Right now the collective is interested in the Konmari method of straightening and clearing clutter. This method is an excellent way to bring mindfulness into practice in your life and is rooted in Kondo’s spiritual beliefs and upbringing. When engaging in our inner spiritual work we must balance the inner and outer worlds. In order to bring forth healing we usually need to work from the outside in because, if we don’t, the changes may only lead to superficial results.
Clutter in our homes exists for a reason and we must work to identify the underlying issue that allowed for the clutter to exist in the first place. This means that the purge can not take place without the inner work. Our home environment is a representation of our inner state but there is the trap of focusing too much on the outward appearance. We can mask away our internal struggles without taking the time heal our wounds.
Materialism has allowed some to hold an energy of deception. Makeup, fancy clothing, expensive housing, and flashy cars can all create an illusion of inner health when, in reality, the outer is not in alignment with the inner. This can happen in more subtle ways when we place too much emphasis in keeping things orderly without honoring our spirituality and inner world. We can end up going through the motions and striving for an external presentation of spiritual, mental, and emotional health while neglecting what is taking place in our hearts and minds; this is the struggle of duality in this physical realm.
When we engage in a prescribed method of materialistic mindfulness it can encourage inner peace, but if it is not done authentically then the gain can play out more like a fad diet. We may lose the baggage but later still feel empty within or, even worse, fall right back in to our old patterns. This really is the danger when we follow any recommendations without taking the time to thoroughly build our own understanding of the meaning behind the process, most likely adjusting it to fit our own needs; following what resonates with us and discarding what does not feel right.
Healing is not an instantaneous process and there is no one right way to do it that will work for everyone. We must be grateful for those who come forward and show us their ways of achieving joy and inner peace, but at the same time understand that their demonstration should be seen more as inspiration rather than an algorithm that needs to be repeated arbitrarily and without question.
Our modern culture clings to the belief that materialism and methodology can solve all of our problems, We want the quick fix and do not want to take the time to work through the process of trial and error. The truth is that there is benefit in sitting in your own mess, your own brokenness, and just being okay with it, if we rush the process then we will never get to the root of what we are attempting to heal.
The courage to change must come from the intrinsic motivation that spurs from our own frustration with our current choices and reality. It is okay to jump on the bandwagon of fads, this is not something shameful, but it is crucial that we take the time to understand why we were drawn to a popular technique so that we can assure ourselves that we are embracing this solution genuinely while honoring our unique circumstances..
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Hello. My name is Brian. I would say that early this morning I “found” your blog. But the truth is…and I do feel it very strongly within myself to be the truth…that I was guided here to this place by my mentors, and those who keep me on the twisting, turning and constantly evolving path as it manifests itself through my thoughts and actions right before my very widely open eyes. At times I stumble my way down it while i attempt to blindly navigate it through a thick dark fog that requires me to trust faith…and just take a deep breath as I put one foot in front of the other even though I’m not entirely certain where exactly my next step may land. During the quiet time of meditation I asked my angels, spirit guides…as well as source to help me to better, and sigificantly..in a more timely decipher the avalanche of synchronicoties that constantly occur before me each and everyday. Some of the messages I do manage to receive and get with my intuition…and as they come to me they hit me like a literal and figurative brick in the forehead. Others I receive via download. ..I don’t know why I suddenly know.. I just do. Many though I do not decipher until after they have already manifested before me in the physical…and are placed into my reality. When the event I was warned of repeatedly before it came through manifests? I find myself thumping myself on the forehead wondering aloud…”How the world did I miss that and not see it coming??” However…there were times when I had visions, dreams, or premonitions of coming events…I tended to dismiss them. I don’t do that anymore…lol. I have come to firmly believe that there is absolutely no such thing as “mere coincidence”. Here is but one example of what brought about this change in thinking and how I process the information I am being provided with. I’ll keep it short as I possibly can…lol. My wife and I had a little dog that passed away on us in recent weeks. Cookie was 15 years old, and she suddenly just got up from her bed one morning…took a few short steps… and then promptly fell over and passed on. Just like that. Leading up to that sad day though. Wow. I kept receiving the same number sequences non stop. 111, 1111, 222, 2222, 922, 9, 999, 9999. 1010, 1110. At times it seemed they were coming through as if someone was desperately wanting me to notice…and to receive. I was noticing…but not so much receiving. I kept asking for clarification. Not realizing it was being given…I just wasn’t realizing it. I had one vision in particular…not a dream…that just popped right in on me one day about three weeks ago following a sudden period of intense vibration, followed by a much louder and higher pitched ringing in my ears than the normal that I’ve gotten used to in the past 3 years. The vision was that of my wife as she bursted into the room where I sat as I was writing in my journal. Her facial expression was that of shock. Disbelief….dominated by deep sadness.. And even in the vision I had felt the thick cold darkness and despair of that old familiar feeling deep within my gut before I even heard her fast hard footsteps coming my way from down the hall like an impending herd of elephants. Her tone of voice sounded like someone else talking when she said simply and matter of factly in an even monotone…”Cookie’s dead”. I popped back into reality knowing it was going to be coming. When I wasn’t sure. But it wouldn’t be long I did know. The day before and the day of her passing…I was bombarded by 222, 111, 999, and 922. Everywhere I turned…receipts from the store, license plates, on the radio, the clock. I didn’t immediately make the connection. But when we got home from work…as soon as I opened the door a voice not my own uttered inside my head…”Cookie is dead”. I ignored it…not so much consciously amd puposefully ignored it…but went straight into the bathroom to do some urgent business, and absent mindedly forgot momentarily all about it. A few minutes later…I had no sooner sat down down in my chair and picked up my pen and I felt the familiar feeling. Hard Tingles in my crown that ran down both sides of my face, back of my neck to my back…and traveled all the way to my feet. I suddenly recalled my the voice and it’s grim message from but just a few minutes earlier when I heard hard and fast footsteps headed my way. I knew immediately what was happening…and I stared at the door waiting for my wife to come popping through it. Predictably…she did. And in a flat monotone voice she blurted out “Cookie’s dead”. I wasn’t shocked. But then again I was. It’s one thing to see numbers. Or notice synchronicities. But entirely another thing to see the premonition that you had weeks ago unfold and manifest right there in front of you…exactly in every way as it had come to me previously. I held her. Comforted her through her deep and heavy sobs that eminated from a very very deep place within her. Unmistakedly from her soul level. Then I calmly kissed her cheek…and walked to the utility room. Where I calmly and gently picked Cookies cold lifeless body up from the spot on the floor where she lay, and carried her through the outside door, and headed towards the creek that runs through our backyard…grabbing the shovel that had previously seemed out of place where it leaned up against the house. How it got there? No clue. But that day it was convenient to a point that far and widely exceeded “coincidence “. When I came back inside…I went and washed up. Then checked on my still sobbing wife as she talked on the phone with my daughter. I sat back down on my chair in my rock room…and clearing my mind so that I might find the quiet place there and perhaps receive a message of sort. And immediately I did. The date ran through my mind. I picked up my pen and wrote it down onto the blank page of my journal….September 22. I couldn’t believe my eyes at first. I wrote down the corresponding numbers of the days dates…92221. Chills, tingling…electricity ran through my entire body just as they all do right now as I write this. The numbers that I had been bombarded with…999, 222, 111, 922. There they all were. This was not the amazing part to me though. This time? I knew exactly what they meant…the previously vague numbers were now plain as words written on that page before me.
Master number 9 (End of cycle)
222 Angel Number (Unity. A Life changing event is set to begin, and your hearts desire is manifesting at a rapid pace. Prepare yourself. React for it accordingly)
Master number (1) New beginnings. Open your mind. Your eyes. Allow your heart to receive and embrace it’s true desire. Heads up! It’s coming at you fast and hard.
The more I stared at those numbers…the more it resonated within me that Yes.
They did have to do with the day that Cookie was to pass.
But not as it might appear on the surface alone.
Cookies passing was a synchronization of things that were manifesting into our reality with each passing second..
Cookies passing was only as the means to communicate that the end of that the years…decades long cycle that my wife and I had suffered through in our broken, and rapidly deteriorating marriage as it was set to be ending very soon.
Cookie changed all that for us.
Her passing was the trigger that threw my wife over the edge, and caused her to begin to awaken just as I had 3 years previously during yet another devastating and traumatic event that had occurred back then that threw me over the edge, stripped away everything (and I do mean EVERYTHING…material and including my own image of self as well) that I once believed to be what defined our lives back then, as it set me on the path to meet, come to know, and eventually to better begin understand my truth…and what was really real and truly important in this life on my way to realizing my soul purpose. It’s been a rough road to say the least as I still am trying to fully comprehend and understand it all as it unfolds and reveals things which I never knew were even possible. But those doubts have since faded and ultimately vanished completely as my eyes and senses sharpened and revealed to me that I didn’t have life all figured out as I once believed I did at age 49. Everything I knew from that previous life is essentially just gone. All those years of plans and preparations…years of work to prepare for “retirement ” Poof! Gone in an instant. All the material things I sweated and toiled in my youth to aquire…bought and paid for material possessions, my so called “friends”, my job, previous hobbies and interests, my marriage, family. Stripped away by spirit to provide room for my new life. And my new self whom I didn’t recognize when I gazed at my reflectionin the mirror. I was devastated at first. Everything that I knew was gone. The dark night of the soul dragged me down into the depths of a hell on earth I never knew existed. I was alone. Afraid. Ruled by sense of abandonment, betrayal, and lost as a boy could ever be. I lingered there for weeks. Never leaving the house. Sometimes I layed on the floor curled up into a ball in the corner as the demons of my past pummeled me relentlessly and mercilessly into oblivion. Long lonely days and endless sleepless nights ruled over me like a black cloud. I was in bad shape. Depressed. Confused. Debilitating anxiety. Nobody to lend a helping hand. It was if I’d fallen from the edge of earth into a deep dark hole….helpless and vulnerable. Unable to function. I was aware of spirits all around me. Their muffled voices, crazy laughter were all I was aware of…albeit vaguely as I truly thought I would likely not make it through this. Whatever “this” was. Until one night right before I drifted off into shallow fitful sleep…Through teary eyes,, and burning salt in my eyes…I prayed to God to help me help myself, and for forgiveness for all the transgressions and shitty things I had done, and transgressions i had committed against others during my days on this earth. And for strength. Right before I drifted off to sleep I thought I felt a hand upon my forehead, and hearing soothing words that I cannot remember now. I do remember having a very vivid dream that night though. It seemed more real than reality itself. There was a white being…I estimate to be 8′ tall in the room with me. Standing by my side…her hand upon my shoulder. Her face I couldn’t distinguish…her form wasn’t discernable either. Whwn she spoke to me it was via telepathy.. But yet I knew the being to be female. She had beams of brilliant white rays of light eminating from her entire body. The feeling of deep love and complete understanding that I felt washed through me like a cleansing river of fresh water that carried away all that was unclean within me. She told me that I am loved, and to not worry…things are just as they should be. That I have a purpose. And that I will be provided for and protected along the way. She motioned to the other side of the room…there were 3 other beings there. One about 8′, then a medium height one, and a short one about 3′ tall. They were blacker than the darkness. Their face had no shape. No features. Just the outline of their bodies could be seen. They stood there looking towards us…their bodies trembled with anger. Fists balled up at their sides. Low growls emanating from within them. Yet they wouldn’t come towards us.. I could clearly feel their rage. But I wasn’t afraid. Not in the least. The white being told me that they are the shadow of darkness…the evil ones. They are everywhere here. Never have they possessed souls. All they know is Hate. And that they hate me because I believe in Jesus, and that I asked for and took God’s hand when he offered it to me. She told me to never fear them because they can never harm you as long as you have his love and his light within your heart. And he will never turn his back on you.. The dark ones will never cease trying to get to you, and from every angle they will attack…but they will never succeed because they are powerless against his Love. Then I heard my kids crying down the hallway (which was odd because my kids are grown)…and she told me to go be with my children. They need you. And that my true purpose will be known to me when the time comes.
Then I woke up after sleeping for 8 hours. The most that I had slept in weeks. I felt good. The negative energies were completely gone. I took a much needed shower. Started laundry. Cooked breakfast. And waited for the terrible feelings that I had grown accustomed to being constant to return. But they didn’t. In their place I felt numbness instead. I struggled at times to keep my feet as I moved forward from there. A fee times I stumbled and fell. But I didn’t linger there…I instead picked myself up, and kept on moving forward. Slowly at times. But that was OK. Slowly is still forward.
That was in spring 2018.
Since then my wife of 28 years and I moved back in together after spending 10 months apart.
Things weren’t the same…and inevitably we grew apart again.
The end was near and at hand for us even as recently as just 3 weeks ago.
But…however.
Cookies passing turned out to be the trigger that set the dark night of the soul in motion for my wife as she too began the awakening process.
But she didn’t go through that cold dark place alone, and didn’t have to wallow and linger in its stench…because she asked for and took his hand, and the darkness was lifted from her.
I took her hand as well,, and helped her to her feet, and haven’t left her side through it all.
Nor will i.
She suffered. And even though i can sense that she’s getting better by the day…I can tell she still lingers on the deep seated pain as she’s still reconciling and trying to heal the karmic wounds of the past that we all must do when our time comes to go through this time of trial.
The difference in her is amazing…literally night and day.
As long as there is still breath in me though…she will never know what it felt like having to go through it alone.
As we have now entered union…the symptoms that we both experience are amazing.
We are literal mirrors of one another.
I feel what she feels, and vice versa.
We constantly finish one anothers sentences, and think the same exact thoughts.
Her touch sends electricity through my body…as does mine to her.
Our synchronicities and similarities are just simply astounding.
I can feel her when she is not with me…and her me as well.
We both have heard each others voices many times over when we are apart as well.
I feel her touch…smell her scent. As does she mine.
She all of a sudden has the same goals as I do, and vice versa.
After 28 years of hell…We are finally on the same page.
And in the same book as well.
We visit one another in our dreams as we sleep by each other.
I didn’t before…but now I feel as if I’ve know her for my entire life, and not just for our 28 years that we’ve spent together.
And truthfully.. I feel her across many previous lifetimes as well.
We experience the same aches and pains of pur spiritual awakening and Kundalini rising as well.
Instead of coldness, indifference, and apathy towards each other…now we feel unconditional love, and are closer than ever before.
Even as spirit tears away even more leftovers from our past and what friends and family that were still in the peripherals now have disappeared…we are oblivious towards it.
We for the first time discuss our dreams and are planning for our future together.
The world could fall apart all around us…and in a sense the old world that we knew is doing just that.
Nothing else matters except that we are together.
We are moving forward in leaps and bounds like we never have before as things fall into place for us
She has my heart on a string now.
And I Hers.
For real. And forever.
Sorry that was so lengthy…lol.
Back to my being guided to your blog.
I found your web address at the bottom of a meme that you posted in a Facebook group that resonated deeply within me at the soul level.
I navigated here to your site, and have read several of your articles.
Within them were the answers to questions that I did not yet know about the journey we are on….but had prayed and asked spirit and my guides, and my angels for guidance and direction so that I may understand.
And as they have so many times previous…my wishes were granted.
Other things that you have written I already had an understanding of…and honestly it seems that you had to have written some articles custom made for me because they mirror some of my experiences and my beliefs perfectly.
Thank you for your time…I have to run now.
Hope your day goes well for you!
Brian and Candy Stevens