Sometimes you have to lose yourself to know who you are. When you reach the lowest state of being you can reach up into the highest, for great depth extends both ways. In the emptiness do we see the light. When there is no reason to live anymore do we find more reasons than ever possible.

When you look at yourself and realise it is all so empty – then can you enjoy life because you know it is empty, you have experienced that emptiness and out of that emptiness becomes reality, a reality of becoming, of defining, of valuing everything and everyone you have and put in your life because this time you are not simply acting out, this time you are the writer.

When you know through experience that life is one grand play and that it all boils down to the script writer, then you take full control but sometimes you have to be lost without a script to know this.

In the darkest hour comes the greatest joy.

I once went and saw a fortune teller only to come away feeling a lack of self-worth and disenchantment about my life. Why?
I didn’t get the answer I was seeking.

Revelling in this sorry state for a while I realised that during this brief lapse of time my mood had changed from one of optimism to now – deflation.
This caused concern.

A conversation with Norma Leigh of the 5th generation of medium psychics and it would seem my supposed average life was up for the trash pile? (Funny how Norma could fix it with a small fee for the special imported candles from Africa that would help mend the apparent malady)

However ridiculous this situation was – it taught me something I would have paid for anyway. (I guess I did get the answer I was seeking)

It taught me that if I can pay someone to tell me supposed hypothetical nonsense and feel bad – then I could save my money, tell myself some hypothetical nonsense but adjust it so that it makes me feel good. The hypothetical nonsense bit would be easy (and entertaining); the difficult part would be whether or not I chose to believe it.

Why do I listen to fools more than myself? What was it that made me pay a stranger who obviously hasn’t the faintest notion about me or my life yet I was still there paying for the privilege? More worryingly what had happened to my common-sense (and self-esteem)?

We choose to believe others when emotional content gets in the way. We take the bypass through the unknown because we wish to avoid the known, normally hoping to hear a better version than the one we’re telling ourselves.

There are plenty of people who will take your cash and tell you what you want to hear but why not save your own cash and tell yourself.

We want to believe something is right but we’re not willing to accept it, instead we validate the story by seeking out fools who tell us for a fee.

Trust yourself. I am learning. I do not necessarily like the truth but now I’m starting to realise and understand that I have the power to change it.

Truth is dependent on what we believe. If I believe something to be true, so be it.
If I purchase a crystal ball, read my own fortune and feel good then great, however, if the reverse happens and I feel bad – where does that leave me?

Truth is subjective, there is no crystal ball. There is only what we choose to believe and allow into our experience; if we choose to pay someone to provide that information – best we get their credentials first before we offer our souls as payment.