I’ve been perusing some You Tube Videos today, and it’s been eye-opening to say the least.
We’ve got psychics with enough candle smoke drifting on-screen to convince anyone that Aunt Martha just floated through, psychics with poorly stuffed ravens perched behind them and some with flashing lights that I am certain are intended as a distraction from the fact that they didn’t even bother to brush their hair for the taping. And lets not even get me started on those who have somehow glued a glittery third eye into the middle of their foreheads. Like really people…the drama…good God. We’re not calling forward the mother ship here. We’re engaging in a conversation to provide direction or more importantly engaging a deceased loved one to step forward to provide comfort. You don’t honestly believe that an ornament glued to your forehead is the way to go do you? It’s ridiculous and truly it makes me want to book a session simply for the joy of making my own “squeeze the third eye out of the forehead” video. We all love those videos. Come on admit it. Dermachakratology 101.
Further on along on the page, the skeptic videos, which is no surprise at all given the content of what I have just watched previously. If their oooompahpah and head spinning theatrics did nothing else….they caught the attention of all those whose life work is to denounce those of us attempting to bring some respect to the services we are providing.
I watched one video where three people were pouncing on one medium who looked absolutely uncomfortable with the rapid fire questions. Kudos to her for having the balls to agree to this, but along with those balls a spine must have been grown to withstand the assaults of those seated looking at you like they wish to string you up and set you ablaze for your sins. I found myself becoming very frustrated with her as she stumbled around trying to find an excuse for why she was unwilling to do a reading right there on the set. And I understand where that may come from. Seated with three hard-nosed skeptics all waiting for you to screw up is intimidating to be sure. I get it.
But..get over it. And get over it quickly. Or simply excuse yourself from the space and save some fragment of what dignity they are already stuffing into their pockets.
I’ve driven this home a million times or more. If you don’t TRUST what you are putting out there then put down the crystal ball please. Just let it go. Move aside, go home for a few years, tough it out and grow a spine before you attempt to take on the witch hunters. There is nothing more unsightly than watching you squirm as the fire is set under your backside.
Skeptics are a necessity in my work. Just as in all life, everything requires a balance. I encourage a healthy dose of it in all life choices you make.
If your intention is to invite a conversation with a skeptic you need to know two very important things.
A: Skeptics aren’t overly serious about debunking you at all. Skeptics actually ARE looking for proof, and if your spine is powerful enough you CAN provide that. But instead, your inability to trust your own self enough to make that happen shines through clearly in your fidgeting and your deer in the headlights glaze.Oh and your butt is smoldering.
If THIS is what you claim to do. Do it. Head on. Stop providing them with exactly what they discussed before you arrived, because let me assure you, they swaddled together like school bullies and devised a way to find your weak spots.
B: Grow that spine strong and flexible only on your command and not on the command of those that wish to break you.
If you cannot look a family member or a friend in the face and be truthful about who you are and what you do then you need to take a step back before considering going head to head with the court of disapproval.
You can only grow that spine by recognizing what makes it go weak. Find those insecure spaces and focus on bringing them back into line.
Put yourself in uncomfortable conversations and hold your ground tight. You don’t have to disagree with their opinions but neither do you have to disallow your own. Stand in it and claim it.
One of my favorite things is discovering the one skeptic seated in a room full of people. You will never see me pass them by. I will always make it a point to engage them. My thought process is that they clearly paid for something and are just as eager for confirmation as everyone else who came in with a heart full of believing.
And they might argue me. I don’t care. They may attempt to trip me up but I’m seasoned and much more skilled at catching them in that game for that to happen.
My spine won’t weaken under their eyes.
I cut my vertebrae on people like them. In fact, most of them are hurting more than the rest of the people in the room and simply need that absolute proof to take away some of that pain they have dragged around for decades.
And they rarely to never “take” the message. Not until the room is cleared and they can corner me and quietly tell me that I may have changed their thoughts a tweak. It happens every single time. It’s not a boastful thing on my part either, but a sad truth about some of our most vulnerable seekers who need to feed on the belief that love cannot exist beyond our edges. What an awful way to have to live.
I’m waiting patiently for the day that a room full of skeptics decide to challenge me on my own truth. I don’t give a rats ass about your million dollar prize. I only care about what hurt you along the way that makes you want to hurt us. Its so damn simple isn’t it. Keep your money, give it to charity. And come here…give me a hug…you need a hug. Perhaps followed by a swift kick in in the arse by your mother whose been trying to get your attention since 1978.
But in keeping with your expectation for me….
I might even find a purple unicorn horn to affix to my forehead for dramatic effect. “Just hold while I scan the room for life signs with my magic people finder”
Keep it real folks. Grow your spine on your truth. They can’t take that from you.
Have you hugged your skeptic today?
In love, in light, in oodles of laughter…..