Doreen Virtue – We Lost One.

I have been debating whether to write a post regarding Doreen Virtue, as the internet has been saturated with them. However seeing her conversion, her list of what is considered “evil” both unsettled me and fascinated me…what drove her to this conversion and renouncement? Her conversion to Christianity sparked a lot of contemplation for me (I am a renounced Catholic).

Although I couldn’t be considered a follower or a “fan” of her work, the feeling I couldn’t shake after reading her list of “A-Z List of New Age Practices to Avoid, and Why” was this profound sense that we had “lost one”. I do not know if others resonate with this feeling, however for me it was as if the rocky road to consciousness had become too much and a being who was so dedicated to it had thrown in the towel.

This lead me to read her free eBook “The Joy of Jesus” which is available on her website. I needed to know why. Her rationale in the book, was that Jesus appeared to her while she was in church. He didn’t say anything, rather it was an intense experience of being engulfed in his energy.

However there is more to the story which is written in plain text through her book (although it is clear that she does not register it) and it is something that to me, highlights a belief I have observed in the New Age/Self Help community. If anything, I feel that Doreen Virtue is the canary in the gold mine for the New Age movement. I feel it can be summed up in this paragraph from her book:

“I’d get glimpses of happiness: appreciating a sunset, hugging a dear friend, walking my dog, savouring a great meal and so forth. But these experiences were always temporary and fleeting. Where was the lasting happiness? I knew it had to be somewhere!”

And lets face it, that is what the new age/self help movement promises – lasting happiness.

It is a belief that I am constantly challenging and one that St. Germain challenges in our channeling evenings quite often;

A. The end goal of enlightenment equates to eternal happiness.

B. Happiness is something that is outside of you and can only be achieved through external factors.

Life can be challenging shit if we want to be frank about it and it seems to be something that the new age/self help movement likes to dance around, because if life is challenging you, then you’re apparently doing something wrong.

I will admit that the question of – “why am I not happy?” spurred me on the spiritual path in the first place, but there comes a point where you have to let that go. There is a point where you realise that happiness is but one aspect of yourself and of human experience and that if one were to only ever experience happiness they wouldn’t understand what it was. In order to experience an emotion, one needs a reference point. Does happiness exist without sadness? The principles of alchemy would argue that happiness and sadness are the same thing and are but two poles at opposite ends of a sliding scale, with a kind of neutral zone at the center.

“Everything is dual; everything has poles; everything has its pair of opposites; like and unlike are the same; opposites are identical in nature, but different in degree; extremes meet; all truths are but half truths; all paradoxes may be reconciled” – The Kybalion

I am certainly not holding up the Kybalion in the way a Christian might hold up the bible, however I will accept pieces of wisdom where I find them.

An enlightened being has reconciled all their aspects – the good, the bad and the ugly. They no longer identify with these polarities as being who they fundamentally are, nor do they strive to live within the realm of a certain polarity. One who has awakened has stepped out side of this realm completely, with the paradox being, that they can then dive back in and experience ALL aspects of themselves without the baggage that may be attached to certain polarities. In other words, they are free.

Another quote from Doreen Virtue’s book “The Joy of Jesus”;

“Because I felt too frightened to research the topic of fallen angels and demons, I didn’t learn enough about them. The whole topic seemed scary and negative. I always tried to stay positive and avoid anything violent or upsetting. So I ignored the topic of researching fallen angels.”

This speaks volumes to me as someone who is not yet ready to face their “shadow” nature. After the honey moon period of enjoying “love and light”, everyone will then be confronted with their darkness or shadow…however that may look to an individual. Now I know she is referring to demons in this quote and I am not saying to go summoning unconscious spirits here (not really on my recommended list), however the fact that she adamantly tried to stay positive all the time and avoid anything that may be considered “bad” speaks volumes.

This is something the new age/self help movement constantly preaches; affirmation this, bad thoughts will bring bad situations that. What you end up with are a bunch of stressed out people who if they become skilled at it, can delude themselves maybe 90% of the time with their “positive vibes only” thoughts and then panic in that 10% of the time that “bad” creeps in. “Oh no! I had a bad thought about my financial situation. I will doom myself to be poor forever if I keep thinking this! I am wealthy…I am abundant….” and so they settle themselves back into the delusion until the next little scare.

The levee will break eventually. Your being in its entirety needs acknowledgement. If you want to make “good” and “evil/bad” a battle, then ultimately you are creating a battle with yourself. It is time to make peace with ourselves or we will constantly be running for new shelters, as in Doreen Virtue’s case – running from the shelter of the new age movement to Christianity. There will however come a time where that shelter will no longer hold back the tide either.

We are all guilty of it too, so let us not sit back, point fingers and feel smug. It may not be changing religious beliefs, but it can be more mundane things also – I’ll have lasting happiness when I find the perfect job/partner/life situation etc.

Ultimately, enlightenment will strip us of all of these things. It will make us look inward and see the vastness that is our being and our potentials and it will call us to take self responsibility.

Have we lost Doreen Virtue? No. And we must allow her the space to choose her own experiences, just as we have the freedom to do so as well. The game of “I am not enlightened” has many manifestations.

Ultimately if there is anything to take from this, it is to leave ourselves alone and understand that eventually everyone must embrace their shadow.


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Lughnasadh and Consumerism

As we have become divorced from what it is to be directly in touch with our food production, or indeed the production of any of our resources, Lughnasadh can be a tricky holiday to fully relate to. Many will look to the aspect of the waning of the God or male aspect of the year, an honour and reverence for the changing of the seasons. For me in the climate I live in, an excitement settles in. The long relentless humid and hot days will begin to wane and with it comes the anticipation for the relief of cooler days.

However the idea of the harvest weighs heavily on me this year.

The last year has been one of both pulling weeds and sewing seeds (metaphorically) and as I look out over my field, I see that there is still another long year ahead of preparing the soil, weeding and planting. However, a great sense of accomplishment remains when I look at just how far I have come. And just how much I have learned in the space of a year. You could say in many ways, the last few years have been dedicated to my real education – not the one I learned in school or university. And this last year in particular has involved the application of my real education.

My real education has been one of unlearning. Unlearning behaviours that have been taught to us by society to be both acceptable and respectable, things that society was brainwashed by big corporations to aspire to. I have been unlearning consumerism and unraveling all the things that keep us chained to it.

Now what has this to do with the harvest? A lot actually. There was a point 2 years ago where I sat in my living room taking in everything in it. For the first time in my life I could say that truly, I had enough. My 20s had been a whirlwind of study and collecting things for my home and although my furniture is shabby in comparison to the photos in glossy magazines and on television, I had everything I needed. A fully stocked and functional kitchen, all the comforts and furnishings you’d expect in a living/dining area (minus a TV or “entertainment” unit). A wardrobe stuffed to the brim with clothing, a study complete with desk and shelves overflowing with books.

I remember sitting there feeling quite empty. Is this it? I was raised, like many of us are to go to school, get good grades, go on to do further study, find a job, make money and furnish a house (perhaps get married and have children too). You don’t really think too much on it when you are in the midst of excitement of gaining independence as an adult and studying for your future career.

Then you spend a few years on the treadmill, going to your job, making money, paying bills etc. I knew, as I looked around my living area that this was the point where I was meant to upgrade my student furniture. “So this is what life is? Working to upgrade my possessions until I retire?”. It wasn’t adding up.

Something was nagging at me. And it took a little while for it to settle in. A complete disconnection from creation. Who made my furniture? Where does my food come from (besides a vague “made in Australia”)? Who sewed my clothes? And while we are on that path, how is fabric even made? And the biggest question, why do I have none of these skills? Skills that would have been taken for granted only a century ago.

Then it drops in completely. I have been trained to consume, not create. I am completely and utterly reliant on a network of corporations and businesses. What happened to community? How can we actually appreciate the true abundance of the harvest when we have no idea where the harvest came from or what went into creating it?

And so as it goes, one must begin questioning. What have I been taught to “need” and what do I actually need? What can I create or learn to create? How can I support my local community? My future goals include learning permaculture, so then perhaps a Lughnasadh in the future, I can celebrate my own physical harvest. Mother Earth gifts us many things, perhaps this is a good time of year to put aside the incessant wants programmed into us and appreciate what we have.

The Earth speaks through our feet

I returned from camping for 5 nights at a festival yesterday. And although I can’t say I enjoyed the constant noise, stimulation and swarms of people of the festival, sleeping on mother earth and being outdoors 24/7 was another thing.

I arrived home to only feel bewildered and disorientated being in my house and the feeling hasn’t left me. The squareness of the walls and the distinct sense of being disconnected from the Earth. There is something missing in the soles of my feet.

I lay in bed last night feeling strange to be so high up off the ground and wishing I could crawl back inside my tent. And it made me wonder, is this why we as a collective are so ungrounded, so disconnected from the real world? The very homes we live in cutting off our connection to the Earth.

I’m not entirely sure where this is leading in regards to my life. However I feel this is a game changer and any idea I have had about when I eventually buy a home has flown out the window. I want to live outdoors.

~ Fox Robin

Summer Solstice

It’s that time of the year and the summer solstice is once again upon us. This has always been a special time for me, as a kid the presence of the faeries was so tangible and there was magic in the air. As I got older and went through my phase of shutting down my intuitive abilities, I had put those feelings down to my imagination, because I had been so convincingly told that Father Christmas was coming.

I now know different. And once more that bubbly feeling of excitement comes to the surface, as I feel the veil thin and the faeries make their presence known.

This time of the year hasn’t all been excitement though. As the years go by, I feel ever increasingly dragged down by the expectations of Christmas. Voicing this opinion, has this year gotten me labelled as a “Grinch”. But when I look around, I see consumerism gone mad. I see and experience stressed people as they fight themselves and others to consume everything for the “perfect” Christmas (as prescribed by advertisers). And the more I see people consume unnecessarily, the more I weep for Mother Earth.

I will admit, this Solstice season has made me quite reflective in a number of ways. Beyond being a solitary druid at Christmas time and wishing I could skip Christmas and escape to the forest. I have been thinking on the wheel of the year and what it means for us in the southern hemisphere. In Australia, the wheel of the year looks a lot different to its traditional roots back in the UK. And then depending on where you are in Australia, it is different again.

Where I am, the Gold Coast, there aren’t 4 distinct seasons. It’s warm most of the year round and our winter would be laughable to a lot of people. When I often read about the wheel from a northern hemisphere perspective, I often see the summer solstice as a time of great warmth and celebration, a respite from the darkness that is winter, a celebration of the sun before the days once again get shorter.

When I see the summer solstice come around, I know the days are only going to get hotter, unbearably so. It is as if the male aspect of the year gains momentum and as much strength as possible, to only go out with a bang at Lughnasadh, with February being our hottest month.

Being in the subtropics, it is also a time of storms. My friend and I got caught in one of the biggest storms I have ever experienced while hiking at the O’reilly’s end of Lamington National Park last weekend. Day gave way to night, the heavy rain began and then marble and golf ball sized hail pummeled us. Upon exiting the forest, we got a spectacular display of lightening which was not visible through the canopy. It is these moments that humble you to nature. And it is this time of the year where Mother Nature will display her power.

I will admit, I have spent many a year pining away for cooler weather, fantasising about heavy coats and fireplaces. But there was something in that experience last weekend. Two days later found me floating in one of the creeks that connects to the Ocean. From my vantage point, I could see where the still water met the mouth of the ocean, the great crashing waves, the contrast. I felt the coolness of the water and the heat of the sun and watched as a school of tiny fish swam around me. I reflected on my time in the storm and realised how unique the land I find myself living on is.

She is harsh, yet beautiful and I am filled with gratitude to be here.

Living by the wheel of the year is so humbling. It connects you to the now and to the rawness and realness of where you are. It is not about following books, it’s about adapting to your unique landscape. And perhaps that is something for us in the southern hemisphere to reflect on this time of year, as we walk through shopping centres and malls decorated in a winter theme in the height of summer.

~ Fox Robin


I struggled with whether I would post this, as it made me question the scope of my blog. However to me spirituality isn’t something you set time aside for every day or once a week, you live and breathe it in every moment. Minimalism went hand in hand with the realisation that everything is within me and I need not seek out of myself to gain anything. That realisation made me realise I was trying to fill the void I felt, in part with material possessions.

Now I am not saying that material possessions are bad, by all means enjoy your luxuries, enjoy the physical and material things the world has to offer, but do it consciously.

Minimalism is a topic I have been exploring and living for quite some time. I wasn’t aware it had a title until a friend suggested I watch the documentary – The Minimalists, a documentary about the important things. In fact, that is how I welcomed in 2017. While everyone was out partying on new years eve, I watched the documentary – twice. These people were speaking my language, they were articulating everything I had been feeling for the past year. I was surrounded by people who didn’t get it, but these people got it.

I felt it necessary to write this, as the idea that minimalism is something that is only for well to do, upper middle class people seems to crop up quite often. Indeed, I have read many articles written by wealthy people who decided to step off the consumerism band wagon. I applaud them too, but what about those who have no claim to wealth or 6 figure incomes?

What if you got yourself through a university degree partly working in cafes with stints of unemployment, only to graduate and decide to make coffee full time for a year because you were burnt out? And then decide the following years to make 3 overseas trips on very little money.

Was I a minimalist when I was a poor student? The answer is a definite no, not even a forced minimalist at that. Rent took up half of my meagre weekly income, but it didn’t stop me from accumulating things. I became the master thrift shopper and I stuffed my little unit to the brim with useless items – kitchenware, clothes, trinkets, cushions, books. I didn’t need three quarters of it and although it cost very little, I certainly could have kept that $2 here and $5 there for experiences I often missed out on as a result of having no money.

I went through a weird phase of discontent after my third overseas trip. I feel in part that it was because I had been exposed in Europe, to a kind of wealth I did not realise existed. Backpacking on a budget, I was on the outer looking in and it stirred a sense of lack. At the same time I was exposed to a level of poverty I had never experienced either – tent cities and an overwhelming amount of people begging for money in the streets.

I came home torn. Angry at the massive gap between rich and poor, mixed with a sense of material lack in my own life. All of a sudden my second hand furniture I had accumulated as a student and was still using looked shabby to me. “I’m almost 30 and I am still living in a house filled with furniture from my university days?? I deserve nice things”. My mind whirled. It’s a weird thing, this age marker we put on things. I am this age, therefore I should own these things and have this much in the bank…who made that rule?

I decided to go out furniture shopping and it was an eye opening experience. Cheap and flimsy furniture for ridiculous amounts of money. I saw first hand the throw away culture we now live in. There is no way what I saw would have lasted beyond 5 years, but it was trendy, so it had a price tag to match. Which is apparently okay, because people will update in 5 years anyway. I had my mums words of wisdom in the back of my head – words from a woman who grew up in a poor family. “Always buy quality, even if it takes longer to save up for and you can only afford one. It will save you money in the long run”. I went home.

This sparked a period of deep reflection. There was a discontent that I couldn’t quite place. I wanted nice things. For the first time in my life, I actually felt like a lesser being because I didn’t have “all the nice things”. This was conflicting with the fact that I was (and still am) also a passionate advocate for the environment and the negative effects of over consumption. Then there was a deeper level, the fact that when I am true to myself, I have always been somewhat of a natures child, who requires very little and is content with earth under her feet over fancy shoes. So why was this coming up at all?

Perhaps it was the comments of a wealthy visitor that came to my house. Upon arrival she walked in the front door and took in my combined living and kitchen area. “Oh.” She said. “I guess this is all you need”. It’s funny now when I look back, because she was right. This is all I need – if anything it was more than I needed and I have gotten rid of a lot of my possessions since. The tone of her voice though, was almost as if I were living in some kind of hovel or tent.

Or perhaps it was the accumulation of being treated as inferior in my work environment by wealthy people.

Whatever the reason, this saw 2016 as the year of my reading rampage. I read books such as “Not Buying It” by Judith Levine, “The Moneyless Man” by Mark Boyle and “Walden” by Thoreau. Anything that questioned the status quo, consumerism and what makes a “successful” life.

I observed that when I was a poor student, there was a sense of security in collecting things, be that clothes to kitchenware. It made me feel safe. I’m not entirely sure why, but it was almost like storing up for the winter. When the global financial crisis hit and the cafe I was doing weekend work in shut down, the winter had come.

However, did my little unit busting at the seams with excess clothes, books, trinkets and kitchenware help me weather that? No.

Christmas time 2016 rolled around, a year of deep contemplation, reflection and reading and we were heading into one of the most consumeristic times of the year. I saw all of it with new eyes. By that time, I had come to the realisation that it was all within me. I needed nothing outside of myself. This realisation had me overwhelmed by the abundance in my life and the abundance I was surrounded by. I would tear up with gratitude quite often (and still do).

The desperation, the scrambling to fill up trolleys with useless stuff, the anger and erratic behaviour of the general public on the roads and in shopping centres. Listening to friends dismay at not being able to afford Christmas or relying on credit cards. It actually made me feel physically ill. And then New Years Eve with The Minimalists, I wasn’t crazy.

So no. Minimalism isn’t a luxury of the wealthy. Consumerism is so ingrained in our modern culture that we don’t realise we are doing it. Even as a person who has lived without a TV for 7 years, it seeped in. We are sent a steady stream of messages from advertisers and as an extension, from the people who allow themselves to be brainwashed, that we need to keep buying – even if that meant on my student income it was in thrift stores.

I am still living in a house full of second hand furniture from my university days. It’s old yes, but it is good quality solid timber, the kind that you can sand back and touch up as needed until you’re in a nursing home.

I AM all I need. As are you.

~ Fox Robin


Photo by Jake Melara on Unsplash

The disease of the spiritual entrepreneur.

This post was inspired by a phone conversation I had with a good friend recently. She is on an adventure overseas to find herself, to find her feet on this crazy planet we live on and to find her calling. She was distressed when she called, nothing was clicking, nothing was igniting her passion, nothing was doing “it” for her. She felt lost.

I suggested that perhaps she just needed to accept that is where she is right now and just be with it. She disagreed, she felt she had been stagnant and waiting for too long. I understand this feeling, I have been through it many times, until my realisation.

Then she began talking about my life – why don’t you do this or that? You shouldn’t still be doing these other things. At the time I was kind of taken aback, I wasn’t sure how to respond. I said that I was content, even if my life wasn’t “perfect”. This position was not accepted. I said that I had spirit’s backing, that I was doing everything in alignment with their advice. “Geez, spirit are putting you through a lot”. They’re not really putting me through anything, they are offering advice and I am listening. I was kind of at a loss for words, on the one hand I felt a need to defend my position, on the other I felt no need at all. I am content, is that not enough?

The phone conversation ended and I went back to gluing a Magneto costume together I was making for a party. She struck a cord though, she got me thinking and feeling.

There is a certain theme I have noticed in the spiritual community at large. It is this idea that in order to be a fully realised spiritual being, for some reason you need to be an entrepreneur. For some reason you need to make a livelihood out of being “spiritual”. That can look like anything really, from being a life coach to a yoga teacher. It might also involve getting involved in certain altruistic pursuits such as volunteer work, or you might go the other way and becoming an eccentric artist or musician.

There are a lot of preconceived ideas over what a “spiritual” person does, acts and looks like. They have to have a certain type of vocation, live in and travel to certain locations, eat certain ways…the list goes on. When you think about it, it is a lot of pressure.

It is as if all these things have become a prerequisite. I cannot be content or find enlightenment or find healing until I have checked off everything on the spiritual prerequisite list. The concept that is often missed, is that the list can and does go on forever because you’ll never get there following these pursuits. You won’t get there following any external activity.

I often joke that I incarnated for dark chocolate, coffee and heavy metal. And a lot of people often look at me in this funny way – you don’t fit the mould. How can you be a “spiritual” person and then enjoy a number of “contradictory” things. But truly, there is no mould and putting yourself into a box is just a denial of you.

Perhaps this comes from the “follow your heart” preaching, but why does following your heart always seem to end up in having to make money out of it? If I were to truly follow my heart as is often preached and money was not an issue, then I would be an ecstatic wanderer in the wilderness. I’d go hiking every day and camp for weeks on end.

This is usually the part where I am told I just need to work on my manifesting, perhaps make a vision board, really get into those affirmations. Or, I could just be content with where I am now, I could accept that hiking is a weekend and holiday activity and just see how life unfolds. Because as I have often learned what my head wants and what my soul wants are often two completely different things. I would rather be in a state of openness and see what life can surprise me with.

When I started all of this “spiritual journey” business as a teenager, there were two concepts that really stuck with me; “Know thyself” and the concept that the shaman path was a lonely one. I know not everyone walks the shaman path, but this is what spirit had pulled me into. I bring this up because when I look at these concepts, what screams at me is – this is an inner journey.

I reflect now and all of a sudden it seems this spiritual journey business has turned into an outer one. Perhaps it is a sign of the times, where social media is driving a constant quest for more and the projection of the “perfect” life. Humans have always had a certain level of discontent, I guess that is what strives us forward on these kind of quests.

It would have been that drive that would have found individuals retreating to mountains, caves, temples and monasteries back in the day. Modern life has added a twist and I know this comes from a thirst for integration with the push from the new energies coming to Earth.

I often think of Socrates from Way of the Peaceful Warrior by Dan Millman. An enlightened being working in a gas station. What a contradiction to all the preconceived notions we are fed about what a spiritual being does and looks like.

Freedom lies ultimately in knowing that it does not matter. It is all you. It is all sacred, it is all a reflection of the divine. As St. Germain often says in our channeling evenings – “leave yourselves alone”. You do not need to be or do anything. Relax. You are God.


My mistake on presence.

When I was a teenager, in my quest to answer the ultimate question – why am I not happy? I went on a reading rampage.

Fortunately at the time I worked in a second hand book shop and the owner had a preference for new age, self help and spiritual books. So often I would find myself standing behind the counter facing a wall of these sorts of books.

I read many books on affirmations, attracting the life you want and the power of your mind etc. And then a book dropped into my sphere. A New Earth by Eckhart Tolle. It was the first time I had been introduced to the concept of mindfulness and being in the present moment. It changed my life.

But here enters my mistake. I had read so many books about the power of the mind and affirmations, I was completely convinced that it was only okay to have “good” thoughts and “good” emotions. That anything else may lead to cataclysmic events or at the very least demonstrate what an unevolved and unspiritual person I was.

I started practising mindfulness…with a twist. I was completely present, it took a lot of practice at first, constantly guiding my mind back to the present moment. It became second nature to me after a while though.

My mistake however, was a rigid control of the mind. At any point I noticed a negative thought or emotion enter the present, I would talk myself out of it. And in a strange way, I hypnotised myself into this place of what I can only describe as ecstasy. Negative emotions did not exist in the reality I created, they didn’t have a place. I kept this up for a good 3 months. And then it all came crashing down spectacularly.

What I missed was the concept of neutrality. The state I was living in was not real. The state I was living in was a complete disregard to the entire spectrum that makes up my being. To practice true mindfulness, one must accept everything that comes into their space with open arms. It doesn’t mean you must like it or approve of it, but you accept it is there. That is the world of duality we live in, without “good” you cannot have “bad”. It can be likened to the yin and the yang. When you are mindful, you experience the now moment fully, but you do not identify with it. That is the difference and that was the mistake I made.

Happiness is not an end game. You can be completely content in the space of neutrality with “negative” emotions whirling around you. That is the complexity of our being, you can experience numerous conflicting or paradoxical things at once.

Often the new age movement will tell you that happiness and positivity is your goal, that if you are having negative thoughts or emotions then you are doing it “wrong”. The power of the mind is often preached with such fervour, that they often forget the one who sits behind the mind, the observer.

I invite everyone to take a step back, to really take in what is around them in this present moment and to witness it and welcome it in the space of neutrality and see what transforms.

~ Fox Robin

What’s going on?

The most common question I get asked by both clients and people I encounter in my day to day life is – “What is going on?”

It has been a common theme for quite some time now, when I get them to explain further I am given a list of experiences ranging from anxiety, depression, feeling out of body or the world not feeling quite “real”, feeling lacklustre, feeling like they are going “crazy”, not feeling comfortable in their skin, not relating to their life and old ways of doing things not quite working any more, or hitting the mark like they used to.

I hear the story over and over again. So what exactly is going on?

We are at a turning point on the planet. No other time on the planet has been like this. We as a collective have asked that we wake up now, that we come back to ourselves – to come to know the I AM.

The easiest way to describe it, is that we are as a collective and on individual levels are shedding our skin. We have been living in a collective illusion for thousands of years now and many of us have been repeating patterns of this illusion for lifetimes. Incarnation after incarnation, we go on repeat. Now the vibration of the planet is rising and it is shaking up those patterns. This is in alignment with our higher selves.

Nothing outside of yourself can make you awaken, that is an individual choice. The human side of yourself however finds fear in this. How can I exist if I do not cling to what I feel makes up “me”?

This is a challenging part of the awakening process and St. Germain often describes it to me as “personality collecting”. The story can go something like this; my career, my clothes, my family, my friends, my past experiences, the entertainment I enjoy (music, books, film etc.), how I decorate my home, the car I drive, are all puzzle pieces that make up who I am.

Now when you buy into this story, that all of these external factors are the sum of who you are, when the energetic wake up call comes knocking at your door, your human self panics and generally as a result clings even tighter to the personality you have created.

Now creation is an important point here. You are the creator. Remember that at all times. If you can create one personality, you can create others. You are vast multidimensional beings and this way of viewing yourself, as a singular personality built on ones surrounding circumstances, is very limiting.

Generally anxiety gives way to lacklustre or a feeling of depression, because as you continue to cling to the external that you feel gives you a sense of being, you find that those external circumstances or activities of objects simply do not give you the same feeling they once did. You might be someone that identifies as being a “book person” someone that loves reading, your personality may very well be built on this. In your state, you might decide that reading will cheer you up, only to find that it does nothing for you.

This is perfect. This is your higher self and the new energies on the planet scratching away at the surface, saying “look deeper”. In these times I often say to people, that this is completely okay and instead of fighting it, to surrender. Accept that you do not know who you are any more, accept that the world and life feels “unreal” and just as a snake accepts the shedding of its skin as a natural process, embrace the changes occurring. Let them happen and gracefully allow the unveiling of who you actually are to occur.

You’re not going crazy, you are remembering who you are.

~ Fox Robin

The Little Things

So often we speak of appreciating the “little things”…but then are they small at all? Are not the “small things” in our life that which surmount to the big things?

On the weekend, I did my usual Sunday ritual of going to the farmers markets followed by a coffee at a nearby cafe. It struck me as I was sipping my coffee and looking at my basket of vegetables, just how lucky I am to have such abundance so readily available to me. I had spent the morning listening to the farmers stories of the floods that have impacted their communities. And once again I was reminded of the fragility of life and the lives we build.

It drove home how easily we take for granted those “little things”. A belly full of food, clothes on our back, a roof over our heads, friendship, love. So often we get caught up in the rat race. That consumer driven culture that says more is more and if you’re miserable or feel empty, just buy more. And hey, while you’re at it, if you’re happy and celebrating, why not go out and celebrate by buying even more. While we are being told to make sure we keep up with the latest trends and fashions. Throw in this constant message that we have to keep achieving bigger and better things, bigger promotions, successes, titles, pay checks.

We have been programmed to not realise the concept of enough. We get so caught up in an illusory end game, that we push aside and take for granted that which really matters. We would not get far in life without food, shelter, love and friendship for very long.

It is okay to slow down. It is okay to take a breath and a step back. Take time to nurture the “little things” and soon you begin to realise they are in fact the big things in life. To appreciate that which sustains our existence here is to appreciate and celebrate being born at all. Soon those insurmountable “big things” begin to shrink – job stress, what so and so thinks of me, I can’t afford the latest *insert shiny here*. Are you fed, clothed, sheltered and loved…do you love yourself? If you are, then you are blessed. Celebrate what you do have and life will fall into place.

~ Fox Robin