There was a time, not long ago, when most of my life was a lie. I cloaked myself in corporate clothes, all buttoned up and acceptable. I spoke only of tangible, earth bound matters and if anything came up that was slightly “out there”, I would comment with just the appropriate amount of disdain in my voice.
I had perfected my persona. I was “Normal”.
Little did the people in my world know that I had a big secret. I was nowhere near “Normal”. In fact, I was crazy as a spoon, living in a closet of my own making, afraid to share my true self for fear of judgment.
Beneath my mild mannered exterior raged an awakening being. Weird stuff was happening on a regular basis and while I found it all to be intriguing and life changing, I was afraid to tell anyone else about it. What would they think if I just blurted stuff out?
“Hi, I’m Brenda. I see dead people.” Or “Hello, nice to meet you. Did you know you have 3 Angels hovering around you and one is trying to unfold your wings?” Or how about: “You were a Egyptian slave in a past life and are still working on releasing yourself from those blocks.” No biggie. I’ll just share my visions then pack a bag for my trip to the loony bin.
For a few years I kept most of the weird stuff to myself, quietly learning and growing with just a few people in the loop. My American Husband, my best friend and my daughter to be specific. I trusted them to love me, no matter what. And of course, they did.
I took classes, learned to develop my skills. I flew to New York to spend a week learning about Past Life Regression with Dr. Brian Weiss and told everyone I was going on a Yoga Retreat. Liar Liar Pants On Fire. That was me.
I finally began to share because I felt compelled to be myself. But, true confessions: the first few times sneaking out of the closet, I published and shared under another name. Funny thing is that I got such a warm, heartfelt response, I actually got jealous of fake me and decided to let real me take over.
I published my first blog a few years back. It was an account of my first past life experience. I remember hitting the Publish button, then having a panic attack. My American Husband talked me down, convincing me not to delete the whole thing, and from that moment on I began to inch my way out of the Spiritual Closet.
Now that I am out, I take huge delight in helping others to own their own brand of “crazy”. With classes, workshops, blogs and facebook, we are finding each other, and as the community grows, we are becoming braver, sharing our visions and gifts. Now it is rare to come upon anyone who doesn’t share something magical… some experience or belief… within the first few minutes of talking. It’s as if by being authentic and letting it all hang out, others are given permission to do the same.
Crazy is the new normal.
Who would have guessed it? And life is so much more fun since leaving the confines of the closet. I highly recommend it. Freeing myself to be who I am, authentically, and trusting that sharing my truth will open more doors than it closes, has changed my life on every level. New friends, new experiences, a vaster understanding of the magic of life, plus never having to wear uncomfortable shoes… it’s all magnificent.
So bare your soles, and your souls. Kick off the cloak of who you think you should be and become who you are. We are all just waiting to welcome you to the fold.