My walking the line of crazy, opening to spirit moment was planned, something the team of spirits I work with reminded me of constantly. What more it was planned by me. Every mind-bending experience through time and space, every hold onto what reality you can, kundalini opening, every spirit sitting in me experience was drawn up ahead of time by ME. After successfully passing whatever test I was taking, one of my trusted spirit companions would come forward and gently remind me that this had been my idea, that I had specifically planned to be tested the hard way. I knew what they said to be true, for as they said it I recognized myself in the design.
A few years back I had a Soul-Level astrological Reading done by Marcella Eversole. The things she spoke of in my Reading rang true, many of what she was telling me I was already implementing in my life. As she finished my Reading she told me ‘You couldn’t have planned your chart better for the work you are here to do’. This too rang as truth in my mind.
Every year when November circles back around, I find myself revisiting the Novembers that have passed since ‘the November Incident’ (a title that takes up two chapters in my book). In my reverence, I want to step back from the world of the living and slip deeply into the warm coziness of my small home with its woodstove and quiet. I think of how thankful I am that my shamanic journey happened before the days of social media so that my bat-shit nuts crazy went relatively unnoticed by the outside world. I am most thankful for the support of those who knew me well, that they could recognize that I was not mentally ill, but that something else was happening.
Waking up to Spirit, whether you have worked with it your whole life or not, is challenging. In truth, the November Incident lasted for 4 months. Four months of me wondering if I was ever going to feel normal again, four months of my body having spontaneous moments of convulsion as energy moved through my Kundalini, cleaning out all the old blocks in my Chakra system. Four months of looking at all the things that hurt me. four months of looking at myself under a microscope.
I have long ago adjusted to the new level of spiritual connection in my life, in fact, it was my team of spirits that insisted that I begin doing Spirit Communication for the public. They insisted that it was the work I had intended to do this lifetime. At first, this seemed unbelievable as I had been working as a Psychic; looking into people’s lives and futures, for many years. But they spoke the truth, the real work I had intended for this lifetime was in communication…speaking to the unseen world and helping the living to find solace with death and an acceptance of an after life.
The November Incident; my opening of consciousness, took place over a decade ago. I have adjusted to the point where that which had rocked my world is now my normal. In doing so, in jumping into the deep waters I have worked really hard to find the way to the shallows, so that I may be a guide to others who are being tried by the boundaries of spiritual reality. We are opening as a people and for many, this is a painful experience. When our consciousness expands we must first look at ourselves, with a deep and penetrating lense. We must look at that which we are ashamed of, the things we have done and that have been done to us, that hold pain. This is where our power lies, our personal power lies in accepting the events that have made up our past, and choosing to use those events as teachers that strengthen us, instead of allowing ourselves to be continuously abused by them.
The dark months of winter are powerful. The quiet and isolation that snow and cold carry naturally turn us inward, inviting us to explore the hidden recesses of our soul. Do not be afraid to look. We all have shadows, we all have parts of our personality we rather not acknowledge, and we have all been wounded. You do not have to go at your shadow like a monster hunter, instead choose to be kind to yourself in the process…long baths, journalling, and good friends help. That and Tulsi Rose Tea, and some Rose Quartz, and Reiki.
We are becoming that which we were intended to be…all of us. We came into this world to evolve and grow, we can do so with fear and hesitation or we can do so with curiosity and a brisk stride…Tally Ho’ you know!
For those of you interested in the tales of my shamanic tight-rope journey through the November Incident my book ‘JUMP GIRL, the Initiation & Art of a Spirit Speaker’ comes out in February. It is available for pre-order https://www.penguinrandomhouse.com/books/562306/jump-girl-by-salicrow/9781623171926/