The Universe is a complicated, intricate, interconnected intelligence that moves beyond what we see, feel, touch, taste, and smell, into the sphere of energy.  I’m currently obsessed with energy.

 

You can’t always explain energy, but you sure as hell can feel it. And so, as I release my need to over-explain myself – no is a full sentence, and I can change my mind – energy is the thing I’m trying to align with. I don’t always get it right, but I’m committed to honouring it. We fall, we get up. We run, we rest. We try, we win. We try, we lose.

 

I’m less concerned with your religious persuasion, as long as you don’t prescribe it for me. All I care about is your energy. Those vibrating on a lower level are ‘heavy’. Have you ever left a friend after they’ve ‘downloaded’ and then carried their heaviness? Sometimes for days. Conversely, you could be with someone, even a stranger, who leaves you uplifted and light. Such a joy.

 

Standing at the pulpit, supposedly inspiring ‘the flock’ but as bland as potatoes without salt.

 

Over the years, I’ve been in the presence of some Catholic priests who feel so low, sad, and down. Standing at the pulpit, supposedly inspiring ‘the flock’ but as bland as potatoes without salt. Many times, I’ve sat in church, and my mind just wandered off. This is where the modern, evangelical churches win. Those pastors are motivational speakers and influencers on steroids. Just remember to tithe, people. Just remember to tithe.

 

In the earlier years, when the kids were young and we’d still make an effort to attend mass, I never felt as though I was missing out if I had to leave the building to attend to the crying or otherwise active baby/toddler outside. I now realise that the ritual of service never truly resonated with me.

 

I was ticking a box. It always felt like my school days. Keep quiet, do as we say, follow the rules. Oh, and feel as guilty as sin if you break them.

 

I was never taught how to connect my body, mind and soul growing up. It wasn’t even a thing! And honestly, even as I grew older, it was quite a mystery. Religion couldn’t enable that for me. The rote service and all its rituals missed me.

 

The greatest tragedy about religion is that it severs the soul’s direct contact to Source.

 

Religion is the real coloniser. The greatest tragedy about religion is that it severs the soul’s direct contact to Source. This ‘connection’ is filtered through a rehearsed version of the ‘truth’ – mainly for subservience – and most often at the hands of senior, ‘wise’, men. As though the soul is clueless; it’s not the ultimate compass.

 

We’re most lost when we’re detached from that connection. I know that I may have lost some of you. It’s ok. There’s no right or wrong on this one. There’s just the journey.

 

The journey is comprised of realisations we have, the moments of enlightenment, and the energy level we vibrate at. And this is always changing.

 

For me, it’s daily. I’m continually questioning commonly held beliefs, stereotypes, and cultural prescripts. That process of checking oneself. It was called ‘disruption’ in the 1990/2000s, today it’s ‘unlearning’.  

 

So, who are these high vibration people? In a nutshell, they’re light, bright, and happy. They want to lift as they rise. And they have a childlike innocence.  The Dalai Lama and Archbishop Desmond Tutu come to mind. In their book aptly titled, The Book Of Joy, you can hear the constant giggling and laughing.

 

I’ve always loved the sound of children laughing and singing. Evokes such a deep sense of joy. Dear hearts, let’s fix our energy. May we all find the joy that makes us light and bright.

 

Pic credit @robynwrites Stellenbosch, on our recent holiday