What I learned from my spiritual reading and why you should go and get yours
Do you feel blah? Stuck? Have this feeling of sadness? Or, if you’re like me, you tend to say things like, “Im just over it,” or “I’m just not feeling it.” You don’t know what it is (or maybe you do), but you’re just not motivated to do shit. That was me. But, the problem is, it wasn’t always me.
I believe that we are stuck because either we don’t know who we are or we’ve forgotten who we are. The former can be more detrimental than the latter. Sometimes we just need some fire lit under our butts and a firm talking to to get us back into gear. But when we don’t know who we are, we show up in these streets as someone we’re not because we simply don’t know.
There are so many things that shape us, influence us: our parents, friends, relatives, television, social media, books, mates, etc. I could go on and on. By the time we’re an adult, we’re this hodge podge, an amalgamation of a person, who has to learn (usually by trial and error) which messages to keep and which ones to throw in the trash.
The human body is a wonderously and fabulously amazing thing. In it we have everything we need to navigate in this world. It notifies us when there’s sickness within, alerting us to pay attention to and/or seek treatment.
“We were not brought here to suffer eternally.” Phette Hollins
At some point in our lives we ask the questions: Who am I and Why am I here?
Some of us are fortunate enough to know early on. While some of us (like me) spend a gazillion years trying to figure this shit out. But I’ll let you in on a little secret: The answer is in us all along.
Yup. I said it. We spend thousands of dollars on college degrees we don’t need because we’ve been conditioned to believe that our worth is tied to how much money we make and our job title, regardless of if it’s in alignment with who we are or not, which many of us struggle with because those personal development parts don’t get nurtured.
Six years ago I embarked on an authenticity journey because I was flat out tired. Tired of repeating the same patterns, attracting the same types of people. Entertaining sorry ass men…and women. Just muhfucking tied.
I did a lot of reading and researching. Doing so led me to Jim Rohn (my absolute favorite motivational speaker), Brene Brown, Earl Nightingale, Les Brown, and Lisa Nichols. Their teachings saved my life.
I also took the Meyers Briggs personality test and was freaked out at how eerily accurate the results were. I delved into some Astrology and Human Design and voila — HERE I AM TODAY!
“I had to unlearn all of the bullshit I was taught about money, relationships, and life — period.”
Once you know who you’re not, then you can start the process of getting to know who you are. Ok, now, the spiritual reading. Sorry, I’m a storyteller, so I had to give a little bit of backstory. If you’re still reading, thanks so much. I appreciate you.
Ok, so, when I walked into the session I immediately felt at home. I took my shoes off at the door and gently walked across the wood floors. The Mistress’ spacious abode was decorated with African art and artifacts. There was a room for Reiki massages and another room where the reading took place.
There were candles and incense burning (of course), and soft, meditative music playing.
She didn’t waste any time. She instructed me to place my belongings on the table, remove my clothing from the waist down, and sit on the yoni pot (which was so relaxing). I sat on the pot and covered up with the sheet I brought with me. Then it began…
One minute into the session she tells me that my aura is heavy, that there’s a sadness surrounding me, which conflicts with my usual optimistic, hyped energy. She asks if I recently lost someone. I told her yes — my mom. Turn on the waterworks.
I get myself together as she continues. I won’t bore you with all of the details, but the 3 main themes in my chart are: communication, creativity, and sex.
“We are all spiritual beings having a human experience.”
We are all energy, vibrating at low and high frequencies. Attracting and manifesting what we want and don’t want based on the intensity of our vibrations.
There are 7 Chakras (can be up to 10-12 because you know folks like to add stuff but I’m going to discuss seven):
- Solar Plexus
- 3rd Eye
These make up our aura. Who we be. How we show up in the world. It’s no accident that they’re aligned in the center of our body, either. Meaning when one is off, we feel off-centered. And again, our body notifies us.
Using myself as an example, I am ruled by Mercury, which is communication. It’s why I write, express, speak on certain injustices, stuff of that nature. Three years ago, I was struggling financially, more so than I ever have before. I was living well beyond my means and was stressed out. Only a couple of people knew, but they weren’t able to assist in the capacity that I needed.
I got physically sick out of nowhere (so it seemed). I was asleep and noticed that my lips felt extremely dry. I kept licking them hoping that would help but, it didn’t. Then I was overcome with this pain that felt like my lips were cracking. So I reached over and grabbed some Chapstick out of purse. Yes, my purse was in bed with me. I was single at the time and the other side of my king-sized bed was occupied with notebooks, my laptop, and my purse. Don’t judge me. LOL.
I digress, so I slathered on the Chapstick and, you know how you rub your lips together to blend it in? Well, as I tried to do that, my lips didn’t touch. It was as if there was a jaw breaker wedged between my gums and bottom lip. Panicked, I hopped up, flicked on the light, looked in the mirror, and screamed. My lips had swelled to three times its size. I looked like Botox gone wrong.
I was sure I had gotten bit but, per the doctor in ER, there was no injection site. She ruled it an allergic reaction.
After visiting several specialists and racking up a ton of hospital bills, turns out it was angiodema (hives beneath the skin). In addition to that, I had grown an enlarged thyroid (which is associated with the throat…communication). Do you see where I’m going with this?
In a series of (what may look like) unfortunate events: losing my mom, tabling a major project, entertaining unavailable people, the bottom line is: I NEED TO LET SOME SHIT GO!
Remember when I said that there are those of us who are stuck either because we don’t know who we are or we’ve (temporarily) forgotten who we are? This spiritual reading was merely a Maya Angelou, Iyanla Vanzant in your face, wtf are you doing, get up off that floor and show up like you’re supposed to in this world moment.
I’ve begun the process to unblock my under-active throat, push past fear by moving my feet and taking action to jolt my creativity, and release past sexual lovers and energies that are stuck in my womb (my sacral), so that I can operate in the fullest expression of myself.
So, if you’re feeling stuck, get a reading. Get your life.💜