Hmmmm…I’m not sure how this person is defining ‘spiritual’ here but I’m going to make a short leap and guess that he meant ‘Have you ever been attacked by something invisible?”
Yes, I’ve been in a relatively uncomfortable situation with something, that to others, was not visible. However, because it was invisible does not mean that it was of ‘spirit’. The interaction I had was with what I’ll call an aspect of a living, breathing human in the room next to mine. I’ll not give real details because associates of his remain in my Facebook and Twitter stream. So, the people and place that will make this identifiable will be changed or just not use so as not to embarrass anyone.
As many folks know, I travel to bring the work and, for the most part, when I’m asked to come someplace or receive the calling to go there, I don’t know who I’m going to stay with until things become revealed. In this case, though, I was actually invited by a spiritual teacher/guide type to come to his home. He agreed to host me as traveler and an event. Bonus!! Right?! Notsomuch.
So after my first stop in a fine, wacky unnamed city in an unnamed southern state, I headed to his place. And what I drove into is something for which I’d just had no preparation.
Ya know that feeling when you step into ‘it’? That thing that gives you the instantaneous ‘ruh roh’ and ‘ew’ at the same time? Like stepping in cat barf in your bare feet?
Well, this was that but in a situation with something like 12 tick infested dogs. Behind an 8′ foot fence topped with concertina wire.
Ya know that feeling when you just know what’s behind the facade but you just can figure it out exactly? (If you know this and struggle w/ it, you need the class!! ) Well, this was that but he was soooooooooo nice. I mean so nice. And spiritual. He told me all about the energy work he’d done on the land (don’t get me started. Ok, do, but later.), what energies stayed outside the fence (because fences…riiiiight), how he’d adopted some Native American elements in the ‘healing’ work, and, more importantly took me out to a great Mexican place. Yum!
We hit it off, had great margaritas (real lime juice, please. Not that mix that glows in the dark), interesting oneupsmanship discussion, and played with really cute dogs.
And then we went to bed. And then I had an invisible visitor. Ya know when folks think they’re being sneaky but they really aren’t? Like when you try to not make any noise but you end up making more? Kind of like that all-too human facade crap? Yep, it carries over into many aspects of ourfineselves. So, when I was confronted with this only vaguely invisible energy I knew exactly what it was and from whence it originated.
Us silly humans. We’re so bloody freaking obvious sometimes. So, stuck in that paralytic sleep state with something trying to be an invisible bogeyman, I let loose a stream of language that would make George Carlin SO proud and an energetic right hook that shut the whole thing down. In an instant. And then I got up to pee.
And, when asked the next morning how I slept, I said, “Fine, thanks!”
So, kids, don’t get caught up in the stuff you see on all the ghost-y shows. This stuff isn’t as complicated as you think.