Something big has happened for me in the past couple of weeks – I’ve come out as a Metaphysical Therapist and Channel. No big deal I suppose if you’re the type of person who finds it easy to casually drop that kind of information into conversation. However, although I’m happy to talk about my beliefs and philosophies with those I feel are sympathetic, I’ve always shied away from broadcasting the fact to all and sundry – particularly certain members of my family!
I couldn’t believe how scary this could be until I actually broke into a sweat when I declared my spiritual leanings to my extremely rational brother, whom I’d always assumed to be an atheist. I don’t know what I expected him to do by way of response, but I was very surprised and greatly relieved when he listened attentively to what I had to say. I was even more surprised when he explained that although he doesn’t believe in God or religion, he isn’t sure about whether there is anything beyond this existence!
Coming out (so to speak) to my skeptical brother was a big challenge for me and one that I’ve continued to meet head on. It was part of my drive to honour my principles and beliefs that prompted me to create this blog. More in keeping with my new ‘out in the open’ spirituality is my new Facebook page also called Metaphysically Living, and the fact that I have invited over half of my ‘friends’ to view and like it – even those whose spiritual beliefs I have no idea about. I’ve even screwed my courage to the sticking place by changing my profile information on the website of the Staveley Natural Health centre where I rent a therapy room, which now lists ‘Channelling’ as part of the work I do with clients. Now that I’ve begun this journey of spiritual exposure, I’ve gone completely loopy and even told a couple of colleagues at work. Something that paid off almost immediately as one of them came in with a referral for me the very next day!
Putting all my wares on the table as a burgeoning psychic is proving to be an interesting exercise. I no longer break into such a sweat now when faced with the opportunity to confess my guilty secret. However, thankfully, I’ve yet to be confronted with an outright verbal attack on the state of my mental health or intelligence (perhaps I never will). Telling my brother was the biggest test for me, but his nonchalant response was so welcome and unexpected, I can’t imagine ever being afraid to declare my beliefs ever again. So, to continue with the sub-title and Doris Day’s lovely song from Annie Get Your Gun: ‘Now I shout it from the highest hill, Even told the golden daffodil!’ 🙂
- Finding my place… (tracielouisephotography.net)