I AM SITTING AT THE KITCHEN TABLE IN AN APARTMENT I SHARE
with six other girls. We’re getting ready to go out to a
dinner with people we really don’t want to socialize with.
One girl slams down another case of Coors on the kitchen table.
Drinking, in their mind, will obviously help even out the bitterness
of the evening. It doesn’t matter who you have to talk to
if you don’t remember them the next day, right?
want one, Rachel?” they ask. Pause. Long pause.
is moments like these when my beliefs are tested most. What does
a young spiritual girl do in this situation? What does light and
love have to say about beer? Or pot? Decisions like these remind
me that no matter how voraciously I approach the work of Kryon,
or Edgar Cayce, or any spiritual teaching, it will not give me
a specific guidebook to all of life’s little ins and outs.
We may sit in meditation for hours, or read Soul Purpose
curled up in our favorite chair, but our true faith is not defined
until we step out into the world full of decisions and we become
what we read about. Metaphysically, the books may teach, but we
have the free choice to act; to re-member who we are in every
moment. But if there are no specific dos and don’t list
for lightworkers, how then can I find the basis to make the decision
I must now make?
are a thousand reasons I could list that make alcohol unappealing
to me. It smells bad, you make yourself sick, it’s empty
calories (extremely dangerous for those like myself that are miniature
health goddesses), and it seems to cause a lot of unnecessary
trouble. But the only reasoning that really counts, in my mind,
is spiritual reasoning. Since spiritual books don’t list
advice on decisions about alcohol and other drugs, I knew I would
have to build on what I had already been taught. My decision to
drink would ultimately effect my body, so I sought to look at
the teachings on human biology.
Journey Home, my favorite book, taught me how precious and
special my biology is. As an Indigo now becoming an adult, I am
more and more aware of how my decisions affect that biology. The
Journey Home taught me to respect my body. I started taking
proper care of my skin, and my acne all but disappeared. I started
taking care of my hair, and now it is soft and manageable. I started
exercising regularly. and now I have less stress and more energy.
I started eating healthy, balanced meals. and now I am breathing
easy while those around me suffer from bronchitis, mono, and severe
allergies. It takes a lot of work and effort to keep a biology
package working at optimum level, but I have reaped all of the
does this influence my decision to drink or not? Alcohol is primarily
calories without nutrition, and it also has damaging effects
on brain cells. The only health positive that comes from it is
that it might prevent heart attacks, if taken in moderation. This
effect, however, can also easily be replaced by daily exercise,
which I do. The conclusion for my body is simple: it would only
have a negative effect. It would be, in fact, a poison.
wheels in my head then began to turn quicker. Would I pour tar
down the isles of a church? No. Would I grow weeds in a synagogue?
No. Would I drench a mosque in alcohol? No. Then why would I poison
the temple that houses my soul? The answer I was led to amazed
me. People on this earth would cry and wail if a cathedral was
damaged, even if no one was hurt, and those same people would
go out to the club and trash their own bodies that very weekend.
I would not damage my biology in that way.
I tried to come up with the actual purpose for alcohol. What need
does it meet in the human? Being that it is usually used in social
settings, it seems to only serve a social purpose, but that is
quite paradoxical. People drink when they are out with friends
and they want to have a good time, but, as I mentioned before,
you don’t have to care about who you’re with when
you’re drunk because you probably won’t remember what
happened anyway. It is, therefore, used as a distraction. People
drink to have fun for themselves, instead of having fun with their
friends. And why would I need a distraction when my goal is to
spend time and “play well” with my friends when I
am out. Wouldn’t it be more respectful to give my fellow
human beings the most respect and attention that I can? Why should
I allow myself to be distracted from the wonders of the people
and the places that I have before me? Beer and pot will only show
me a disillusion that has been created. Being disillusioned won’t
help me accomplish the purpose of my soul, it won’t make
me stronger or better, it will only lead me to believe that when
I am without brain altering substance, I have a lack, and that
is always a lie. Why should I poison myself, damage the temple
of my soul, distract myself from the beauty of life, lie to myself,
and divert from the purpose that I am here to accomplish?
thanks,” I replied. I felt the invisible wall go up. The
one that separates the drinker from the non-drinker, lower vibrational
activity from high. There are consequences for choosing the road
not taken. I have learned that separation and loneliness are two
of the most painful. But different people will choose different
paths for different reasons, and some are meant to choose different
paths for different reasons. Though the separation from others
who choose differently than I may be painful, it does not blind
my love or respect for them. I still find the girls amusing as
I sit at the table and talk with them about our impending doom.
I love them no less, even with the invisible wall separating us,
because I know that their lives and decisions are their own to
choose. This too is another spiritual lesson, that of unconditional
love. In the end, I have chosen to honor myself and my biology
as I wish it to be honored, as my spirituality taught me to honor
it. I took my knowledge of self and spirit and made my own personal
guide to life’s decisions. I choose to live in the light.
The light of my own beliefs, my own choices, and my own responsibilities.
2003 Rachel Dutcher