 I often think about my Spiritual Teacher/ Life Coach that I worked with for over year, sometimes having sessions multiple times a week, but at least twice a month. I was referred to her by a “friend”. And at that moment in time, I thought any suggestion to me to do something, especially spiritual, was a “sign” that I should.
 This post might be more of a rant, but something has been bothering me for a while (like years) and some recent podcasts I listened to spelled out my feelings on this more clearly.
I’m just going to quote a Pod since she so eloquently stated things I am feeling. “The big trend (right now) (is) being a coach of coaches…  I sobbed in my bathroom so many nights thinking my life was meaningless. This was after years following New Age ideology, I blame it.
Although New Age jargon on the surface speaks of love, passion, and hope, it promises too many things that if you don’t get, you’re to blame for not doing “it” right.  Maybe you watched The Secret 10 to 15 years ago. Maybe you read all of Abraham Hick’s books on Law of Attraction. You’ve made countless vision boards, or journaled about how your life will look in the future until your hand went numb...
 I was pretty much all in. This was a huge part of my identity, my spiritual quest. I was the one in the family that was “into all those things” searching so hard for answers while everyone else seemed to be all good. When I was younger; intuitives and psychics told me I was a lightworker, a healer, and I would some day be a channeler of spirits, I knew I had to keep going. This was my destiny, I was one of the special ones.
 I always wanted to be a Psychic-medium Channeler, but I didn’t have the gift. I watched mediums on television, read their books and believed in the worlds they described and their words. I was jealous. These people were special, and had the best gift of all: knowledge- spiritual knowledge. Knowing the truth, knowing the future, being able to tap into the beyond.
 Before 2020, I would love to throw a line in my dating app profile “love conspiracy theories” to let the person know that I am into all that “stuff” like aliens, big foot, time travel. Just really fun stuff to wonder “what if…?”
But now conspiracy theories are on a whole ‘nother level, and I am slowly backing away (insert YIKES emoji face) from people diving deep into them.  Somewhere along the way, in all my reading and research in new age spiritual texts, whether it was Sylvia Browne in my teens, Abraham Hicks in my 20’s, or another Hay House author.. I got the notion that life gives you signs, and if you follow them, your dreams will come true. I thought that everything had meaning and everything was a sign.
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