My first healing course; More things in heaven and on earth…
Good to be back in the quiet of my computer room on my own! Especially after a great but draining weekend.
This weekend I attended a healing course. It was the first weekend of seven in which I study the basics of healing. Thereafter there are many advanced courses. In between the healing courses I will also be learning a four Saturdays herbal course, incorporating all the herbs we know plus the African and Chinese herbs in relation to the various organs in the body. This course is divided up into earth, metal, water, wood and fire. I can hardly wait!
What a pleasure to spend the weekend amongst such open-minded and non-judging people. Refreshing! I find there are very few places these days that I even bother to share what I think. When I do, it usually gets me into an argument with someone who is so caught up in what they have been taught in their religion that they can`t see the wood for the trees. There are more things in heaven and on earth than we can comprehend. There are more vibrations than we can see or hear with our limited eyesight and hearing. Just because you can`t hear certain sounds does not mean they don`t exist. The same goes for light. You cannot see ultraviolet light, yet you wear sunglasses to protect yourself as the effects are visible. The same goes for light rays. You cannot see them until they reflect off an object/matter.
In healing and numerology the same principle is true. Just because you cannot see the vibrations does not mean they don`t exist. The effects are visibly noticable. I learnt so much this weekend. I have been going for balances with healers for many years, avoiding conventional doctors as much as possible, but have only this year decided to get involved and learn how to apply the techniques myself. We started by learning how to muscle test – get a clear indicator muscle that will lock and unlock – and the factors (like dehydration) that interfere with the process. Our body is full of charges – either positive, negative or neutral which begin with the charge in a thought or emotion. Where thought goes energy flows. We learnt how to identify stress factors and the causes of them – a sensitivity to something you eat, drink, breathe, work with…, a belief system, emotion etc. Emotions, particularly, are suppressed by modern medicines, forcing them down to the cellular level as we don`t face them and work through them. A pain pill or headache pill does exactly the same thing. Thereafter we learnt how to access information from the body to determine what needs healing and how.
The path I am walking is beginning to feel more and more authentic and less stressful as I let go of outdated concepts that are no longer serving me. This has not been easy. As I spoke to others this weekend who have been down the same road as I have with seeking something meaningful, the same type of scenarios emerge time and again. Families are disapproving, shocked, upset…. The list goes on. Friends avoid you. People stop contacting you unless they are in a crisis and you have to basically put up with so much nonsense sometimes just because you don`t believe the same thing. Each religion thinks they have the answer. I find Christians the worst, as much of what they believe is fear-based. Fear is never a reason to do anything. If you are doing something out of fear some or other problem will manifest in the body. Fear of the devil is a huge motivating factor, it seems, as is fear of going to hell. Having moved so many times, I have been in many churches as I had a Christian upbringing. I have been in English churches, Afrikaans churches, various denominations as well and in big cities or remote country areas. Coming from an English background into an Afrikaans background was extremely traumatic. Imagine the following scenario:
We used to attend Sunday school in Johannesburg and loved it. As kids we never went into the church itself unless it was for a special occasion. Sometimes we were marched in to sit on the floor in front of the church to see the babies being christened. What a treat! The minister would tell us how special little children were and we could see from the tears in the eyes of the “grown-ups” that this was no lie. We lined up with our palm leaves on Palm Sunday and did little plays for the church at Christmas time. Sometimes we practiced very hard and were treated to singing for the congregation who really enjoyed having us in church on the odd occasion. Sunday School was at the same time as church and if we finished earlier we were marched across the road to the park where we played until our parents fetched us.
We moved out to the country in 1974 and had to attend an Afrikaans school. There were no English schools or -churches in the area. I was 11 years old at the time, my sisters 10 and 6 and my brother about 4. The school we attended is a well-known agricultural school and most of the children there were in the boarding school. The result was that we attended Sunday School at the school itself on a Sunday evening when the boarding school children were all back. One of the ministers from one of the local churches came to open, praying and reading from the Bible. Then we went to our classes. The first Sunday we were very excited to go, got dressed in pretty sundresses that my granny had made us with smocked tops and new sandals. My mother dropped us off early and we went and sat at the back of the hall. A few minutes later the boarding school children filed in and filled up the hall from the front. Our jaws dropped. They were all wearing white dresses, white bobby socks, black shoes and ridiculous white hats. The boys were all wearing suits and ties. They were so quiet you could have heard a pin drop. I found this so weird and whispered something to my sister and got the most awful glare from one of the teachers who had come in silently from the back and were sitting to our left. This was just plain scary. Nobody spoke, smiled or looked either left or right. Anyhow, they went through their opening ceremony of which I did not understand a word of what the minister was saying/shouting. They silently filed out to their respective classes and the minister came over to us and asked at what level we were at in the syllabus. We kind of understood what he was asking and said we had always gone to Sunday School, but had not had books like they were explaining. Lots of eye-rolling and sighs followed and we were put into classes with the other children our age.
I ended up with my classmates who were looking strange and very somber. My teacher was a lady and she sat me on the chair next to her in the circle of chairs that was my class. I looked down and was horrified. She wore stockings and did not shave her legs, so the dark leg hairs were facing upwards and sticking out of the stockings. I barely heard what she was asking me I was so morbidly fascinated. I later learned that it was a sin to shave your legs and that if God wanted you to shave your legs you would have been born without leg hairs. Huh????? She then asked me what exams I had done. None, of course, never heard of such things at Sunday School. She then proceeded to tell me – and I barely followed her Afrikaans – that that was why people from English churches did not go to heaven. She asked me to recite all the books of the Bible in order, which I could not. She wondered out loud how we had been allowed into their classes when we had not done the previous exams and passed them like the other pupils had. Then she told me in no uncertain terms that my sisters and I were bringing in bad influences, that you did not wear sundresses and sandals to church and how dare we be so brazen as to come into the House of the Lord without a hat. Sunday School became a weekly nightmare.
We often cried and begged my mom to buy us hats. She refused, saying it was utter rubbish that the Lord did not accept us as we were. Anyhow, friends or teachers would bring an extra hat after that so that we had hats to wear and we made sure we were covered as expected, although we never got the white dresses we cried and begged for; so remained outcasts.
Now, what I find amusing, is that many years later you may now attend an Afrikaans church without a hat. Shaving your legs is no longer a sin and now that the churches are running more empty as people can no longer afford suits and ties and expensive clothes – suddenly it is no longer a sin to go to church in a sundress. Girls sit in church with see-through tops and bra straps sticking out. They even wear jeans, another thing we were forbidden to wear even after school or to school functions. This we found out when we wore the jeans my granny had painted for us: peace signs, bitten apples and butterflies; we wore them to see a movie showing in the school hall with disastrous consequences. Today even bum creases are revealed in churches as well as the colour of thongs…Victoria`s secret is no more. Hello????? Something change in the Bible that I don`t know about? Or is the Bible changeable according to what churches want to reinforce and control? Was it necessary to break down innocent children in the Name of the Lord?
Over the years I tried to conform. I went back to the English church after I had been married for a few years and was even a Sunday School teacher at one stage. I only lasted a year, though, before I realized that there were very limited subjects that you were allowed to discuss and heard the bickering that went on behind the scenes. The minister himself was hen-pecked and his wife had kind of taken over his duties with us, revealing to me a pathetic creature that I dearly would have liked to respect.
Recently I went to a church again. Lovely people who smile and say all is fine and start sentences with “God willing….” and end most conversations with “God is good…”. When the congregation was asked to testify in church about what God had done for them I listened patiently to stories about lost keys being found – “Praise the Lord!”. Now, excuse me, but coming from a place where I had physically died, been on life support systems, taken a year to learn to walk, given birth to a VERY premature daughter who survived against all odds, I found these issues hardly worthy of the time and effort. I was not sure God had even helped them find the keys in the first place. Anyhow, if I were God I would have left them to search and hoped they would learn to hang them up where they belonged the next time. There were some very real issues too, but these were few and far between.
Once in a conversation someone remarked about the “light” visible to her around our minister while he was preaching and said he was indeed anointed with the Holy Spirit. I smiled and explained to her that it was called an aura, at last finding an opening to a topic I had studied well. Silly me; I proceeded to ask her if she saw the colours in the aura as well. Oh, boy! Talk about opening a can of worms and receiving the most unscientific and un-anything explanation regarding how we are free of such things through the blood of Jesus Christ. A few weeks later I burnt all my Numerology and metaphysical books and notes as I was instructed to do. Nothing changed, except that I learnt to nod and smile at church and steer clear of getting involved with anything. I used the wrong vocabulary and soon learnt that there was a churchified way of saying things in churchified words and you had to know and use these to be acceptable and “fit the mould”.
I have broken free from this. I was living a lie. Yes, I believe there is a God/Higher Power/Life System and yes, I believe in Jesus Christ, but no, I don`t believe embracing him as the only way to eternity is the only way to get there. That is fundamental to Christianity and therefore I can no longer call myself a Christian without crossing my fingers behind my back. Yes, I do believe religion has its place in certain situations. Yes, I believe in reincarnation and karma and no, I don`t believe in the devil or hell. Yes, I find other religions worth studying, yes, I love mixing with spiritual people from other religions and no, I don`t see Christians as the “saved” and all others as the “lost”. To do so goes against what the Bible says anyhow about first taking the beam out of your own eye, and then you will see clearly how to remove the splinter from your brother’s eye. The Bible also says “Do not judge, or you too will be judged. For in the same way you judge others, you will be judged and with the measure you use, it will be measured to you.”
Recently I have been doing and studying the Numerology charts of famous psychologists like Carl Jung, Wilhelm Wundt, William James, John Watson and more. I have specifically been studying their religious views and their findings on the effects of religion on the psyche from an academic viewpoint. Yes, that is what I do for fun. Very interesting! Perhaps I will save that topic for tomorrow.
For now I will suffice to say that it is a freeing experience to study and mix with people where religious viewpoints do not limit and cloud what you learn; where boundaries and limitations as to the here and now, time and space and other realms do not exist.
Tomorrow I will give you some information on what famous psychologists have to say on the topic of religion. Until next time – have a look at your belief systems and see what is no longer serving a purpose or where you are living a lie.