What about Love?
⚠️Trigger warning ⚠️
This is going to be a very transparent post and could be triggering for some, so Beloved proceed with caution.
What about Love?
This song is playing as I start this post. I love Pink she is unapologetic herself.
This past weekend I was a vendor and reader at my very first psychic fair. It was an amazingly beautiful experience, the other vendors and readers welcomed me offering up guidance and support, for the “fair world” I made so many contacts.
The spiritual baths were well received by everyone.
After a seven hours I left feeling very grateful and blessed. It was all so natural to me. I get all tingly thinking about it.
Needless to say I posted about this on my Instagram and Facebook pages.
Well by the time I got home, took my grounding bath and got into bed my phone was ringing. It was my mom, with panic and accusation in her voice, “what is this everyone is calling me about you being a witch on your Instagram... are you a WITCH daughter?”
Now I knew when I change my IG name to Erthy Bruja this moment was coming. I just would have preferred it not be on the heels of such an amazing day. So after she ranted about how I was hiding from her and she didn’t understand. I advised her to checkout my page for herself and we could talk about it later. At 47 years old I am not concerned about “getting in trouble”. It took me a minute, but I was able to regain my state of peace and bliss before drifting off to sleep.
The next morning I texted my oldest brother, the minister. I wanted to share some health advice, he’s been sick recently. He responded with a long text about how I shouldn’t be labeled as a witch and that God is not pleased with me. After a few exchanges, I left him to his opinions.
Mom and I talked and the short of it is she didn’t understand nor did she cared to, but says she still loves me and that won’t ever change.
Honestly that’s all I wanted, sure understanding would feel good but that’s my ego’s desire and I acknowledge that. My worth is not based on who understands me or not.
My mom wouldn’t tell me which of my family members called her. So I just went down my page and blocked them all. Not out of malice but in the name of healthy boundaries.
As someone who was raised up in the Christian faith, and a preacher’s kid. I saw many people being shamed into submission. What I have come to learn is, it’s never been about the one being shamed. However it’s about those doing the shaming, they are the ones uncomfortable with what they’re observing. They will do whatever it takes to not feel uncomfortable. Instead of sitting with that feeling and expanding and learning something about themselves. See I get it, hell it used to be me. I took me getting and staying severely sick before I finally got it.
Going through the expansion was hard and it hurt, I didn’t enjoy any of it. But much like child birth, on this side it was worth it. I am no longer ashamed of me or any aspect of who I am. Nor who I am becoming, because let’s face it I am still growing.
I hope that this helps someone else to work through their own expansion. You are beautifully and wonderfully made. You are a physical expression of God. Let no one tell you otherwise, and IF you believe differently it’s ok! I love you anyway.
“Spirituality IS the last frontier” said by someone who has agreed to watch my blind spots.
