2: The Magical Mystery Tour Manifesto

This is exciting, but also really scary for me!

Okay. So: Leaving it all behind for me is a journey into being painfully honest.

In speech, in action – but also about who I am. Because that’s the thing. I don’t know who I am. I’m 41 years old and I have a gaping hole at my core, where my sense of self should have lived. Why that is so, is a long story. And to be honest, I don’t even feel like the story is he point anymore. The point is healing.

And - there is one thing I do know about who I am at my core.

And by saying that out loud, I think I might start myself down the road of discovering more.

So I’m just going to say it out loud in public to anyone who might hear.

Warning: It is woo woo. For some bordering “crazy”. I really don’t care. Cover your ears, people, if you don’t want to hear truth spoken, because here goes:

I AM A MYSTIC. I AM A SEER. CLAIRVOYANT/-SENTIENT/-WHATEVER THE NAMES ARE FOR THE REST OF THE SENSES. I AM AN EMPATH. I AM YOUR FRIENDLY NEIGHBORHOOD WITCH/ SHAMAN/ WOMAN WHO RUNS WITH WHATEVER WILDLIFE AVAILABLE.

(remember that guy? who ran with only wolves? sort of setting the bar low, I feel like, and also there aren’t a ton of wolves around where I am at the moment. Cats, yes. I’ll just sprint along with them).

There!

I did it, I said the truth I’ve been keeping a secret.

I mean, it took me years to even have my own books about all things spiritual on my own book shelves, because I was so self-conscious about them.

But here’s the deal: The hiding is done. Not just for me, but for all of us. The world needs us to do the things we came here to do, we can’t keep hiding in the shadows thinking somebody else might do the job, while we keep at a safe distance, telling ourselves the lie that all other people will do it better than *me*. Let’s cut it out with the low self esteem. And the shame we accept or even put on our selves. And if anyone does want to shame us for this – shame me for just being was is there inside of me – let them come. I don’t care anymore. Because we don’t have time for that, we have work to do.

What is the work?

To bring about the Light. This world is covered in such darkness, it is filling so many peoples hearts. We gently pull a different way. That’s it. If you think that is bullshit, feel free to do so. No one is asking for your blessing. We’ll just keep doing the work over here regardless.

We all have different jobs, but they all lead to helping all of us, everyone who are ready, to move ahead into a life of freedom; Letting go of the beliefs keeping us tied down. And embracing the calling inside of us.

Living in the Light in other words. However that may manifest. You can be a Light-Baker, a Light-Construction worker, or a Light-Knitter. Or whatever it is your innermost being feel the most alive doing. We do the work by doing our own work. By doing what is calling inside of us, we are working for the good of the collective.

My work? In my experience I have been the kind of Lightworker who holds up a lantern so others can see their own path clearer. I remind people of the Light, what it is, and that it is there for us all, and we all deserve it equally. I remind people there is nothing stopping them. That all is well. That they are loved. And allowed to do that thing, their souls sing for.

That’s my brand of Healing: I remind people of their own Light.

And THAT is the Magical Mystery Tour :) Because I will be taking this shit on the road!

I’m coming to your neck of the woods, and I can’t wait to do the work with you :)

And I also can’t wait to see who I meet who might have work they are ready to do on me.

Because I am going to need all the help I can get.

I want to meet the woman shamans who do soul retrival.

I want to meet the ones, working consciously with energy on both the personal and the universal levels.

I want to meet the century-old devotion that is the Alchemists and the Magicians – those are the ones, The Magi, who followed the Star to Bethlehem.

I want bonfires, and talks of the divine, and the beginning and the end and the new beginning. Of God and the Mother and The Seven Sisters. Of all of the magic that binds us together. The silver threads woven into eternity. And the peak behind the curtain where we know that none of this is real. Only God is. And God is the purest light of all.

But finally I want to meet the ones, who know that none of the “mystical” abilities are the goal. The telepathy, the synchronicity, the bi-location, the manifestation. The Hindu call those things siddhis. They are abilities that come along the way to awakening. I’ve experienced them all. And I really want to meet those, who in the end know, that they are only distractions. The goal is still enlightenment.

I want to meet the saddhus who can take my hand a bit of the way towards that.

I want to return home, and being with God is home to me. But I want to do so here, while in this physical body, so I don’t have to ever again become so panickedly cut off that I return to God, while leaving this body behind. I don’t want to leave my body again until I am old and happy, and can do so consciously.

If it does happen, I know it is supposed to. Because I know that right now I am doing all in my power to be ok – no matter what is in front of me, even if it does end with suicide. I do hope it doesn’t. But I know that no one can control what happens in the end. Even a thing like that is ultimately in the hands of God. My life is. And my death is as well. All I can do is surrender.

But until the last day is here, I will be walking with God. Every day, every second of every day, and that is the truest things I can say.

I can’t wait to meet you out there.