Friday, August 31, 2012

4. NOT SURE WHERE THE BOTTOM IS

The abject heartache, the depression that moved in and settled over my consciousness, the self condemnation together were enough to make me consider takng a long walk into the lake, and since I never learned to swim, I felt this would be an effective way to end all of these ongoing troubles.

At one point, I woke up, not knowing where I was. My tongue was throbbing in pain. I had nearly bitten off the end of it. It was blackened and I could barely speak. I found I had emptied my bladder all over myself. Worse than that, I knew
that I had had a very bad seizure in the night, and I lost track of reality, I'm having some trouble describing the worst of it. It was the feeling that during the night I had simply ceased to exist. It was a dark blot of nothingness in my mind. Like being nowhere, sensing nothing and not even existing. Strangely, not exisiting in this sense is contradictory because it was a feeling of not existing, which implies someone has the ability to feel or sense nothingness. But this was an awareness after the fact, that I did not exist. It persisted. I felt there was no point in going on because there was nothing. Nothing here or hereafter, just darkness and non-existence.

This was definitely a Dark Night of the Soul. I had lost my faith. My faith had always been everything to me. I had trusted that I was making right decisions, that Divine Spirit would not let me make wrong choices, and since all my choices had proven to be wrong in my eyes, then, what was there to have faith in?

This experience dragged on for months and the only things that kept me from that walk into the lake were my dogs who were solely dependent upon me. I knew that if I were dead, my ex-husband would give them to a shelter or put them to sleep since he was now so into the cats that his new wife brought into their marriage

I was seriously under-employed, I was losing my house, I had lost my marriage and my home in Florida, was separated from my dearest friends and the man who had been my obsession, I was separated from family. I was out of touch with my Tennessee girlfriend due to a misunderstanding. My job made me miserable, I was in constant physical orthopedic pain. Insurance did not cover chiropractors, I had left behind the world's best massage therapist in Florida.

Literally, I felt as though I had been chewed up and spit out by this life. I now understood what depression is and found great empathy and compassion for those who suffer with it and with other mental disorders.

Well, that and a hundred dollar bill would not get me out of this miasma. What would?

I had lost my sense of spirituality, my power was gone, I was empty.

Throughout my lifetime I enjoyed a number of spiritual healings through metaphysical divine science, as well as spiritually supported healings and deep and wonderful moments of divine experience through shamanic journeying, meditation, prayer and study.

I had to force myself. Quite literally, to take up again the study and the search to find my lost faith. With that dark cloud of nothingness hanging over my head, I strapped on my big girl panties and dove in. Not into the lake, but into my notes, my books and my heart, swiping aside the pain, I reminded myself each day what Jesus told his disciples just prior to his ascension: "...And these things shall they do who believe on my name: they shall cast out demons; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick and they shall recover. And greater works than these shall they do..."

As an ordained minister, a certified spiritual healer, a hypnotherapist, a student of shamanic healing and animal communication, a channeler(sometimes) and a student of divine metaphysics and alchemy, I've got tools to help myself and others. What is it that has held me back from effective use of these tools? Why am I not immune to all of these troubles? Well, wouldn't that just be ducky?

Why? Because its sometimes important to hit bottom first... to experience a few dark nights of the soul to gain the compassion and deep understanding that are the grounding points from which can spring effective spiritual work.

And so, I keep going, plodding painfully much of the time, but looking ahead, not for the future, but for the next step.

2 comments:

  1. And yet you seem incapable of taking a single step that takes you out of arm's reach of your spiritual nature. Sometimes we have to turn around to see what's ahead of us.

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  2. Thank you for your encouragement.
    I do struggle though, with maintaining my grasp and with consequences of previous errors.

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