Healing should mean “getting you well”, and on the 13th floor of your being: it does.
But humanity lives on the 14th and the 15th floor… the Tree of Knowledge, and there healing means something entirely different. It means that someone who is a “healer” does woowoo and then whatever was bothering you goes away.
Not going to happen. But people are seeking healing, want to be healers, so I am changing the words… and of course a ton of people who this way can keep on dreaming.
I changed my site’s heading from healing to “getting you well” and the quality of the people changed DRAMATICALLY! Who would have thought? I was guided to change… but I surely didn’t expect that I was going to rid myself of the wannabe’s and the secondhanders.
The words sound similar, but the meaning, the emotional meaning in today’s “culture” is vastly different.
When we live on the 14th and the 15th floor of our being, where words and the added emotional content govern our lives, we are utterly miserable. We have no control over our emotions: others have, words have.
We eat the menu, not the meal. We chase worthless and useless temporary “values”… and we hurt.
I had a “Talk to Me webinar” yesterday. I have it every month, on the last Wednesday of the month.
This type of webinar is question and answer. I have no agenda. I learn more from unstructured conversations than from lecturing. Or running a workshop. I learn how to teach you, what to deal with, what are the real issues.
This is what I learned yesterday about growing up in the Tree of Knowledge culture, about you growing up:
The connection between the number of words you can correctly use in writing or in speaking and your intelligence, your worth a damn factor, and your deserving the good life… or not.
I am a reader. I read a lot. But yet, a whole new world opened up for me when I started to read on the Kindle. Why? Because it has a built in dictionary. As a result, I have added, to date, 2,000 words to my vocabulary.
It was very cumbersome to read with a dictionary before… I would lose my place, etc.
This article will be deemed self-aggrandizing, or something of that sort… and I don’t care. Truth is truth…
I am 69 years old.
I have lived, this is a 20/20 hindsight, my entire life on the 13th floor. Two months ago I would not have said that: I didn’t know there is such a thing…
Having live there all my life: I am having a real tough time to say how I got there… because I never lived on the 14th or the 15th floor… the 13th floor is reality, based on your sensory organs, not on thought.