Are you ready to #EmergeProud for our Kinda Proud series of Hope and Transformation?

All of these beautiful brave faces have #Emerged Proud as part of our Kinda Proud series so far…

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We are no longer taking submissions for our first Pocket Book of Hope; #Emerging Proud through NOTEs.

However, if you’d like to share your story for the blog and be considered for publication to our other 3 titles, do get in touch with the Reps below!

# Emerging Proud Through Disordered Eating, Body Image and Low-Self-Esteem – due for release on 12th July 2019;

Please contact Amy at: info@soul-shine.org.uk

#Emerging Proud Through Suicide – due for release on 10th Sept 2019

Please contact Kelly at: info@kellymichellewalsh.com 

#Emerging Proud Through Trauma and Abuse – due for release on 18th Oct 2019

Please contact Mandy at: ambrieleve@gmail.com

By sharing your story you are spreading hope for the transformation of many ❤

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It took a brush with death for Erica to truly embrace her life and her true Self

Erica McKenzie, a registered Nurse, was able to find and love her authentic Self only catalysed through a crisis, which she now sees as a blessing, that led to an NDE (near death experience). Erica’s words will resonate with many;

“I’ve spent my entire life trying to be everything to everyone, and in the process I lost myself.”

Through the messages received during her transcendent state of consciousness, she discovered that it was going within, listening to our intuition and surrendering to ‘God’ (which others term, Source or the Divine / the Universe), is the only answer we need to find our purpose in life. That purpose is to be true to ourselves, for each one of us has a unique gift to offer the world.

Here Erica recounts her incredible brush with death that led her in and out of a psychiatric unit…

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Many of us feel lost and struggle to find direction and purpose in life.  In my case, one of the most challenging things I was faced with learning was to love my unique self, just as God made me.  In fact, this challenge was one that stuck with me my entire childhood and accompanied me into adulthood.  I spent too many years wanting others to accept me and was convinced that changing myself to fit in with whomever I was around at the time, was the answer.  This behavior sent me down a path where I made several poor choices which included a twelve-year battle with bulimia and a drug problem that ultimately led to my death.

I was unaware that in my desperation to fit in, I wasn’t changing the right things as I stifled myself and put value on other’s impressions and expectations of me instead of to God.  In doing so, I must admit, it’s been quite the battle to learn to love and accept myself for who I am and be at peace with knowing that I AM ENOUGH.  I had become so lost that in the few moments before I died all I could think was, Who am I?  As I took my last breath, I couldn’t remember my name.

That fateful day in 2002, I went on to have a Near-Death Experience.  That experience was the point of my awakening which led to my transformation.  My experience taught me so many lessons but one of the most important things I learned was that, “Your uniqueness is your value and your value is your contribution on this Earthly Journey.”  It doesn’t matter who you are or aren’t, if you are here on this planet, you are valuable!  I quickly came to appreciate the significance of this knowledge and for the first time in my human existence, I finally understood; My uniqueness is my value because it holds my unique blueprint and unique gifts that serve to truly fulfill my life’s purpose.  In fact, it is who I am and what it meant to be me.

The mind is a powerful thing, and yet it fails in comparison to the knowledge found within our spiritual hearts.  That knowledge is divine power.  If we choose, we can unlock the answers by turning within and reconnecting to our creator through our hearts.  I discovered it is through this connection that I remember who I am and it is through this connection that I am able to grow and nurture unconditional love for myself.  By doing so, we can recognize and develop a connection with our Creator, fueled and sustained by unconditional love.

This unconditional love is the key to ignite the power within.  When we seek that power within, we gain the knowledge needed to help us through every life experience, and as we step into our power, we reveal our blueprint and gifts. Our blueprint is unique just like you, which means no one else has one the same. It is by design, the pattern that when followed; helps us to see that we are spiritual beings having a human experience, our sense of self, our identity and beyond the boundaries that may try to define our authentic life. It is also there we’re able to see that we can overcome fundamental human limitations, and it was revealed to me that it is through our connection with God, that we can access them on an exceedingly profound level. It is there that we find the power and knowledge needed to overcome and heal from every change we face no matter how challenging or difficult. We can get through them, grow, and come out stronger because our blueprint contains the most vital information essential for us to fully embrace change and to attain total health and wellness by gaining the knowledge needed to help us heal from our challenging life experiences.

This blueprint holds the unique information necessary for us to create profound healing of our body, mind, spirit and identify, grow and use our unique gifts at the capacity and magnitude for which they were designed. We each have these unique gifts and these God-given gifts are incredibly powerful contributions on our Earthly Journey. To fully achieve their potential, we must use these gifts in conjunction with each other. It’s only when we come to the table with our unique selves, whether it’s the business table, the relationship table, or the dinner table, that we empower each other and can go on to do great things.

As I realized all of this, then it happened. In the winter of 2002, I surrendered and in doing so, I knew this meant that I could no longer look to others for my value and wonder what people think about me. I had to refuse to let those feelings define me. In the face of change, I may not have all the answers but I don’t have to look to others for approval and having feelings of uncertainty is actually… ok.  I acknowledge those feelings, using them as tools that help me trust there is nothing I can’t get through because I see things differently now.  I have faith that God is at work in my life, and He has the answers so I don’t have to have them. It is a huge relief and comfort to let go and let God. It helps me to be free to focus on my responsibility, to be present for the changes that I am faced with, not trying to control but embrace them. At the same time, I remain true to and love my unique self, for it is there that I will find my value and that value is my contribution here on my Earthly journey.

My purpose is to learn. My mission is to serve. My heart is to love. My boss is God and my work is to be me.  It was easy to accept this challenge when I was in Heaven with God so armed with this new Divine knowledge, I returned from my NDE more determined than ever to share my story in hopes to help to create needed healing and awakening in others who were hurting.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself in a hospital bed and didn’t know how much time had passed.  I was desperately trying to make sense of my trip to Heaven when a doctor walked into my room and asked me how I was.  I remember being flooded with a sense of urgency to share my NDE with him.  As the words came flying out of my mouth, I began to sense his disbelief and concern for my mental health.  Without a word he quietly left the room and returned several hours later.  At this time, my NDE was dismissed, labeled a delusion and replaced with a medical diagnosis of late onset bipolar disorder.  What followed next was a trip to the psychiatric ward against my will for sharing my experience with God.

Overcome with memories from nursing school, I remembered the rotation I had on the psych ward as a nursing student. It was one of the more difficult things I’ve done. I felt like the patients there were forgotten people. My instructor said it was important to appear attentive and to act as if you were listening. “Mental health care provides people the opportunity to lead a normal life like everyone else, and these people are not normal,” she stated.

She also said not to believe what the patients were saying because they were not speaking truth, but merely attempting to manipulate. I knew it was wrong in nursing school and didn’t understand how some people could be so cruel. I was told they were crazy. Yet several of them appeared to have the ability to communicate with something we couldn’t see. I felt that many of them were medicated because of it. It was horrible.

I grew up believing that the purpose of medicine was to heal the sick, not to turn people into something they were not. Here I was, years later, in the exact same position as some of those patients, being dismissed and medicated because I had an experience, a crisis, the doctor couldn’t explain.

Call sharing my NDE crazy if you must – you won’t hear me challenge it. But what did being crazy really mean? And did it constitute a solution if the cure came in the form of a pill? Maybe I was just broken and lost or maybe I was displaying acute mental distress that was evolving into a positive healing transformation.

I realized through my own experience that those patients needed to be heard by an educated, empathetic and caring staff. I couldn’t help but feel the majority of the drugs administered to many of these patients acted as a Band-aid, only able to reduce or mask the symptoms temporarily, if they were therapeutic at all. I sensed the drugs affected the ability of several of the patients to think clearly. Even more terrifying, I sensed the drugs were changing those people, and I’m certain in some cases they blocked communication to God.

It was a crash course in mental health care, starting with my perceived “crazy behavior and delusions.” I learned in nursing school that medication was the most “therapeutic” way to treat “crazy behavior and delusions.”

Now the tables were turned. I realized it was a multidimensional lesson. Everything that happened to me up until the day I died, including my trip to Heaven, Hell and the psych ward, was preparing me to help myself and others. That help would include educating the medical community about near-death experiences, the presence of God and our ability to connect with our Creator, as a miracle, not a medical issue. In fact, those miracles would provide great healing.

I later learned that my trip to Heaven was called a near-death experience or NDE (http://ndestories.org/). During my NDE, I learned that we are spiritual beings having a human experience. I can’t imagine the countless individuals who have experienced spiritual events and have been medicated and dismissed because of it. When does communicating with the unseen or spiritual realm validate a diagnosis of psychosis? It appears society, and especially the medical community, is in dire need of education on NDE’s from a spiritual level. The effect of doing so would have the potential to increase their receptiveness and support of their patients’ experiences.

Going through the experience in the hospital revealed to me a lot about myself. I honestly had no idea that eventually, I would be able to view this tragic experience as a great opportunity for learning, but it’s true. Today, I can share that I am thankful for all of the experiences in the mental health facility because these lessons have shown me how strong a person I really am. It’s true that no one can define my potential greatness. But I don’t have to be a victim, and that is empowering!  At the same time, I knew before I could begin to fix the system and help others, I had to heal myself. I was broken, so it was going to be hard work because it was a constant battle between healing and changing me. I understood these to be two completely different approaches, and according to everything I had just learned in Heaven, it was more evident to me than ever that the answer wasn’t to change me. Even if the staff had the best intentions for restoring my health, it was clear that their approach was going to lead to changing, not healing, me. I identified the need for education once more, but this time it was essential for all of us, as I came to comprehend the significant meaning of the word “change.” I understood for many that the word change had taken on a meaning that had the potential to improve or destroy the human condition.

And yet there was no doubt in my mind that all the obstacles I had been through and the roadblocks that were ahead were no match for the knowledge I gained in Heaven. I knew that with God all things were possible.

I’ve spent my entire life trying to be everything to everyone and in the process I lost myself. I have loved many but I couldn’t love myself. I didn’t think I was good enough or deserving of that self-love. And I felt selfish for wanting it. Now I see that way of thinking was not healthy because thinking that way and engaging in toxic behaviors changed me and led me in the opposite direction from becoming a self-advocate and completing my earthly mission.

My NDE has not changed my life. It has given me life by opening my eyes to see my value. It has reawakened me to the real Erica, the little child who was in touch with God and His gifts before I let fear in and started to stifle my feelings, doubted my intuition and drowned out the voice of God in effort to listen to others. Listening to my feelings, intuition and God first, I found that I could use them as powerful tools and as a catalyst for creating a healthy life. I knew what was best for me. Which meant I could finally begin to fully access my blueprint. It was time for me to get real with myself by taking full responsibility for my health. So, armed with my tools, I began the long and challenging road that would lead to healing, valuing my life, and becoming an advocate for myself and others. My hope is not just to have the strength to change but to also be the change needed to bring light to the world.

“You matter.  You are important.  You are unique.  You are valuable and most of all You are loved!”

Read Erica’s book here

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If you’d like to share your story for the blog, or to be considered for our Kinda Proud book series, please CLICK HERE 

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#Emerging Proud through NOTEs Sacred Sharing Space Retreat

Have you had an experience that has taken you beyond the realms of your previous understanding of yourself and the world?

Are you struggling to #Emerge Proud about your NOTE (non-ordinary transcendent experience), and feeling like you have to lead a double life?

Do you feel like you’re teetering on the edge of a cliff, too afraid to jump for the unknown, but desperate not to turn back to your old way of being?

Would you like to spend time sharing with an intimate group of fellow Experiencers in a safe space where you can feel heard and not judged, whatever you need to talk about?

This retreat may be for you…

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CLICK HERE TO FIND OUT MORE ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL VENUE 

For details of the weekend schedule, and to book a place please CONTACT US 

” TIME SPENT CONNECTING IS TIME WELL SPENT” 

To thine own self be true

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Mick from Norwich shares his experience of being a ‘Wounded transformer’ for our NOTEs book in the Kinda Proud series

Although every account of a NOTE is unique to the individual, there are clear patterns that emerge through the stories shared, which seem to show how common themes of human struggle and survival connect us all at a soul level. Mick’s deeply personal account is no exception, in fact it clearly highlights the documented stages of a spiritual awakening; Repression of struggles – Trauma acting as a catalyst for change – Repressed emotions surfacing for healing – Growing conscious awareness – Healing and transformation. Knowing these stages are natural and don’t last forever is helpful when we are amidst a crisis; that the only way out is indeed through…

As Dr Mick Collins beautifully explains, in realising that his paranoia was the result of his living decades of split-off trauma and rage. He was able to learn probably the most important lesson on the journey back to wholeness; that the Ego (shadow) is not something to push away or fight against, but embracing it is actually an integral part of the individuation process. Here Mick explains how that was for him in his own painful personal transformation journey…

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Wounded Transformers

In 1956 my teenage mother became pregnant and after I was born my grandmother decided it would be best if I were adopted. The separation from my mother was complex, compounded by the fact that she was denied the opportunity to say goodbye to me on the day I was taken away. This life-changing event happened when I was three months old. Adoption works out well for many people, but there are risk factors that can impact adopted children and adults.

Today, the psychosocial effects of adoption trauma are much better understood, particularly the various difficulties that can multiply as children are growing up, which can include anxiety, depression and identity confusion. In the worst cases, adoption trauma can result in dissociation, anti-social behaviour, sexual promiscuity, suicide and homicide. Studies in the US have shown that adoptees account for 2% of the population; yet they are over-represented in mental health and criminal justice services. Some of these risk factors overshadowed my life.

My adoptive parents were in the military, which meant we constantly moved home. As an only child I quickly learnt that friends and social connections were transient, and that education had no continuity or meaning due to the lack of a national curriculum. Consequently, my life was permeated with an existential sense of loneliness and rootlessness, which was compounded by the highly unusual fact that my adoptive mum and dad both lost their parents when they were children. As far as I know, they had no siblings. My adoptive parents were good people who did their very best for me, but they also had their own complexities.

Despite my unconventional family situation, life at home was relatively ‘normal’ and mostly non-eventful. However, at times the atmosphere became unpredictable and volatile, which also resulted in me experiencing double binds that were confusing and disorientating. I did not know which messages to trust, so I withdrew emotionally and became a people pleaser. Yet deep down all was not well, as revealed in the nightly episodes of bed-wetting, which continued until I left home at seventeen. I also had a recurring paranoid fear that I would be hung for ‘something’ I did not do.

 Throughout childhood I had very low expectations for my life. I left school at fifteen with no educational attainments and my first job was working on a building site as a labourer. It was not long before I started to go ‘off the rails’ and I appeared in court for the first time aged fifteen. It was a very troubling period of my life, which resulted in three further prosecutions for theft, threatening behaviour and possession of an offensive weapon.

An unexpected opportunity to change happened during a conversation with a kind police sergeant following my arrest for possession of an offensive weapon. He suggested I could do a lot better in life, and his non-judgemental attitude had a positive impact on me. I started reflecting on what I could do differently to turn my life around. When I appeared in court I was expecting a custodial sentence, but I spoke sincerely about wanting to join the army. Thankfully, I left court that day with a heavy fine, along with a deep resolve to try and change my attitudes and behaviours.

In 1974 I joined the infantry, which provided me with a real sense of containment, self-respect and belonging. My first posting was Northern Ireland, which taught me first-hand the impact of violence in a conflict zone. I left the forces after three and a half years. Between 1977-83 I travelled and worked around the world, which was liberating and a great cross-cultural education. Then, in 1983 I went for a two-day visit to see a friend who was living in a Tibetan Buddhist monastery and I ended up staying for three years. I immersed myself in Buddhist philosophy and meditation practice, whilst also learning ways to cultivate spiritual meaning in life.

It was during a short trip away from the monastery that I had a profound and life-changing numinous encounter, which happened whilst I was reciting mantras on a train. I suddenly experienced an overwhelming sense of love for everyone in the carriage. Everything was sacred and my whole body radiated bliss, which lasted for over two days. On the third day the experience gradually started to fade, and by the time I returned to the monastery I was starting to experience an extreme state of consciousness. I was overwhelmed by violent and murderous impulses, which catalysed a descent into a living hell that lasted for over two years.

A saving grace during this time was having met an Indian psychologist and former mendicant, who had worked very closely with the great spiritual teacher, Jiddu Krishnamurti. He was well versed in Jungian and transpersonal psychology, as well as the world’s mystical literature. He thought I was passing through a transformative spiritual experience, and his compassionate manner was literally life saving. I held tightly to his words, as it was all I had. In 1986 there was very little appreciation of such transformative processes in mainstream society. Stanislav Grof’s book on spiritual emergency had not yet been published.

During my spiritual crisis I thought I was possessed by evil and on one occasion I came close to suicide. I was very troubled by the violence and murderousness within me, and I decided that I would rather end my own life than hurt another person. Yet I somehow managed to find my way through this dark night of the soul – alone. Eventually I discovered the work of Carl Jung, and I began to realise that I was not possessed by evil; rather I was possessed by the unconscious and decades of split-off trauma and rage. I learnt a very deep lesson about meeting the shadow and how it is an integral part of the individuation process. Occasionally, I still encounter experiences of vulnerability and dissociation, but years of therapy and inner work have taught me how to process these ‘complexes’ and focus my energies on healing and wholeness.

My life-long journey as a wounded transformer inspired my vocation as a health professional and academic. I worked for twelve years as an occupational therapist in adult acute mental health services and also in a psychological therapies team, where I integrated a transpersonal approach into my clinical practice. I went on to work as a university lecturer for 10 years and my research focused on themes, such as spiritual crisis, transformative potential and spiritual renewal.

Throughout my life I have encountered various extremes, but I have also learnt that these challenges are thresholds for deep transformation. I never imagined as a ‘confused child’ that I would go on to gain a PhD and become a published author. My books: The Unselfish Spirit and The Visionary Spirit emerged phoenix-like from the ashes of my spiritual crisis. Becoming a writer has helped me articulate the complexities of individuation and the blessings of transformation. These days my quest for wholeness includes forgiving others and myself for past mistakes, as well as trying to be more grateful, charitable, just and loving. It’s a soulful process and a work in progress.

We are no longer taking submissions for the #Emerging Proud through NOTEs Pocket Book of Hope, but if you have a story you’d like to share we’d be delighted to include it on the blog. Please CONTACT US HERE to find out how to go about sharing…

If you have a personal story that are relevant for our other Kinda Proud book titles, please CLICK here to find out how to get in touch with the Rep for your specific title, thank you for helping us to spread messages of HOPE  ❤

 

 

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Sign up for #Emerging Proud day 2019

Only 12 weeks today it will be the 3rd International #Emerging Proud day…

In 2017, 12 countries gathered in 17 locations to mark the occasion, and we’d love to increase that number on 12th May 2019…

Let’s make it the biggest and best celebration yet to;

‘Re- frame mental distress as a possible catalyst for positive transformation’ 

What can YOU do? 

It’s really simple; organise a gathering in your local community, log onto the online event stream… CLICK HERE TO SIGN UP Join Nicole and I for the LIVE launch of the #Emerging Proud through NOTEs book; the first in the Kinda Proud ‘Pocket Books of Hope’ series – it’s going to be a whole lot of International interactive fun!

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WE LOOK FORWARD TO SEEING YOU THERE ❤

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Make loving yourself a priority today

On the day that the capitalist world tells us to give out love, (and spend money on pointless tat), be rebellious; make loving yourself a priority… 

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Altazar’s life transformed the moment he decided he could no longer fit himself into the boxes of our ‘cultural matrix’

Pretty much anyone who has #Emerged Proud to date could probably relate to Altazar’s words of wisdom here;

“Who I was being had no relevance to my true self. My identity was in meltdown. And I knew this crisis had been brewing for a long time…. I decided that I had to be true to myself, whatever that looked like, or die in the process.”

It’s usually the meaning we find within the crisis that points us in the direction of our purpose. We have to succumb to the emotions we’ve been repressing, often for years, for the healing journey to begin. However, calming the Ego enough to let go and trust this necessary fall is not at all and easy thing to do, as Altazar recounts through his story…
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I’ve never been diagnosed with any mental disorder. Probably because, somehow, I had the nous to stay out of the medical system. Nevertheless, I believe my experience would today be classified as a mental/emotional breakdown and burnout. I was walking down the street having arguments with myself – out loud, for Christ’s sake!

When I realised this I got very scared. I certainly did not want it on my medical records jeopardising future employment prospects, loading insurance premiums or producing any other unnecessary challenges in my life.

I was 37 years old, working as an electrical design engineer in a well-paid very rational male-dominated industry. However, that industry was in deep recession and my job would soon disappear with no hope of finding anything similar. My marriage was falling apart. I was completely shut down emotionally. My life was a mess. I was certainly depressed. I was toxic to be around.

Looking back now it’s obvious that I was going through a major spiritual awakening. I’d been living my life inside the boxes prescribed by convention. Outwardly I looked successful, but I hated myself. Those boxes I’d put myself in never did fit me and they’d led me to be very fragmented. I was different people for different aspects of my life, and inauthentic in virtually all of them.

Who I was being had no relevance to my true self. My identity was in meltdown. And I knew this crisis had been brewing for a long time.

I needed to sort myself out. I had no idea how, but I decided that I had to be true to myself, whatever that looked like, or die in the process. If I couldn’t find some real meaning to my existence and integrate that into the way I lived I did not want to be here.

By chance I was in the old St Pancras library one day in my lunchtime and picked up a flyer for a ten-week course about stress and burnout. I read it and ticked all the boxes twice over. It was like someone had left it there especially for me. I signed up immediately.

To the person I was then, it was all weird. There were some basic psychological exercises (Transactional Analysis), story-telling, role-playing, reflexology, massage and meditation. It was the meditation that saved me.

We were taught a version of the Buddhist Metta Bhavana (loving kindness) practice. It saved my life. I embraced it wholeheartedly, as if something in me remembered it from another existence.

My marriage collapsed; my job disappeared. It took about two years to regain some sense of equilibrium after that.

I practised my meditation daily, although I did nothing else metaphysical for about five years. But I was changing.

I found a job that I could manage easily and I enrolled in a part-time degree course at what is now Middlesex University, reading English. I wanted to take a completely different direction. That was where the five years went.

Initially the degree was something to keep me busy and at home, as my fourteen-year-old son chose to live with me instead of his mother. But I evolved; I did well, and I got interested in psychoanalytic literary criticism – something most other students avoided like the plague.

As I got deeper into how we make meaning of things I started to see the meanings I’d made up about my own existence. My interpretations of my experiences had plainly accumulated into a perception of myself and life in general that just had to implode at some point. I was seeing why I’d made such a mess of my life. Coupled with the meditation practice this enabled me to accept and forgive myself for much of the mess I’d created.

I graduated with a good first class honours that allowed me to be accepted directly onto a PhD programme without taking an interim master’s degree. I was researching how we make sense of ourselves through linguistic structures. Ultimately, this was analysing my own process through close examination of the way I made meaning out of various texts, and how I mapped that onto the reality of my life.

And just as I was getting into my PhD I got a shock. What I now know as my healing channels opened spontaneously in meditation. I had no reference points for this, and again I was scared. My body tingled with energy from head to toe. I could visualise it, and turn it on and off.

At this time I was also in a new relationship, with someone who had a passing interest in spirituality. I didn’t tell my partner about my experience for a few days; when I did she encouraged me to explore the realm of spiritual healing. I had nothing to lose, so that was the beginning of a sojourn through New Age spirituality that lasted several years.

It was a lot of fun and sometimes very scary. I found the territory populated with a mixture of sincerity and superficiality, integrity and exploitation. It was a minefield.

There was LOADS of emotional work: buckets full of tears and rage. There was more than one experience of what is known generically as the dark night of the soul, which is more accurately the mind going into a flat spin because nothing it knows can cope with the fractures in its sense of reality.

But I was on a path. There was enough consistency in my spiritual adventures to keep me engaged.

I looked at various forms of energy healing, in an attempt to give myself some kind of label, and I learned a great deal from all of them. The most commonly recognised form I learned was Reiki, which I actually taught for four years. But, I’ve been consistently driven to find my own way.

As a child I could remember being a man in another life – I still can; I saw things – beings, entities that “weren’t there” according to my parents – I still do. However, I went into denial about my inherent spiritual nature for nearly thirty years because of a difficult experience with religion at the age of ten turned me against anything religious, and by implication spiritual.

Since my initial episode of mental instability I’ve gradually been better able to join the dots of my life into a coherent picture. That picture is not static, which is also a challenge to a mind that craves stability, but it gets clearer all the time.

What is crystal clear is that there are few reliable reference points in our culture for the process of spiritual awakening. Hearing voices and seeing visions may not book your ticket to the funny farm, but it will qualify you for some addictive medication to slug your sensitivity – if you tell the wrong people.

These days I support others as they awaken to their spiritual nature. I help them to learn to trust themselves, their intuition and their magic, and find their way to engage with what I call their Spiritual Intelligence. The 37 year-old electrical engineer I was would have said you were mad, had you told him this was where he was headed.

The mainstream cultural matrix functions as a control device to keep us afraid of ourselves, calling our inherent magic madness”. You embody its inherent psychosis if you go along with it.

Altazar Rossiter, February 2019

Walt Whitman’s Preface to Leaves of Grass [1885 edition]: 

Re-examine all you have been told

in school or church or in any book,

Dismiss whatever insults your own soul  ❤ 

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Thank You Body Festival; celebrate YOU and the launch of our second Kinda Proud pocket book of Hope

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In celebration of the launch of the second book in the KindaProud series;

#EmergingProud through disordered eating, poor body image and low self-esteem Pocket Book of Hope, SoulShine will be hosting a community gathering to celebrate body diversity, inspire self-acceptance and build connections.

The aim of the day is to create a space to celebrate, honour and empower our relationships with ourselves, our bodies and our food. We will provide opportunities to explore beliefs about body image, the relationships we have with food and also our connection to our own well being.

With guest speakers, storytelling, embodied movement and well being workshops, with wholesome nourishing food, a Wild Woman photo shoot exhibition, and a few little extra surprises thrown into the mix, it’s going to be a nourishing and uplifting day of connection!!

Come and join in the fun and celebrate with us.

The Forum, Norwich, Norfolk 10am

GET YOUR TICKET HERE

This is a free event, we do however welcome donations and are so incredibly grateful for any support you can give.

Help us spread the word!

We are currently looking for sponsors. If this is of interest to you, please email;

Amy at info@soul-shine.org.uk

Want to get involved? get in touch with us.

We really look forward to seeing you there!

So much love,
Amy, Robyn, Kate and Rachel (the SoulShine team) ❤

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Bev is Kinda Proud of her journey from burnout to a burning desire to help others know that it’s ‘okay to not be okay’

After spending years as a ‘successful’ business woman, hardly ever allowing herself to take time off, it took all of Bev’s strength from deep within to reach out for help at a time when she felt all was lost. Bev discovered that this was true strength. Like so many who have #Emerged Proud through a personal crisis, this has now become Bev’s mission; to help others to realise that mental health struggles are a normal reaction to difficult life circumstances, and that it’s not only okay to self- care, it’s absolutely vital.

Bev now tells her story within workplace settings, to give others strength to reach out. Here she recounts how she ended up doing this wonderful work…

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Like a Phoenix from the ashes

This year (2019) marks a huge milestone for me as it was ten years ago that I went through what can only be described as my annus horribilis.

2009, the year that changed my life in so many ways; I started the year, what I thought was happy enough, although looking back the toxic relationship I was in along with the high-pressured job and bullying I was enduring in the workplace was not conducive to a happy, balanced life.

As the start of the year passed I went through it convincing myself it would all be Ok, that things would work out alright in the end if I just hung in there and hung in there I did. I hung on for the first five months of the year by a thread; it was like I was on the edge of a rock face gripping on by my fingertips. At the end of May 2009 my life fell apart when the situation at work became unbearable, so much so that all I did was spend all my time in tears, sobbing my way through the day and into my pillow at night.

Finally, I gave in and visited the doctor who diagnosed clinical depression and severe anxiety, I found this just to be the start of a road that led to a journey of darkness that went seemingly deeper with each day. I found myself walking through a fog, a fog of what I believed to be failure, a fog of sadness, a fog of paranoia, a fog of loneliness and a fog of isolation that turned into a fog of anger.

I became so angry. I was angry with me for being so useless, I was angry with those in work who had seemingly turned against me. I was angry with those closest to me who in my mind didn’t understand. I was angry with God, the Universe and basically anyone else I could blame for the situation I was now in.

Following my diagnosis, I was informed by the doctor that I had two weeks before hospitalisation, so my choice was to take a sick note and sign off from work, or to go to work where within two weeks they would be sending an ambulance to pick me up! I knew in my heart the choice was no choice, but it was hard, I always resisted the urge to be off sick but no more, I had to give in.

During the latter part of 2009 I lost my job, my home (temporarily to dry rot), and my relationship; my income lowered dramatically as I went from a senior manager salary to employment support allowance, and in my mind my world fell apart; little did I know this was actually the time when the foundations of my new life were starting to form.

I found myself self-harming, literally dragging my nails against my skin until I drew blood, this was my way of proving to myself I could hurt myself more than anyone else could hurt me.  In the darkest of nights, I found suicide thoughts creeping into my mind. I had it all planned, I wrote the text I would send to family and friends then worked out exactly how I would do it. I was so close, and yet the thought of the sadness I would cause to others somehow kept me hanging on to life.

Christmas / New Year 2010 became a turning point in my life. As I celebrated with family and friends I vowed that I would do whatever it would take to ensure that I would never have another year like 2009. I would turn my life around and ensure that those that had helped drive me down that road would not win. They may well have won the battle that took me towards the darkness of life, but they were never going to win the war.

I started 2010 by signing up to a Life Coaching diploma course as I became determined to help others not go where I had been. I wanted to somehow to let others know it is Ok not to be Ok, and you can indeed start day by day to come out the other side. At the time I renovated my property by day, so it became habitable again, and studied for my diploma by night. I was on medication for the depression and I have to say I was very lucky to have such an understanding doctor who was always on hand when needed. I undertook counselling sessions through which I learnt to take baby steps along the road to recovery.

I was shown how to take each day at a time, how to explore my new world by taking baby steps towards a new goal every day, even if that goal was just taking a walk in the park rather than staying under my duvet. One of my counsellors suggested always writing in my diary the evening before a plan for the next day therefore giving me a reason to get up. I have to say this advice worked so well in that I started to find getting up in the morning was fun as I suddenly had a purpose; it meant at the end of the day I could reflect on my progress and give thanks for all I had achieved that day.

As time passed, in 2010 I spent more and more quality time with family and friends, this made me realise that those riches in life lie with people not materialistic objects of desire.  These lovely people along with those I had met in my dark times started to build on the foundations I was building within myself.  I read books and absorbed information around positive thinking, faith, belief and mindfulness. I learnt how self-care was something that had been missing from my life for a long time and how by re-introducing it would in turn support me during the next stage of my journey as I began to walk along the path of recovery.

Fast forward to 2019 and it is suffice to say that the last ten years have been a rollercoaster, during which there were times I had to find the strength to hold on a little tighter. I have endured heartache, debt, and the anxiety still lurks hidden in the shadows but today it is thankfully manageable.

I started a business in August 2010 through which I now indeed do help others in many ways, including workplace wellbeing.  I am proud to say I actively share my story to normalise the importance of good mental health and what happens if self-care isn’t treated as an important part of everyday life.

I became a published author in 2012, an award-winning mentor, a radio show host, an avid volunteer, and met many new friends along the way. I renovated and sold my apartment to move back to my childhood village where I now live near my parents and share my life with my wonderful partner and his children. I know I am blessed, and I offer gratitude every day for the life I now have, the life I have built from the ashes, indeed the life that through experience turned an ordinary life to an extraordinary one.

I know from experience what it is like to feel like all is lost and I have seen members of my family broken by the suicide of my young cousin. The grief it leaves for others is immeasurable, and I am so relieved that from deep within I found a strength that saw me reach out for help at the time when I felt all was lost.

If I hadn’t done that I’d have missed out on all that the last ten years has brought me, and for that again I give thanks.

To contact Bev, you can find her website here:  http://www.awakencoaching.co.uk

or E.mail bev@awakencoaching.co.uk   Linkedin www.linkedin.com/in/beverley-jones/

Do you resonate with Bev’s story? If you’d like to share yours in order to inspire others in Kelly’s KindaProud book:  #EmergingProud through Suicide

Please contact Kelly at: info@kellymichellewalsh.com

 

 

 

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