The Dark Side of Living in the Light
Catchy title, right? Not wishing to be dramatic here. Just telling it like it is.
For some people, living in “the light” means being of a higher vibration and seeing that vibration in all of existence. That is beautiful, amazing and wonderful. It is possible to find your Zen and look at life from the higher perspective and realize that no matter what happens in the lifetime, you are a soul with a continuous stream of existence.
For other people, they find their spirituality within the light by adapting belief systems and practices that allow them to feel closer to their higher power. This too, is an incredible way of life.
And still others take on roles as light workers, healers, ministers and such to help people open up to their light, to empower them to embrace their spirit and their strength. Many of these Spiritual teachers and leaders teach that we are of a vibration now where darkness no longer exists, while others will pound the reality of evil into the forefront of their teachings to elicit fear.
So where is reality in all this?
I believe we create our own reality through our perspective. If you believe that we are living in a higher dimension right now where no dark energies can be present, then that is your reality. If you believe you have to adhere to certain rules and rituals because the devil waits for you around each corner, then that is your truth.
I never really believed in curses or spells. Sure, I liked to play witch when I was a little girl and was known to play with candles when I wasn’t supposed to. I was drawn to ancient Egyptian texts at a young age and marveled at their rites and incantations used in ceremony. I thought it magical. I respected their devotion to their faith. But that, honestly, was about it.
Then began my studies in Native American Shamanism. I was part of ceremonial practices and could feel Spirit and energy all around me. It wasn’t a spell. I wasn’t directing negativity to anyone. It was beautiful, engaging, entrancing and LIGHT! The connection made my heart sing.
As I dug deeper into my spiritual learning, I still held a disregard for curses, believing that only those in a state of fear and adhering to a particular belief system could be affected by such things. I gave this practice no power whatsoever. Even when my teachers would explain about psychic warfare and how to combat it, I would go to my happy place in my mind. Those things had nothing to do with me. They were for other people, not as “light” as me of course, to deal with in their reality.
And then I got my first attachment. It hit me hard. I was depleted, mentally, physically, emotionally and definitely spiritually. I thought I was losing my mind. I couldn’t concentrate, didn’t want to move and definitely felt like leaving this life would be the best choice I could make. Thankfully, I turned to a trusted teacher and Shaman for help. I thought it was something purely physical or perhaps I pulled something in from a client.
As I spoke to my Elder, he connected with my energy. I could see him going into trance and taking inventory of my field. Within moments he told me each physical symptom I was having, the negative thoughts I’d been experiencing as well as visions of a man I’d been working with. He went on further to explain to me that this man had placed a negative entity into my energy field to weaken me and cause me harm.
I was dumbfounded. Why would anyone want to do that? I was very Pollyannaish about being of the light. I thought as long as I did my light work I got a free pass on negativity.
Ummmm….NO! Even as I write that statement I cringe. And I laugh.
My wonderful teacher explained to me the importance of boundaries – physical, emotional and energetic. He also enforced and reiterated the tools I had been taught but not practicing myself in regards to clearing and dealing with negative energies directed to cause and inflict harm.
My mind and heart went into fear. Was I so weak that I allowed this person to harm me? What would happen next time? Why didn’t my guides let me know? How can I be intuitive and not know this?
I saw the eyes of my teacher begin to sparkle and a smile paint across his compassionate face. “What did you learn?” He asked. “What gifts were you given? And Honey, if you expect your guides to give you ALL the answers you are barking up the wrong tree. If they gave you all the answers why would you be here? You would stay on the other side.”
I sat with that. Long and hard I sat with that. I began to realize that life is a learning curve. Each experience gifts us an opportunity to discover something new.
Doing this work for going on 20 years now, I’ve witnessed and experienced more than my share of light and dark. I believe we can’t have one without the other – not on this Earth plane. We come here to experience both and to learn from each. And then we have a choice. Which will we allow to be the driving force in our life, good or evil?
Yes, there are curses, spells, negative entities, demons, dark dimensional beings, psychic attacks and other creepy crawlies in existence. But that doesn’t mean we have to bury our heads in the sand or hide under the covers. Knowledge, as they say, is power. There are tools to deter each of these scenarios and just because something is out there doesn’t mean you will experience it.
Every bad thing that happens in your life isn’t because of a curse or some sorcerer conjuring black magic. Take responsibility for your life, meaning – your BODY, your MIND and your ENERGY. When all are in good working order with proper boundaries in place, no darkness can come through.
Reactions in the Event of Death
This subject is a very “touchy” one and one that I do not take for granted or lightly by any means.
Is there a “right” and a “wrong” way to react in the event of death? I’ll let you be the judge of such things. Each of us has our own coping mechanisms, our own way of dealing with the feelings that come up when there is a death that affects us. The overwhelming waves of sadness, shock, grief, anger and rage can all be a part of reaction.
I write about this subject in the wake of the tragic school shootings in CT a few days ago. My sincere condolences to all the families affected by this senseless tirade go out. I can’t even begin to imagine the pain they must all be going through as well as those who witnessed this tragedy and all their friends and families connected to the event.
Within hours of the report of this violence, the debates began: gun control, mental health issues, political agendas, school safety, training our children for combat, etc. etc. etc. Sensationalism reigned over our news feeds and misinformation was delivered about many key details. More focus seemed to be on the person that caused this horrid act than was placed on the victims. With all of our technology available, from video live feed to internet, have we lost our sensitivity? Do we need to be privy to all details of how this event transpired, or can we trust our police officials to make the right decisions? Can we instead focus on the innocent children and adults who are no longer with us?
With the deathing work that I do, I have had the privilege of being at the side of many who have passed. I have also lost many who are very dear to me, most recently my father. When my father passed, all I wanted was to be comforted. I wanted to be held. I wanted to numb and not feel anymore. I wanted to remember every second I ever spent in the company of this remarkable man. I didn’t want to hear about the things he could’ve done differently regarding his health. I didn’t want to hear about cancer reforms or what political party was getting kickbacks from big pharma. All I wanted, really, was to remember his love. Had I experienced the negative reaction, I don’t know how I’d have been able to cope.
With the families of the loved ones I’ve assisted in transition, they also just wanted to honor and remember the person who’d passed. Many times with the uncomfortable emotions that death can stir, people can react in a variety of ways; some helpful, and some not quite so helpful. It is easy to push the sadness and grief away from the forefront and focus on other points to relieve the stress and anxiety.
Death is never easy, no matter which way it comes to pass. Whether it is a known inevitability or a sudden act, it is never easy for the ones left in it’s stead. Grieving is a vital part of the healing process. May we assist those within this process by sending them prayer, good energy and compassion.
I received and email from a student of mine that was quite broken up by the school shootings. She asked me how could God allow such terrible things to happen and what was the Angel’s perspective. I replied to her that I am far beyond the grasp of God’s divine understanding, but that I would bring forth what information came to me from the Angels. This is what came through:
“Were you to know the the reasons as to why this tragedy happened, would it make the pain suffered any less? Would the grief sustained be shortened in any way?
This is the time Dear Ones, to step out of your continual logical mind thinking and step fully and completely into your hearts. Embrace one another. Show love. Shine your light.
To heal these deep wounds requires bonding together, leaning on one another and holding each other tightly. It is not the time for arguing and negativity. It is the time for remembrance of what has been lost and comforting those in need.
Do not contemplate on things beyond your control or point blame. Center your energy instead on what is within your free will – Love; pure, simple, unconditional love.
Love shared with another is the greatest gift on Earth. Send your love freely to those who lost their lives and to their loved ones.”
I believe these statements hold true to all instances of death, and I am grateful for this enlightenment.
May we share the greatest gift of Love with each other in all times.
Angel Blessings to you all,
I didn’t intend on getting sick and I sure did not intend on spending my morning in Urgent Care, but alas this is what happened so I did my best to roll with the punches (and trust me I feel like I’ve been beat up big time). After spending a good part of yesterday figuring out if I had been “approved” for our new insurance, I was up early calling the company to find a walk in clinic where I could be examined. My family has been passing a bug/flu/cold back and forth for over six weeks now, and I am on my second round of it. This time the pressure in my lungs and my cough was too much for all my home remedies to kick, so I knew it was time to check in with an MD.
Surprisingly, the Urgent Care I went to was also a Pediatric Clinic, so there were lots of little ones when I arrived this morning. I was sitting in my chair, filling out the barrage of paperwork, when a nine year old boy came in with his father. You could tell the boy was not feeling well, as he was curled up in his chair, leaning on his dad. A girl, who looked about seven years old sat a few rows away watching him. Within about five minutes of him arriving, this little girl walked over with her blanket that she had around herself and asked the boy, “Would you like my cover?” She was there to be examined as well, but saw the state of this boy and offered up her comfort to him. It was so beautiful to watch as he accepted her offer and managed to crack a small smile in the process.
Later I was called back to the exam room and given a breathing test. My lungs were at 65% capacity – huge shock to me, but explained all the pressure I’d been feeling. I was upset at this finding, but settled in as the breathing treatments began. A small boy, about 10 months old was being looked at two rooms away. He started screaming a blood curdling scream that made my head pound all the more. My first thoughts were, “Oh great…on top of all this I am going to have to listen to this kid for the next few hours.” Not very positive, I know, and now I feel horrid for it. As moments went by, there was a stillness in the exam room. My guide appeared and said, “Don’t you think he feels bad about this too?”
With those words I was shown a previous life time where this boy had been tortured – held down by arms and legs and cut into. It was awful! He was reverting back to these memories ALONG with the trauma of being in a strange place and having lights placed over him and being poked and prodded. My heart went out to this little guy, and I began to send love his way and kept reaffirming, “this is now, it is not then,” over and over and over again. With the help of the Angels I worked to put gentles colors around him and send him visions of being cuddled up with his Mommy, resting peacefully. It took a short while, but he calmed down.
Was I at the right place at the right time? Of course I was! I needed to learn to think beyond my own misery. These children taught me the simplest yet most powerful lessons of being human; sometimes it takes listening to find out what the answer really is, whether that is listening to another’s cries, their body language, or listening to your own body when it is telling you to REST. And now, that’s what I will be doing – RESTING.
Always remember to share your blankie!!
Love & Laughter,