Late, Very Late, But Going With It!

lateI’m sitting here, fingers flying, with the words of the White Rabbit running round in my head. I’m late, late for a very important date. My date is with my blog so that it squeezes in by the end of today.

I usually write later at night because my blog helps me to clear my mind of all of the energy of the day. As I sit thinking about my day, looking for a topic to write about, I weigh up what has stood out for me. What have been my highs and lows as I’ve gone through my day. But as the time creeps on I get worried that I might be late. Not because I can’t let myself post after midnight. I’ve had to do that before when circumstances made posting on the day difficult. It’s more about professional pride. And determination. I want to do what I said I would do. Post a blog every single day.

Being late was the tone of my whole day. I got up later than expected. Running an errand to another local town I was later than anticipated thanks to two sets of pop up roadworks. That made me later returning home. There were some other things I needed to do. And I had a deadline for my article in our local Valley Life magazine. That had to be in by midnight too. I know that my editor would have given me a pass into tomorrow. But again it’s down to professional pride. And sticking to what I have promised. I could argue that doing all these other things made my blog late. However, I’m going with the idea that being a bit later gives me a lot less time to quibble or agonise over what I write.

Lateness as a form of incentive then. I love blogging, writing and doing all sorts of stuff. My day has been wonderful. It’s worth me reminding myself that it’s ok to get snarled up with time. That it will all work out perfectly if I let in. So tonight I’m letting myself be late – but wonderful!

Day 709 of my blogging challenge

Mental Wellbeing: Time To Think Energy

For the last 20 years I’ve been passionate about mental health. Why we have difficulties that affect our minds. And what we can do to help ourselves have mental wellbeing.

This is a cause close to my heart. In my younger days I had two bouts of clinical depression dealt with by antidepressants and counselling. The tablets helped the first time but not the second. The counselling got me through both. That’s why I decided to move into being a counsellor. However the reality of care for people with a range of ‘mental health’ issues is more about good people trying to help in a system that frustrates the nature of counselling. The talking therapy isn’t really that. It’s a listening therapy. It takes time and patience as it works through the relationship rather than the verbal offloading.

And it’s not helped by the idea that a mind has stopped being healthy and needs a ‘cure’.

I also found that working within current models of mental issues pulled me into targets, waiting times and cost/benefit debates. With a small private practice reaching only those who had private or insurance means I diversified all over the place hoping to do some good. Now I come at mental health for a very different perspective. My spiritual journey has taught me to see things in terms of energy flows, energy imbalances and emotional energy. It’s time for us to open up to the reasons why so many of us get sad beyond bearing. To recognise that we have lost the meaning of being alive. That frustration and helplessness drive hope away. And to see that anger turned inwards is the seat of depression.

It’s also time to understand that hearing voices isn’t necessarily an illness. Or seeing things either. Mental wellbeing can encompass all of our intuitive senses working alongside our physical senses.

I’d love to get the DSM V, the diagnostic manual that lists all the accepted mental ailments, diseases and syndromes, and rip it to bits. The drug industry and the healthcare industry make billions out of this manual of mental health dis-eases. Where is the compassionate understanding and support that will help people pull through the dark times? Who talks about energy, intuition and spirituality so that people find hope again? When will we stop accepting that mental illness is ok so long as it happens to someone else. And we don’t have to see or deal with it.

Perhaps it’s time to encourage everyone to pay attention to mental wellbeing.

I have alsways believed that labelling something is only useful if that produces a positive outcome where the best help is given . When it impacts in a negative way it’s time to stop applying the label and think again. Labels call to mind the bit in Alice In Wonderland when she is presented with a bottle saying ‘drink me’ and a cake saying ‘eat me’. Both labels had drastic consequences until she put the instructions into the right order. Then they made sense. But she still ended up swimming in her own tears. When someone defines themselves by the label they have been given I always ask if it empowers them. Or do they let that definition define them.

Many people find me because they are questioning their own mental health. Theyare seeing and hearing things they have been told don’t exsist. Yet it’s happened in to them.

They believe they are developing an illness in the mind. They are scared. Mostly because of stereotypical perceptions of mental illness. That’s when I talk about mental wellbeing. I ask them to focus on all of the things that their mind does in it’s usual way. Then we talk about the changes that are new. In that conversation I am able to validate their experiences. More importantly I can explain why they are having those experiences. I’m able to describe what connecting to non-physical beings is like. Sharing my personal experiences I can reassure then that we are both as sane as each other.

Except we are now living in a different reality than what we had before.

I can also help them to understand that their mental status is affected by the energy they find themselves in. Communicating non verbally with others is an intuitive flow. An exchange of aura energy. I can access information about state of mind, feelings, experiences by linking into another person’s aura. It’s there for me to ‘read’. They can also access mine if I let them. Understanding this exchange of energy is the first step in realising how Energy Beings can communicate with us. They exchange energy too. When someone takes the time to listen to the intuitive information from energy flows they often realise that half of what they are feeling and thinking isn’t actually theirs.

This has a great significance for mental wellbeing. What if I’m depressed because I’m carrying someone else’s anger or sadness? As well as my own?

We all do it. Through our connections we take on the energy others pass to us. And we pass ours on to others. I know that’s ok if what is being shared is positive. But what if it’s not? I do a lot of work with people who are weighed down by low vibrational energy they have collected from others. They often feel like they are stuck. Trapped in low moods. Wondering if they are suffering from mental problems. Often I find that the low vibrational energy got stuck years and years ago. So they have been holding onto emotions and judgements that could have been cleared already.

I also know that you can’t let go of stuck energy until you know that it’s there and what it is.

Or know that it’s not your own feelings and thoughts. Setting my sights on mental wellbeing gives me the room to consider my mental state as an inbalance in my energy flow. Have I taken on too much for others? Given away all too much of my positive energy? Do I set up protective boundaries around my aura to limit the energy I take on from the rest of the world? Have I found and plugged into positive energy flows so my energy batteries stay fully charged? All of these questions help me to consider my mental state in a proactive way. Answering them will lead to to the practical steps that are required to rebalance my energy.

It’s time to open up to a new understanding of our world. Putting an understanding of energy exchanges at the heart of our mental wellbeing. And to respect our mental capacity as an evolving model that needs more pieces added to it.

Day 583 of my blogging challenge 

National Poetry Day

img_2206As someone who loves words, writes my own poems and loves to talk, I couldn’t resist sharing one of my favourite poems today. It is a fond memory from my childhood reading about a girl who went on unexpected adventures. I loved Alice in Wonderland as I often felt this world was topsy turvey too. So please share The Walrus and The Carpenter by Lewis Carroll as a reminder of the wonder of being a child.

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright—
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done—
“It’s very rude of him,” she said,
“To come and spoil the fun!”

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead—
There were no birds to fly.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Were walking close at hand;
They wept like anything to see
Such quantities of sand:
“If this were only cleared away,”
They said, “it would be grand!”

“If seven maids with seven mops
Swept it for half a year.
Do you suppose,” the Walrus said,
“That they could get it clear?”
“I doubt it,” said the Carpenter,
And shed a bitter tear.

“O Oysters, come and walk with us!”
The Walrus did beseech.
“A pleasant walk, a pleasant talk,
Along the briny beach:
We cannot do with more than four,
To give a hand to each.”

The eldest Oyster looked at him,
But never a word he said:
The eldest Oyster winked his eye,
And shook his heavy head—
Meaning to say he did not choose
To leave the oyster-bed.

But four young Oysters hurried up,
All eager for the treat:
Their coats were brushed, their faces washed,
Their shoes were clean and neat—
And this was odd, because, you know,
They hadn’t any feet.

Four other Oysters followed them,
And yet another four;
And thick and fast they came at last,
And more, and more, and more—
All hopping through the frothy waves,
And scrambling to the shore.

The Walrus and the Carpenter
Walked on a mile or so,
And then they rested on a rock
Conveniently low:
And all the little Oysters stood
And waited in a row.

“The time has come,” the Walrus said,
“To talk of many things:
Of shoes—and ships—and sealing-wax—
Of cabbages—and kings—
And why the sea is boiling hot—
And whether pigs have wings.”

“But wait a bit,” the Oysters cried,
“Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!”
“No hurry!” said the Carpenter.
They thanked him much for that.

“A loaf of bread,” the Walrus said,
“Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed—
Now if you’re ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.”

“But not on us!” the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
“After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!”
“The night is fine,” the Walrus said.
“Do you admire the view?

“It was so kind of you to come!
And you are very nice!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“Cut us another slice:
I wish you were not quite so deaf—
I’ve had to ask you twice!”

“It seems a shame,” the Walrus said,
“To play them such a trick,
After we’ve brought them out so far,
And made them trot so quick!”
The Carpenter said nothing but
“The butter’s spread too thick!”

“I weep for you,” the Walrus said:
“I deeply sympathize.”
With sobs and tears he sorted out
Those of the largest size,
Holding his pocket-handkerchief
Before his streaming eyes.

“O Oysters,” said the Carpenter,
“You’ve had a pleasant run!
Shall we be trotting home again?’
But answer came there none—
And this was scarcely odd, because
They’d eaten every one.

Day 326 of my blogging challenge.