Milk or meat? Red pill or blue pill? Awake or blissfully unaware?

When I look back on certain events in my life I wonder if my guardian angels had moments of exasperation about my progress. (Even now as I write this, the coffee maker just hissed and gurgled with a sound eerily similar to a yessss! Yikes!)

Though, my senses tell me definitively that they never had the thought of giving up. Guardian angels don’t do that. Instead, they cleverly and sometimes humorously gave me gentle shock therapy. Until the time when it wasn’t so gentle. But, apparently that’s what it took to finally shoo me into spiritual rehab.

What do I mean by spiritual rehab? Well, after a particularly unsettling experience, in which I witnessed something that defied all natural laws as we know them, I decided to unlearn everything I’d been taught about religion and relearn it with fresh eyes and an open heart. I found a non-traditional spiritual counselor to guide me until I discovered the path that was meant for me. As Jesus said, one must become like a little child again.

My counselor was a self-professed mystic, magi, monk and empathic guide. Matta was a man small in stature but large in character. He taught me philosophies from ancient times to modern times, historical mysteries, Eastern religions to Western religions, scientific discoveries and quantum physics puzzles. Most things took more than a few rounds until I was able to understand and put the pieces together. He said he would not give me a fish to eat for one day, but he would teach me to fish so I could eat for a lifetime. He kept his word and I am grateful for his lessons every single day. There is much to be said about Matta’s guidance, too much for a single post.

But, there is this. Spiritual rehab has had the most profound effect on setting my life in balance, making me whole and leading to the discovery of my purpose. I intend to share what I’ve learned, because….

If you only knew what “they” don’t want you to know.