Greetings all and I do hope you are keeping safe out there. Do take it easy where possible, keep those water levels up and listen to your body. Just about now the heat will be pretty much near maximum and we must be sensible. That's the advice out of the way and now let's send the love and gratitude to Marion, Anna, Jason Von, Saoirse, Jo, Anna, Intbel, Vicky, Shilpa, Sarah, Dan and Mary for stopping by on my previous post. Much love and kudos to all of you for comments, loves, likes, shares and taking the time to read.
What comes to my mind today is in the realm of the weird and wonderful. When you look around to psychic fayres, tarot readings, healings, crystals, meditations and so forth you will almost certainly find that the predominant energy is female. Ladies are certainly in tune with their spiritual side whilst us males are doing anything but. Sorry men, they're way ahead of you :)
Let me rewind a few years ago when there was a fair in my local village. (They never did another one!) I walked in, saw the usual array of readers, crystals, gifts and walked in and then promptly walked out again thinking what a load of old cobblers. Yet, here I am now doing the very thing I scoffed at back then. This was some years before I had my perceptions altered.
It's intriguing to think why us men dismiss this as foolish frippery. For me, and remember this is just my opinion, it's a case of going into areas where we feel uneasy. Relying on senses, feelings and intuitions goes against many of the teachings we are brought up on here in the west. For whatever reason it's seen as a bit effeminate and I guess with the crystals being pretty maybe this is why. However, it's not all about crystals, far from it. Guys, let's wake up.
Now I know some men may be reading this and saying, hold on, that's a generalisation and actually I'm very spiritual actually. If that's so, I salute you and I for one am not saying there aren't spiritual blokes out there. Far from it, I know quite a few and some come along to my little group and do very well for themselves as they evolve in their own way. We know that men are predominantly stronger physically (although I can personally say I know quite a few ladies I used to train with in karate who may prove otherwise) and not so great psychically or spiritually. To put it bluntly, we're a bit out of balance.
Things are changing though. Indeed there are times in my group when there's more men than ladies and can quite happily discuss chakras and energy rather than booze and football. My message to you if you're a man and you're reading this right now (you may be interested if you made it this far) is why not explore this realm. It's one of the best things I ever did and made me see the world so differently. Step up, find a group, a reading and take a whole new approach to this life of yours and if you're drawn to what I'm offering, have a chat with me and see where it might take you.
In the meantime, I'm feeling creative. What to write about today...hmm, how about a story based loosely on what I've typed above.
Am I lost?
What am I doing here? I see some smiling octogenarian pointing inwards and indicating for me to give her a pound. My brow weeps cold sweat before I peel inside to a dingy village hall with a few women browsing lord knows what on a panoply of tables.
Darn, I'm the only man here. Tell a lie, there's some bearded bloke offering something at the back of the hall but he's twice my age. I should have been round Max's for a session of World of Warcraft but saw this fair. I guess I better walk round, maybe if I quicken my pace I can zip through and be out of here.
The first table I come to has a couple of ladies guarding an array of coloured stones. They've got labels such as onyx, calcite, quartz, lepidolite (sounds like some tropical disease), selenite, obsidian and other bits and bobs. Oh lord, one of them looks me in the eye and presents a full set of gleaming teeth. I quite like the pink stone though. She says it's rose quartz and recommends it for my crown chakra. Whatever is she talking about? Am I some kind of weird prince or something? To my astonishment, money leaves my pocket and I'm left with a stone, even though she tells me its a crystal. I might put it in the fish tank.
The next table has a lot of these decks of cards. Maybe they play poker with them or something but they do look pretty. A bit pricey mind. I'm sure playing cards aren't normally fifteen quid and the vendor tells me they can help me with guidance. I nod a few times and walk on by. How can a lump of card with a nice picture tell me what to do?
I'm then met by a battery of huge banners proclaiming some readers and mediums. There's Miriam Starbeam, Lunar Lucy and Sally Starseeker and a few others. Have I just wandered into a sci-fi convention? Oh blimey, one of them even has a crystal ball. They all look me over like I'm a prawn ready to be peeled. They all have this weird look in their eyes. I'm moving on with this weird feeling at the back of my neck. I'm scuttling around the corner and bump into the other man in the hall.
I soon find out his name is Bob the beard. I sit down at his table and he tells me it's a tenner for fifteen minutes. I kind of snort and he shows me his deck. The cards are those tarot ones. I know they've got devils, hanged men and death in there. I saw it in a Johnny Depp film and it scared the crap out of me. To be fair, he explained it wasn't all dodgy and these cards could help and he made me a deal. He said if the reading made no sense he'd not charge me. I took him up on his offer.
Flipping heck. Bob the Beard is awesome. He was spot on about my addiction to games, spending too much time eating pizza and drinking too much of that red bull rubbish. He knew I wasn't sleeping well and basically gave me a good kick up the jacksie. He told me I could do with a session of Reiki (whatever that is) and to balance my chakras which he explained were energy centres within me. I liked him as he spoke on my level and he told me to take up at the gym. It's funny I always put that off and I guess it's time I took that up.
He told me he was a reiki master and he'd be happy to give me a session at a later date. It helps he is local and I took his card and would be in touch. I'm also going to give his circle a go and I'll be honest with you I haven't a clue what that is. I shook his hand and left with twenty more sovs out of my pocket. (I had a double session in the end). Maybe there's something to this funny business after all and perhaps I might go back to that table and buy a set of those cards with angels on them. After all, I need to practice right?
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