I’ve mentioned before that I viewed discovering some old emotional/spiritual wound, feeling its pain as I processed it, and then ultimately letting it go as a sort of spiritual detoxification. Those instances usually occurred rather unplanned: “Oh hey, what’s this? A scar I didn’t know was there! Christmas!!” But today, boys and girls, we’re gonna talk about doing that quite on purpose.
When you detox physically, you usually plan it – sometimes a lot – with special recipes, supplements, baths, juicing, etc. This usually involves a trip to the grocer for ingredients, and perhaps timing it to your days off if you think you might have a bit of a health crisis and don’t want to be miserable at work. So why not plan our spiritual detoxification the same way?
Now obviously, you don’t need to head to the grocer -or your favorite religious/metaphysical shop, as it were – for ingredients (though planning it for your days off might be nice) in order to spiritually detox. But a little intention goes a long way.
I recently made my first foray into the Akashic Records, and despite warnings from others to just “get a feel for the lay of the land” the first trip in, I felt driven to ask my guides to “bring it on.” My guides get a kick out of that. I heard them chuckling.
Bring it on they did. And ever since then, I feel like I have been doing The Master (Spiritual) Cleanse. Old, dusty, forgotten relics are getting expunged from my mental attic at such a rate that I very quickly stopped wondering why I was reliving this old feeling again and found myself just hanging on for the ride, like an old rickety roller coaster that bumps you around and gives you a minor case of whiplash. It became evident that this was a detox. A bring-a-good-book-to-the-emotional-toilet detox. Don’t fight it; that will only make things worse.
After several days of just hanging on for dear life and squeezing my eyes shut on that roller coaster, I began to peek out of one eye. I began to work on the physical purging project on overdrive, but was under no illusions that this was the purpose of my purge: this was merely a reflection of my inner workings. Some people turn their outside lives inward; I tend to turn my inner life outward. My cycles of messy chaos, focused organization, and pure creation have always reflected what was going on in my mind. My packrat habits developed during the years that I was stashing away those emotional injuries so they wouldn’t hurt me in the present, only to be dealt with later; my purging project began when I started to unearth those old storage units and let them see the light of day.
Though I am still in the middle of this ride (I think presently my coaster is on the upside-down section of track), I can say this for sure: God, do I feel better. And then worse, and then better, and then worse, and then better. It’s kind of like when you have the stomach flu, and eventually you get to the point where you are just willing yourself to toss your cookies, just so you can get it over with and feel better. And you really do feel better once it’s out.
…Doesn’t that simile just make you want to spiritually detox right now? Eh heh. I promise, it’s worth it.
So, put it out there. Even if going to the Records is a little “out there” for you, or you just don’t feel ready for that yet, talk to your guides. They’re listening. Let them know you’re ready to start dealing with things that you previously couldn’t. That you want to get rid of negative toxins in your thought process. If we’re going to improve the world, we first have to improve ourselves.
But maybe do that meditation on your day off.