t allowed (for obvious reasons), but there was much laughter and lots of hugs. It was such a contrast to the work celebrations and actually my nicest Christmas Eve ever.

My own Christmas was pretty soulless but as always, I cooked a full Turkey dinner and all the trimmings. My ‘me’ time came later after I had finished washing-up. I would always ask my partner if he wanted to join me on an evening walk in the snow. The answer was always ‘no,’ and that year was no different.

The crisp air made the snow crunch underfoot. Tiny ice crystals were drifting in the air, looking like glitter in the glow radiated by street lamps. I could see my breath and felt it freeze on my scarf wrapped over my mouth. Christmas music wafted from houses lit up with neon pink, blue and green fairy lights. Occasionally a door would open and jolly voices would say hello or goodbye. But the magical bit always came with the stars. I could see Orion, the Plough, and the Pleiades group twinkling brightly above me as I moved to the darkened street end overlooking fields. There the universe spoke to me and always filled me with the best energy ever. It was and is the gift that keeps on giving. I felt I was changing and all that I once thought important, was just false and meaningless. It was as though a veil had been lifted and I was truly seeing the real face of real life for the first time. I was tempted to take off my boots and ground my feet, but it was just too darn cold! I counted my blessings and revelled in my great new experiences. The night felt magical.

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(To be continued…)

Earthing ~ Uprisings

Earthing ~ A Journey 3

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My Personal Journey to connect with Earth (continued)

My workplace became a place of backstabbing. My subordinate Night Manager wanted my job and tried to undermine me at every turn. I found him (a married man with three young kids) having an affair with another employee (also married). The security police had rung to inform me that our alarm system was being turned off at 2:00 am on a series of nights and my Night Manager’s code had been entered. (basically they were using my office for clandestine bonking sessions). However, my boss actually believed that he should not be warned or dismissed. Instead she ‘promoted’ me to a new job I didn’t want, nor was I qualified to do, and gave one of her friend’s my job. My Boss gave me no choice. I knew that this was the first sign that things were going to change, and rapidly.

I juggled my spiritual journey with an increasingly more difficult physical one. My new job gave me a new office, more computer work and demanded official marketing presentations but took away resposibility for any employees. (My Boss blamed me for not controlling my Night Manager’s rampant gonads!). However, other manager’s cooperation was required, and since I had jumped their ranks by 2 grades on the pay scale (something that shouldn’t have happened), it created animosity and I could not rely on their help (and in fact, they went out of their way to thwart my work). I was a long term employee, and my boss (only a year in the job) was not experienced enough to know what she was doing, but she had a way of belittling everyone, including me, while she flouted the rules.

Worse, I was suddenly aware that a deja-vu aspect of my death dream was developing quickly in my new circumstances. Not long after my move, my Boss said that I would be required to travel to New Orleans to some technology event or other, and she and her Supervisor would be coming too. My blood ran cold. It was the exact location in my dream that I had dismissed as silly and extremely unlikely. I had just been given a Dell laptop (an expensive bit of kit for the presentations) and my death dream had showed me going through a presentation on a laptop in the hotel coffee shop, when I would suddenly experience a gripping left side pain and my coffee cup would fall out of my hand, with the obvious death by heart attack consequences.

I kind of went into a meltdown of fear, but said nothing. Coincidence maybe, but many other incidences of the dream scenes were occurring for real,  and I began to panic.

I spent more and more time trying to meditate and ground myself. My world felt like it was spinning out of control and I could only watch and observe it doing so.

The real reason my boss wanted to go with me to New Orleans was to get an all expenses paid trip. It would be a junket on the public purse as our business operated under ancillary services of a University. It was all wrong, and I knew it. The venue would not benefit us or the University! The Provost, (her boss) was going along with this grand deception. I had to think of something to get out of it, but I was worried about income so I couldn’t just quit. I had several months before the New Orleans Technology Conference, so I did have some breathing space.

I thought I needed some time to think about my life without the stress of work. I requested an unpaid leave of absence for 10 weeks. I was entitled under the rules of my long term employment, but I still had to have a reason. I used ‘relationship problems’ as an excuse. My boss actually agreed (to my surprise).

My partner was going to visit his aging parents for six weeks, (and, as I would later learn, to play around with an old girlfriend on the side). My relationship was definitely on the rocks anyway.

I spent my ten weeks with my new friends, pursuing weekend Reiki courses, shamanic rituals, sacred dancing and special workshops that took me to an even higher awareness of connectivity and taught me more healing skills. I almost went to the ‘witch’ lady’s full moon celebration, but when she said they would dance naked around the fire and then sit in a sauna all night to purge their physical bodies, I wasn’t sure, and didn’t go. Perhaps I should have. In hindsight, dancing barefoot might have been very grounding, and the sweat lodges (a kind of shamanic thing), were built over bare earth.

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During my solitary days, I sat on the grass in my garden, planted vegetables amongst the flowers and had my arms wrapped around trees on long walks, some barefooted. I was in heaven. All my stresses were out of my life for the moment. It was a blissful and healthy time for me. I ate salads and prepared lovely food from local organic shops and didn’t drink any alcohol. I was really grounded and happy. It was the best summer of my entire life.

But, I had to return to work, and while I needed a new job, I also needed time to implement a course of action to get one, so I continued playing the game.

The New Orleans trip was still three months away and I made a premature risky move to try to avoid going. It was one that didn’t pay off. In fact it backfired spectacularly…

I did a little research on the Technology Conference in New Orleans (coincidently occurring at the same time as the February Mardi Gras festival) and found that we were only given a small insignificant slot. It was hardly worth paying the flights, hotel and food expenses for  three (or as it would turn out, four people) to attend for four days.

And I told my boss in no uncertain terms that “We’ d be wasting our time there, and tax-payer money.”

My boss looked at me with thunderous eyes, walked around her desk and slammed her office door shut, (a sign to the staff on the other side of it, that she was about to tear strips off me). The blast of anger I received could be heard up and down the building. Then she said she would send another Manager in place of me and told me to ‘get out!’

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I walked back to my office with staff eyes following me, burning holes in my back. Ten minutes later, my office door opened and my Boss walked in. Her anger, it seemed, had worsened. She was clever, no one heard this conversation and I couldn’t prove it (I did try, and even consulted a lawyer), but she growled in a low voice  that I was to go home immediately (it was a Friday morning). I was to think very hard about my options over the weekend and either come back on Monday with my resignation on her desk, or to grovel for my job (her words) but in that case, she would make my life a living hell for the rest of my work days.

I had not expected this at all. The stress for me was huge…

I had to  figure out what to do on Monday? … And I didn’t intend to go home to tell my lazy partner that I had virtually been fired. I spent the rest of the day in a nearby woodland trying to connect with the earth… And to plan a new life! I meditated and grounded myself all weekend. I was so grateful that I had this in my life, because without it, I think I would have had a complete mental breakdown.

(Incidentally, two of my previous staff were assigned to give the New Orleans  presentation in my place but when they all arrived that following February, the they had been relegated to 30 minutes in a general interest booth, outside of the conference proceedings – along with the trinket sellers – and they did their presentation to ten bored attendees, with five of them wandering away after just a few minutes. My Boss had not even made an appearance. The four of them spent the rest of their time partying day and night at the Mardi Gras courtesy of the Canadian taxpayer).

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(To be continued… )

Earthing ~ Primer

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Earthing – A Journey

I have wanted to do a series of posts on ‘Earthing,’ for at least a couple of years now, but have had great difficulty in finding the right way to approach what I find to be a difficult, highly important concept, to portray in any sort of coherent manner. I will give credit to my good friend, raw god, for providing inspiration to approach the subject from a personal viewpoint, rather than preach in any way. It is excellent advice and actually makes it a much easier series of writings.

Before I begin with personal accounts, (which will be mixed with a little of what I have learned from other sources), I want to start in the middle of this subject. A strange place to start any account of one’s experiences, but important for any reader who might need some background on what ‘Earthing,’ or ‘Grounding’ (as it is alternatively known), means to human beings.

This documentary, released in December 2019, gives a very tangible account of why we need to connect properly with our Earth, in an electrical sense, for our own health and well-being. It is factual, has written scientific papers backing up its authenticity and is intended for a wide range of audiences. Since my partner watched this, he has been walking barefoot everywhere he is able (getting quite filthy in our pollution-filled world). I am more selective, as concrete and asphalt roads, and our man-made environments are full of insulating materials, blocking any sort of connection with the ‘earth’ beneath our feet. I hope you will watch this as it is one of the best scientific approaches that I have seen on this subject which is often shrouded in the spiritual and mystic practices of society.

I will continue this series with a very personal account of my own journey with ‘earthing,’ my on and off relationship with it, and where I want to take it going forward. My journey is unique, everyone will find something different, but I think by telling my story, just as in the documentary that you have just watched, I might just help you, my reader, with your own wellbeing journey. But more, perhaps it will also convey the urgent need for a connection with each other and all life on our planet.

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Deep Connection

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It is 2020, and I have not written for so long. The terrible fires in Canada the US and Australia and the dire prediction of Blue Ocean Events, Climate Chaos and Extinction events, and Political polarisation, world-wide, have thrown us (and me) into a fear state of epic proportion. I have not felt like writing about these events or the great sadness I feel for the loss of everything I hold dear to my being.

I have been thinking all day on how to connect, how all of us connect in this thing called life. Everything seems to be in dissonance and chaotic upheaval right now. I know chaos theory is a mathematical sub discipline studying complex systems of seemingly random patterns. But I also know that Golden Ratios and Fibonacci sequences are the opposite, being simplistic, harmonic mathematical patterns that are eloquent and easy to find in nature, indeed throughout the universe. They are the stuff of creation itself.

The Fibonacci sequence can be applied visually, and musically. There are some lovely, and fascinating Youtube representations you can find of this. It’s repeating pattern is soothing and somehow binds everthing together. So how do we leave the dissonance, and connect to the harmony of Fibonnacci sequences in our lives?

I think that this comes from wanting to ‘sing from the same hym sheet’ to quote a rather tired, but useful, euphemism. So why don’t we try… Why don’t we start sending our love to all situations as a global force to quiet the dissonance?

This video was made almost 10 years ago. Hundreds of people auditioned for the virtual choir, singing in front of their home computer to a virtual conductor (Eric Whitaker) . The result was compiled and its creation has been featured at many Ted conferences and othe venues.

When people focus on the same thing, put their heart and soul into it and let their light shine, all dissonance disappears. It is a simple idea and the beauty is astounding… Could we make the world beautiful again by blocking out all dissonance with focused and loving intentions?

The composition Lux Aurumque (“Light of Gold”) is a choral composition in one movement by Eric Whitacre. It is a Christmas piece based on a Latin poem of the same name. It is such an ethereal piece of music that it gives me hope for 2020. I keep watching it over and over, because it touches my heart.

Worrying

This is a guest post by gserpent.

I myself find this something for me to think about. I am the proverbial worrier… And as this post points out most eloquently, the things we worry about may never happen, or if we are so determined to worry, it can become a self-fulfilling prophesy (even if it is unconsciously provoked).

I encourage you to go to gserpent’s page to read…and follow the various reference links. However, many thanks to gserpent, for permission to reprint the text and video here for convenience. 

 We all worry.  Why do we worry all the time?  Getting this under control is one of the greatest things Magic does.  We as a human race are constantly looking for problems and danger. We look for something to happen.  No matter how good things get, we constantly play out worst case scenarios in our mind. Most people think this is a good thing.  They are simply wrong. It fills us with anxiety and we get addicted to the anxiety. You will never eliminate worrying, but you can understand that worrying is worthless.  

When you worry you don’t get good results in your life and it makes you not feel good.  It makes you feel frantic and anxious. It causes you to self sabotage. You focus on something and you actually attract it to you.  What you think about you bring about. I just got back from a vacation. We flew out to Phoenix and my mind wanted to get me to think about the bad things that could happen.  What if the flight has a mechanical delay? What if our rental car breaks down? What if our reservations were messed up at the resort? What if, what if, what if. If I focused on these worries, I would not have had a good time.  What most do is they focus on the bad that pops into their mind and it makes their motivation go way down.

 

The ancients called this the troll or gremlin in the mind. It is the troll or gremlin in your mind that is doing this.  People will worry so much and cause the thing to happen that they worry about and then they will say their worrying was justified.  When if fact they brought it upon themselves. The thing with worrying is that is spikes the emotion of anxiety and fear. When you set things in your mind with emotion it makes them stronger.  Your mind thinks that’s what you want so it brings it to you. Then your mind gets into a vicious loop.

 

First you need to understand that worrying is not your fault.  If you have read Lemurian Magic, you understand that chaos has been with the human race from the beginning.  Our race has had catastrophic things happen from the very beginning. It is why the human race is how it is.  When things get good we worry about bad things happening. When bad things don’t happen we make bad things happen because we are addicted to the feeling.   Our mind wants to bring bad things to the fore front. We live in a world of duality. Bad things will happen, but we as a human race keep thinking about bad things and actually bring on bad things because we are addicted to it.  It is just like a new born who’s mother was addicted to a drug while she was pregnant. That new born will be addicted to that drug and will probably seek that drug out their whole life. This is the human race! We were born addicted to the drug of chaos.  Our mind seeks it out! We are addicted to fear and anxiety and we want that drug.

 

Worrying is useless.  You will never eliminate them, but you can reduce the worrying or make them not as bad.  Worrying drains your energy. It drains you psychic energy and mental resources. When you focus on the worrying you start to worry more.  Your vibration starts to change and your mind brings in more negative worrying(see Are Your Thoughts Your Own?). When you start to worry, catch yourself and ask your mind, why are you doing this?  What is the purpose of this negative worrying? Let the ego side of you mind know that you are in charge now and you will focus on all the cool, fun, good things that will happen instead of the bad.  That is exactly what I do anytime I get caught into a worry spiral. This process can be rather amusing if you listen to yourself argue with your own ego. It is what Gollum in Lord of the Rings was based on.

 

The ego is the infantile side of the mind.  If you yell at yourself and talk down to yourself in your own head, it will just feed the tantrums and worrying that your ego will do in the future.  You need to be gentle with your own ego. Just like a child will not respond well to negative motivation, neither will your ego. Negative motivation will work, but it’s not high quality and will not last for long.  Besides why would you want to motivate yourself with pain when you can motivate yourself with ambitions, pleasure and desire. Become aware of yourself by monitoring your own thoughts. Be honest with yourself. If you are a constant worrier and all you do is think negative thoughts all the time,  make a catastrophe about situations, worry about stuff that is out of your control or if you worry about things and stuff does not work out for you then you need to admit to yourself that the infant ego is in control. This is valuable insight to have about yourself. With this you can bring awareness to your worrying.

 

Your thoughts create your feelings and emotions.  If you are anxious and low energy all the time then its your thoughts that’s doing it to you.  It creates frustration and negative feelings. Try to focus on the positive outcomes when you catch yourself worrying.  When I catch myself worrying about the negativity I will get with what I say on my blog, I switch that to focusing on all the people I will help by releasing info that is very hard to find.  I focus on the chains that I break others from. How breaking the chains made my life better and how it will help others who want to break the chains too. Even if you have done the rejecting thoughts and accepting thoughts exercise I show in Magic, this exercise on focusing on the positive outcomes will help you too.

 

This is the beginning of inner work and understanding yourself.  Im not telling you that all your fear is bad. There is such a thing as realistic fear.  You would not be alive without realistic fear, but worrying brings on unrealistic fear. So other people will tell you that you have to get rid of all your fear.  Realistic fear is necessary. It keeps you from doing stupid things that will get you hurt or killed. Unrealistic fear is when you experience fear or anxiety when there is no real threat.  It’s all in your head. It is all the ego doing it. I can not stress this enough, it’s not your fault. Our minds are addicted to anxiety because of our history. Here are three more things that will help you get the worrying under control.

 

Put yourself in new situations.  Experience the world. Learn things for yourself.  Part of the reason a lot of people worry is they live a sheltered life.  Remember back the first time you started something new like your job. You worried about every last little thing until you got used to doing it and it became routine.  All the unrealistic fears you had caused anxiety. When you get out and do new things your mind will worry, but do the exercise I just showed you. Then when you go do the new things you like again, there will be less anxiety and you will have learned new things.

Break the feedback loop of your mind.  Whatever your internal state is, your emotional state or your regular state, it will be how you perceive the world.  We all live in this world but perceive it different. It is our relativity. We will all tune in to things that keep that inner state alive.  When you start to get into a worry spiral, you will look for things to reinforce your worrying. Then you worry more and look for more reinforcement.  Break that loop. Make yourself focus on the positive outcomes. This is why I say cut out the news. All of the news is to keep you in a negative feedback loop.  Change your influences.

Re-own what you have disowned about yourself.  Think of a time in your life where you were made fun of or shamed for something you did that was outside the norm of the masses.  Maybe you had an outfit you loved and wore it to school and got made fun of, so you never wore it again and started wearing what everyone else was wearing.  Maybe you spoke up about something and were shamed by a teacher for not going with what’s in the text book. It may not sound like much, but to a kid it is traumatic and overwhelming.  As a kid, your world is all you knew. To not fit in literally feels like you will die to a kid. When you were shamed or ridiculed your survival instinct kicked in and disowned certain parts of yourself, so you could fit in.  You have lived your life that way ever since. When certain things come up in your life today that trigger you, it makes you feel like you did when you were a kid. Realistically being different is not dangerous, but our mind makes it out to be dangerous.  Re-own who you are and validate who you really are. Look for things that trigger you, the things make your mind start to worry and give you anxiety. Those are bithings you have disowned about yourself. People try to stay out of situations that trigger them, but if you let yourself be triggered it brings it out so you can bring awareness to it.

Apply all of this to your life and it will help slow the worrying down.  These are what helped me. No one knows you better than yourself. Magicians, Witches and Wizards use the subconscious side of the mind to help them think.  It is the part of the mind that has been around since the beginning. Using it will not eliminate worrying, but it will help bring the worrying ego under control.

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