my reality

the reality of MY reality is that the realness of these problems i face is just that—only really real to me. while there is sometimes a certain level of shared reality, the problem in connection lies in personal perspective. just recently i was asked for proof of my reality…and ooooh i was hella triggered by this. as i sat to reflect on those feelings/words/actions, i saw that i was handed a shiny new red flag. how can someone claim to be a healer in this spiritual world, when they don’t believe that the reality someone else is experiencing is real?

is it real for them? nope. but does that matter?

how can you be someone who claims that you are a 5D, 34DDD, 75XYZ healer in the quantum alien universal dimension of the new world order or whatever you’re calling it today…that can see so much, that can believe so much. you can KNOW that healing can take place in unseen realms. and then when faced with a reality outside of your own—someone tells you their struggle—you need proof. in my eyes then, are not what you claim to be—and YOU need healing.

it seems you’re keeping people where they’re at—making them feel as though they are insane…BECAUSE they’re not experiencing the reality you are. and that is scary. if there’s already fear here, how then did you help them?

did i ask you for proof of your type of healing that just sounds seems like bypassing to me? nope i the fuck did not. because it doesn’t matter one fucking iota if i believe a client’s reality or not. i choose to believe THAT THEY BELIEVE. and that is enough for me.

i will never ask you for proof. i will open my eyes and see your reality for myself.

you don’t have to be alone—let’s explore together.

there’s no maps for this shit. there’s no rulebooks. it’s not linear. IT’S NOT TANGIBLE—WHAT DID YOU EXPECT? if you were where they are, how would YOU want to be treated? no one is better than anyone. and guess what…they brought their reality TO you…better figure that shit out. and FFS.

you’re not a better healer because you’re good at convincing someone their shit isn’t real. or that it’s below them…aka beneath you.