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LIKE MANY IN this day and new age, I've come to realize
that my divine spark loves to party like it's 2012. Whenever I try to
stick with just one spiritual practice, tool, belief, or philosoph
Now, I used to work hard to solidify my divine self, build something
stable, like instilling a daily Zen meditation beneath its wiggly butt,
but try as I might, my spirit just didn't want to do the same
thing day after day. I felt like had spiritual ADD. As a result, I spent
years thinking I must be incredibly unevolved, undisciplined, uber-egocentric
and the like, because my spirit
Bubble Power A potent example from my own life: I used to believe that in order to be a strong, empowered woman who wouldn't get pushed around in this crazy world or be whacked by all the negative or dark energy, I needed to protect myself. I practiced a popular energetic technique taught by many new-age teachers, which involved imagining myself surrounded by a hard protective shell or bubble. I would blow that bubble up every day and use it all the time, from shoe shopping to concerts to meditation to just reading the newspaper. For awhile, it worked quite well (and it still does, on occasion). I loved this practice and told all my girlfriends about it and was feeling oh-so-special and strong, because I believed I'd finally learned the answer to why we sometimes feel so grimy and gross after we've been around crowds, or when we walk down that street and have strange men whistle catcalls at us. Because we were letting all that nasty badness and horny male energy into our sacred space without any protection, that's why! The solution? Bubble power, baby. Now, I still feel this technique is a great idea, and can be very useful at times. But after a while, I found that trying to keep myself protected all the time exhausted me. The protective bubble began to feel like a wall, a separation, a denial, a me-versus-them chasm, and ultimately a weakness, as I finally realized I was creating it not out of a desire for more assuredness, but out of fear. Recognizing that my bubble was more a distancing device than true strength, I began to let it disintegrate. And sure enough, as soon as I did, new beliefs began to replace the old. Information that supported my new, bubble-less spirit began to magically appear. Like, for example, a dust-covered, slightly cheesy Tai Chi video I happened upon while cleaning my closet, which discussed why there is more power in "working with" rather than "working against." Or a snippet from a magazine article I happened upon during a layover in the O'Hare airport, which mentioned a Taoist belief that there is more strength in allowing things to flow through you then fighting to keep them out. And then there was that yoga teacher who whispered in my ear one class, that moving with love is stronger than moving in fear (and he was kind of cute, so I really heard that one). And so on.
The point is, it's not that the bubble technique is wrong, it's that
it was no longer working for me The irony in my example is, of course, that I would not have really understood the flow - that using a love energy is, for me, an even more powerful and fluid form of "protection" - if I did not go through my bubble phase. It was a mandatory chapter, and its lessons were invaluable. And yes, it was a little embarrassing to go back to some friends and say, "Oh yeah, by the way, all that whoop-dee-la I shouted about putting up bubbles and protecting ourselves? Well, um, I'm not so sure it's right for me anymore. Sorry." Sigh. Thank goodness for understanding friends.
The Truth Won't Set You Free, Unless It's Your Own
Of course, the signal to move on or shift our practices, beliefs, teachers ain't always obvious. Sometimes we absorb someone else's protocol, some traditional or trendy spiritual roadmap to enlightenment and by doing so, we often override or subvert our own unique map. Truth is, even if you find yourself nodding yes yes yes to the most super-duper amazing, most profoundly enlightened teachings, disciplines, or beliefs you've ever encountered in your entire life ever, your divine spark might be quietly nudging you in another direction. No matter how great it is, that particular truth just might not be what your spirit wants to experience right now.
Move, Damnit! Soon, huge life transitions loomed. A move, what looked like the end of a loving relationship, and a career change all suddenly popped up at once, and my class applauded me for creating these changes and told me it was part of my spiritual progression, and this would help me move into my spiritual power, blah blah blah. "Cool!" I thought, "I'm becoming all enlightened and empowered and stuff by going through these huge incredibly painful changes!" (Pain is often part of spiritual growth, they were quick to remind me). But something felt a little off. As I pressed myself forward through these changes using the class' techniques, beliefs, and practices to define and shape them, I began to, you know, freak out, and my body and emotions began to seriously overreact. I couldn't sleep, or eat, and I cried oceans. Every time a classmate would call to give me some spiritual help I would feel like a suit of armor was constricting me. They told me my sadness and anxiety and bizarre armor-like sensations were due to past karma and my fears of moving forward on my spiritual path. Sounded kind of right, I mean whatever was going on was definitely kicking my butt and I so desperately wanted to be the A+ student and gain more spiritual power.
But one day healthy doubt crept up and I started looking back at the
past nine months and realized how much my life had been totally absor The lights went on! The heavy armor fell off! I realized where and how I started to lose my power by letting my experience be guided by an outside source (even though the outside source was very "spiritual" and intuitive and compassionate). Surprised, I realized the point of all this was to walk down that mountain. To take my power back. To leave one truth for my own. I left the class, reconnected with my self, and moved on in my own way. I still admire and respect those teachers and techniques greatly, but I'm happier and healthier (and actually growing faster) by allowing my inner artist to color outside the lines and paint my own path. That lesson bit me on the ass. The good ones usually do.
One more thing: I'm not rejecting or judging the spiritual beliefs or practices I let go of - I'm simply expanding my tool chest, keeping my life spontaneous, allowing my intuition, the voice of my divine spark, to guide me to what's needed now so I can grow even more. What I let go of, I might use again in the next five minutes, or five years, or five decades. I don't shut anything out. I keep myself open and primed and ready to grab whatever it is I may need next. I keep dancing the fire, never settling down for too long in one spot, finding peace and stability within the divine flow. As I say in The Red Book (195-196):
© Sera Beak, 2006
Sera will be featured as a guest speaker this month on WorldPuja.org.
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