MIRROR, MIRROR ON THE WALL,

WHY DOESN’T ANYONE UNDERSTAND ME AT ALL?

I used to ask that question all the time. Well, without the mirror part that is–I hadn’t yet realized that all the answers are found within that reflection. In that space of My Little Bubble lies nothing but me (the “pure” me to be certain) and whatever other discomfort I allow to hang out there.

For many years, I unconsciously lived in an uncomfortable cloud that was full of you name it–fear, resistance, responsibility, guilt, shame and more. At times I did catch glimpses of a more pure, present self, but had no idea how to hold onto it because it was so easy to slip into old patterns of looking outside for answers and validation. Whenever something upset me I would keep it alive by analyzing it, suppress what I was really feeling, and try to transfer blame to someone else. Basically, I hated running, and my life was a brick wall marathon.

It wasn’t until I learned how to open my eyes and actually look at the brick wall that I realized the good old pure self was on the other side of that wall, and has actually been there all along. All I had to do was tear down the wall to get to it. Ha. Easier said than done right? Right. But that's where wonder, clairvoyance and compassion come out to help.

All of these start with a simple hello to your spirit. Try it. Say hello to your spirit, and see what you get back. It may be a feeling or a knowing somewhere deep inside that you can’t quite put your finger on. And that is how I understand clairvoyance and intuition. It is bringing awareness to what you already know to be true, even if it is not always experienced in the realm of the 5 senses. In other words, it's imagination. It can't always be explained, or proven, but its there. And it’s fun!

So once I said hello to my spirit and my intuition, what did I notice? I saw and felt that the brick wall which I kept running into was actually built INSIDE my space. In my physical body as pain, and in my personal space as a cloudy disconnection. Each brick represented a different energy–fear, resistance, control, responsibility, effort, anger; they were all in there. Neatly packed and protecting me. Or so I thought. It wasn’t until one brick got removed that I got a glimpse of all the air that was inside. And, once I felt the breeze there was no going back. The excavation had begun.