Insanity, they say, is doing the same thing over and over, always expecting different results. Exactly what is it, then, when a myriad of different things are attempted, all yielding the same maddening results? People spend their entire lives on this planet, searching for a Connection with Spirit to make sense of the physical reality that is this place we dwell. For most, it seems only a begrudging limited success is all that is achieved…
What, then, of the wonderful weirdos on the flip side – who live their earthly experiences almost entirely guided by their Inner landscapes and their connections to Realms other than this one? Traditionally, such beings are given many labels and none of them are good: crazy, schizophrenic, dissociated, antisocial, freak, pariah, misunderstood. The better adjectives seek to lump them in a category easily profiled, and thus palatable – artist, dreamer, neurodivergent. Give someone an affiliation with a recognized religion (and/or mind expanding teaching tools) and you have your monks, shamans, priests, imams, rabbis, medicine folk.
The healers unaffiliated with any Path are seen, occasionally – when there is a need for them to be seen, and often with an air of well meaning but grateful complacency (when all else fails, someone knows someone who knows of a person who can _____________ – insert wondrous unique healing ability / fortuitous resource available). A Connection is forged in need, transactions take place that may or may not involve currency – then said Connection is abandoned, the need having been fulfilled.
It can be a lonely sort of self identity; the societal outlier with a heart of gold and a call to be ‘at the ready’ to lend an ear, shoulder or hand if they can – for no reason other than “it’s just the Right Thing to Do.” Lonely, and often frustrating. Sometimes? You just wanna choke a proverbial bitch. and sometimes? That bitch is Yourself – for being at your wit’s end of not being seen, heard or felt – but Reaching Out anyway because (fuming at your damn irrepressible Good Nature) “That’s Who and How I Am.”
Do, do, do, do what you want to do
Don't think twice - do what you have to do
Do, do, do, do let your heart decide
What you have to do - that's all there is to find...
The Ark, "It Takes a Fool to Remain Sane"
For all my triumphs, tears, trials and accomplishments, it has been an odd sort of ‘semi-charmed kind of life’ (fear not: almost no meth figures in the living of said life experiences) – almost entirely guided by Spirit in the form of my Beloved Guardian Friends. And it is my own damn irrepressible Good Nature (I tried in vain to repress it over the last few years. It hasn’t gone well) that moves me to finally get up off my tuchas, stop binge watching true crime shows (I might have exhausted the available offerings anyway) and Manifest my Vision of a Virtual “Third Place” –
A place where, outside of the bleakness that is social media these days, perhaps you magnificent high-vibed outcasts of this Earth plane can pop in, read a tale or two, perhaps garner some well meaning (although potentially dubious) advice. Share pearls of your own, partake in a few classes (those are coming soon), comment, connect, procure meditations and virtual private sessions (NOTE: I am not a licensed therapist, and you definitely do NOT want to see me i the buff. Got those disclaimers out of the way). Meeting the Beings in your Virtual Neighborhood. a strange sort of “Sesame Street” with swear words.
I’m not a coder, so it’s going to be fun to see how this progresses. At least it can be said that in getting this far, I am treading on (rather new) territory. This working towards a Vision is, honestly? Rather novel for me… and it shouldn’t be. I’ve procrastinated long enough. Just know that you are Welcome, and –
I get it. I See YOU. You are NOT Alone.