Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts
Showing posts with label spirituality. Show all posts

Thursday, 12 October 2017

Anxieties

There are moments when they are overwhelming, the moments when we choke, when we feel like we are dying, falling in the void, when we startle for the least little noise and call for help to God without pride.


There are moments when they seem to have disappeared... but they are still there, like a background program always running...


Without knowing it, we behave so as to keep them hidden in the background, contained. We stick to reassuring routines, which don't cost much energy.... 

We need the energy to keep them under control. This routines can take many forms, sometimes they are called addictions, and sometimes they are just "comfort zones"  


Anxieties. Feelings of feeling horrible, feelings of having to but having not to, feelings of waste, of fear, of damnation.


There are remedies. Long term remedies, Things to practice when we can, when we think of it, when suddenly we have no choice. Making a stop. No thinking, no distraction. No action. Just feeling. Being where we are, not where we strive. Slowing down, breathing, just being where we are. That's meditation. And maybe, maybe, calling for help and trusting we are heard.

 

 

Thursday, 24 August 2017

This too will pass...

Sometimes the feelings that come up to the surface are burning like hell, and sometimes cold like drowning in a swamp at night. (Even though drawing in a swamp in broad daylight is probably not much of a treat)


This too will pass...


If karma is a reality, maybe all that was well deserved after all?


Shame is far worse than fear. Without shame, fear would be just a difficulty to deal with. With shame, fear becomes unmanageable.


This too will pass....


Shame is worse than guilt, With guilt we can somehow find ways to pay our debt, but shame doesn't work like an overdraft on a bank account. Shame is a hot iron mark.


This too will pass....


Life is fragile. Live is vulnerable. Life too will pass.


Human beings have invented all kinds of tortures for themselves, since the world is world. Shame and guilt are like though weeds - terrible invaders with long long roots and flowers of pride.


Life is not a spontaneous hero.


Who taught us fear for the first time? The wholly mammoth? That's quite understandable...


This too will pass...


During World War 1 people had not given the name of "Shell shock" to a certain state. Those who were affected were considered cowards - and they thought of themselves as "cowards" because there was not other way to understand being overwhelmed by fear...


During World War 2 they invented the expression "Shell Shock"


Nowadays, we even acknowledge the existence of "Post Traumatic Stress Disorder" and that's a good antidote to shame to see it like that.... if you can.


Everything will pass.


Life if fragile and the effects of all unhealed traumas are passed down through generations...


This too will pass...




Thursday, 10 August 2017

Cult, sect or religion? I was in, and then I was out! ()

When I was 25 I reconnected with friends, Isabelle and Philippe. I hadn't seen for five or six years. Since then, they were married, had children and he had multiple sclerosis.


They also belonged to a new religion, created in Japan in 1962, called Mahikari. The main practice was spiritual healing, with a lot of Japanese style rituals, prayers and so on.


They told me that since they joined, his multiple sclerosis sufferer had stabilised and he had been able to stop medication.


I was not enthusiastic about getting into religious stuff at the time, but I didn't want to be close minded either so I decided to give it a try. I joined Mahikari.


A few months later I was initiated. I went to Paris to listen to guys talking over three days and given a sacred medallion.


This medallion was a real problem. You were supposed to have it on you all the time, but it couldn't touch any part of the body lower than the navel, it couldn't be touched by another person and couldn't be wet either.


To take a shower, it was necessary to say special prayers to ask for protection, put the sacred object in a sacred box on the highest shelve of the house, say another prayer, go take the shower, then without wasting time, say a prayer to thank God for the protection and put the medallion back on. 

All the prayers were in ancient Japanese....


The amazing thing was that the spiritual healing worked. The moment of my "initiation",  I felt pins and needles switched on in my palms.


I started experimenting, with success. I remember a child who was crying because she had an ear infection - Five minutes of my hand at 20 cm of the ear and the pain was gone. A guy with a medical metallic device getting out of his leg - he had had multiple fractures and he was in great pain. Five minutes of my hands sending "divine light" ... and he was smiling. I had many similar experiences. It was magic!


I even changed the taste of some wine... It was really bad wine, the cheapest brand that my sceptical  friends were drinking when they had no money for weed.

I poured a glass, put it aside, put my hands around the bottle for about 10 minutes.... It did not turn into good wine but It didn't burn the throat with chemicals anymore, like the wine left in the glass still did. They had to admit the difference was obvious. I was really enjoying the experience!

I tried to unblock a drain laying my hands on it but it didn't work. There are limits to everything. 

I remained a member of Mahikari for about one year, but it was quite a pain to follow all the rituals, and the members were everything but wise.


The teachings, which were supposed to be revealed for the first time in the history of humanity, were just a rewriting of traditional esoteric or religious teachings. Nothing new, unless you didn't know anything before. 


The little chiefs really believed that they were inspired and as infallible as the pope when doing their little chief job.... I heard a woman once say: "God is talking through my mouth, so shut up and do as I am telling you!"...


One day I had enough. I profaned the sacred medallion. I opened it (something nobody should never do) I put the little consecrated piece of paper with a sign on it in the bin with the medallion and I was done with it.


However, later on I noticed that I could still feel the pins and needles in my palms. 

So I carried on practising spiritual healing or energy healing, whatever it may be, without any ritual or prayers in ancient Japanese. Sometimes, it works, headaches or belly aches vanish. 

One day someone told me that this experience simply unlocked a gift I already had. Maybe.

Energy healing is a thing. Like with all psychic skills, it's something we all can do. Like with any skill, some people may be more gifted than others, and some cultivate their gifts whilst others not. 

Sometimes I think I should cultivate this thing a little bit. If you wish to try, it works remotely as well. Just ask!




Wednesday, 21 June 2017

Invisible bridge over the river

Many different people have many different truths, and that's alright...

Now, if my truth is that there is a bridge over the river when in fact there is none, I am at risk of getting wet. 

If I invite other people to walk with me on the bridge that doesn't exist, this could be worrying for those who don't see any bridge over the river. They will wonder....Can they all swim? Leave my children alone! 

They will tell me that I am wrong to talk about a bridge that doesn't exist to gullible people and I will feel upset about it.

But that's my truth! That's my right to share my truth! There is a bridge over the river! Cross it now. Don't let the mind and its fears hold you back.

Don't you see me walking on it?



Jean-Marc Pierson
http://jeanmarcpierson.com


Friday, 25 March 2016

Watery Signs Blues

"I am sorry, I didn't have enough time to be brief."

I remember Jean-Charles making a speech for his brother in law's birthday. This was his leitmotiv: "I am sorry, I didn't have enough time to be brief." Marcel Proust wrote these words at the end of a letter to a friend. Jean-Charles kept repeating them as he conspicuously enjoyed speaking at length about the art of being brief.

 Jean-Charles' and Marcel Proust's star sign was Cancer (as is my rising sign) I don't know why the sign "Cancer" is not straightforwardly called "crab" given that it is symbolized by a crab, which is a creature that walks sideways. A crab is a typical rambler, as Jean-Charles and Marcel Proust were, with great talent.

 (Jean-Charles, by the way, was the husband of my ex-partner's aunt, on her mother's side, and he was making this speech for his wife's sister's husband, but this husband of my ex partner's mother, even though well loved, was not her father. Crabs love knowing everything about family ties)

A crab, or a Cancer, needs to go round and round in circles and circles. It can't reach its goals without knowing everything about the environment, unlike an ultra straightforward Aries, who will reach the goal and find out about the context afterwards. A Cancerian individual may take more time to get where they want to get, but he or she is less likely to get killed by their own goals. I don't say this to criticise, we need kamikazes in this zodiac after all. As for me, Cancer Rising and Neptunian by Sun conjunction, the universe is the goal, therefore I am at risk of rambling for a while all around the zodiac... 

”Sorry” said Marcel Proust to his friend at the end of a long letter,” I didn't had have time to be brief...”

 One day, Jean-Charles died by drowning. He liked fishing. He had spent a lot of time  pulling fish out of the water, where they could breathe at ease in their own way. One day his car slipped on a muddy path, it  overturned and fell into the water. He was trapped inside. It must have been a difficult moment, unless the adrenaline or any other chemical produced by the brain made it a completely different experience than the scary one we don't dare to imagine too vividly,..

 Jean-Charles' rising sign was Scorpio, as I am by my Sun. Doesn’t death suit a Scorpio well? When the idea of dying becomes as scary as imagining yourself trapped in a car that has fallen wheels up into muddy waters then our mortal condition feels so unbearable... So unbearable that it's called Anxiety and is considered a mental health problem. When the imagination becomes so vivid that we feel trapped in a little box without air to breathe  then the need for another state of consciousness becomes extreme. At the bottom of the pool  will there be a door opening?

If we are spirit, being a little fish suddenly eaten alive by a kingfisher or a fisherman pulled into the the water by a fish shouldn't be more than a peak of intensity in the great dance of transformation... Can we take refuge in spirit and be eternally safe? Can we get out of here alive?

Sorry, I didn't have time to be brief...


 Jean-Marc Pierson
http://jeanmarcpierson.com 

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