a brief history of my spiritual journey, part 3...

Mia is a psychic-medium.

I was on antidepressants, seeing a therapist, and dating an older man to pass the time when I first met her. It was my 35th Birthday.

During our first visit I was in the hands of a higher power who reached out to me through her. I felt loved. I ate vibhuti. Faith was initiated.

After, I went off the antidepressants. I stopped seeing my therapist. I broke up with the older man.

Then I met an astrologer. I was told I must write a book and that I had a figurative corpse in my house. I was also given a spiritual “workout”.

My home became a three-ring circus of dance, candles, meditation, lights and gemstones, as I did exercises by rote to shift my energy.

I read, Dr. Wayne Dyer, Deepak Chopra, The Hicks, Marianne Williamson, Course in Miracles, Creating Union, How to Get the Love You Want, books on healing and working with your guides and angels.

Chop wood, carry water was the message I kept getting from Mia. It didn’t make sense.

During this time I was laid-off my job and struggled with the idea of staying in LA. I wanted to leave, thinking my happiness was somewhere else. I wanted a break from it “all”.

I felt sorry for myself and acted like a child. Mia metaphorically scrubbed me and I sobbed like a baby. I wasn't allowed to hide in the dark. Every corner was lit with truth.

I stayed in LA. Worked in a warehouse and wrote a screenplay. My screenplay was acknowledged.

Unaware, a village began to form around me.

In September 2007 I started my blog.

In October 2007 I fell in love.

In December 2007 I got engaged and was hired for a very good job.

In January 2008 I realized my boss was a tyrant and my fiancé had “issues”.

In February 2008 I broke it off with my fiancé.

In July 2008 I moved to a bigger place, got a new job and quit my very good job with a tyrant boss.

During all of this Mia read my blog. My blog was deeply personal. I had no secrets. There was no place to hide.

I found myself asking, what would Mia say to this? Her response was my captive intuition. With each silent answer, I began to hear my intuition.

If I had been able to hear my intuition none of these events would have taken place.

Epiphany.

I realized nothing was going to save me. Not a man. Not my writing. Not the perfect job.

Then I realized there was one thing that could save me.

to be continued tomorrow...