Spirituality called me from a young age. There has always been something pulling me towards it. Like some invisible cord, I can't see but I can feel.
Crystals, Angels, Oracles, Auras, Buddhists, yoga. It all at one point or another fascinated me. And like most people when something fascinates me I dive right in. Neck deep in learning is where the eternal students are happiest.
Like so many people that experience an awakening or two in life. It's as if someone has opened your eyes to a world of possibilities and excitement.
So I learnt. I learn't a lot from other people, I read books and asked questions to people from the other side of the world whilst doing night feeds. If you were willing to help me I was willing to listen. Like a sponge immersed in a bubble bath, I was safe, warm in this new magical world.
But as with alot of good things there was a flip side. I lost friends. Not because I didn't love them, just because we weren't on the same wave length anymore. I didn't know what to say, I lost my ability for small talk. So people slipped away.
I cut cords with my mother. Which people assumed was an easy thing, but truth is it actually goes against the very core of your soul and its hard, but still I trusted the universe and my intuition. And I let go.
It wasn't easy but I kept moving forward.
3 years done the line we hit a wall. I won't go into the details but lets just say it wasn't fun and it certainly wasn't bringing me joy. How could a child of the universe struggle so much?
As Ashley was driving us to the supermarket I had a chat with the universe in my head and as much as it was very one sided it went alittle like this..
"I've had enough..I'm not doing this anymore."
"I'm not reading the books you guide me to.."
"I'm not channeling anymore!"
"Do you hear me angels I have had enough."
"Infact I give up on it all!"
"I'm not being a spiritualist anymore!
Someone update my facebook profile,
because this girl is stepping off the Woo Woo Train. "
People told me it would be fun. People told me this would be the most amazing experience. Yet here I was holding back tears in a supermarket car park.
I felt like I was fighting for my right to be counted and that no matter how much love and light I gave out all I got back was cord cutting and road blocks. (I didn't see the gift in this at the time)
So I got my trolley, put Hero in the front and focused on my weekly food shop.
As we finish the food shop and came back to the car our usual routine is I sort the bears, Ashley sorts the shopping. Then I take the trolley back. I know it seems like a dull thing but after 10 years you learn how to rock a routine and there is a reason I'm telling you this so bare with me...
As I push the trolley into the row, I glance down I see a small cream shape in the bottom of trolley.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
were the words that came out of my mouth. What was it? well it was the angel in the picture above. The very same angel I have on my alter to this day. As soon as I picked it up I heard the message. Don't give up, we hear you, You aren't alone in this.
Talk about a sign! Had Ashley seen it when he unpacked..No..Did I check the trolley when I put Hero in. Always. The universe sent me one of the clearest signs that it was doing it's best for me, the struggle was the lesson, the cord cutting was making room for better things.
So I guess what I'm saying by sharing this story is. No matter how difficult your awakening or your current path is, keep moving forward. You are always learning and always transcending to better things.
Oh and if you hadn't guessed I stayed on the Woo Woo train.
CHARLIE EDWARDS - JUST ME BEING MY CLEAR AUTHENTIC SELF.
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