Today has been a blur practically since I woke up. Work has been amazing, with lots of new opportunities and clients. I love meeting new people and helping them find solutions to their problems, so I suppose I’m in the right fields, as a writer and intuitive healer. But what do you do when someone doesn’t believe in you, or part of you?
To some extent, I get it. I’ve spent the better part of my life trying to demystify the intuitive arts by claiming the ability I was born with (that was hard enough) but also striving to be seen as a real person, not some woo-woo gypsy who’s trying to separate you from your money. I suppose it would be easy to blame Miss Cleo, or Stevie Nicks (I know, she gets unfairly blamed just because of the way she dresses), or anyone who’s ever attended a Renaissance Faire. But I’m not in a blaming mood.
I am in a sad mood, that people can believe in gods, fairies, monsters, angels and the devil, even a long-dead guy named Jesus, without ever having met him. They can believe in the effect of tides on people’s moods and women’s menstrual cycles, and how hot summers can increase the crime rate. But somehow, they can’t believe in my ability to direct energy, make contact with spirits, and even my heightened ability to see and hear beyond the physical realm. That’s too much for them.
So what do you do when you don’t exist to some people? When they don’t give the same respect and attention to things you’ve spent your life studying, perfecting and piling up certifications in? After all, I didn’t ordain myself as an intuitive healer. I studied, just like doctors and lawyers do. Then I applied the teachings over years of practice, just like any professional would.
I don’t do spells and don’t have that kind of “eye-for-an-eye” thinking anyway. I don’t operate that way. So maybe my regular level of mindfulness will have to take a step up today, in order to reframe the pain this has caused. I can soften around the place that hurts, and welcome it instead of pushing it away. I can sit with it awhile. And I can bring my mindfulness to a new place of movement, by standing up for myself in a way that doesn’t extend the suffering of this moment one instant longer.