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Demonic or just annoying?

Ever labelled a person evil or demonic because there’s just something about them you don’t mesh with?

I know you have because I have too. I’ve leapt to a convenient spiritual reason for my discomfort, preferring to focus on them. The old idea of “attachments” comes in very handy for this. And while we’re here admitting cringey stuff, I’ve even dismissed them as simply not as ‘evolved’. I’m cringing as I write, but it’s true. So easy to label someone else because they’re showing something up in us that’s uncomfortable.

There are no demonic entities, in this world or the next.

They don’t exist. But what does exist is a very human desire to place uncomfortable things far away. We’ve seen it in the world. It happens in the spiritual world too. And it’s time to stop that.

Labelling something as demonic or evil is just another way of not taking responsibility for our own stuff. And there’s a great phrase for it: spiritual bypassing.

Spiritual bypassing is where we’d rather give something a very spiritual term to avoid actually dealing with the messiness of spiritual growth, of personal growth, of actually looking a little deeper.

Looking beyond

Calling someone narcissistic, demonic or evil is spiritual bypassing. Looking beyond the label might turn up something even scarier: Self reflection. Perhaps it might be something about our selves that we’d rather not examine, but allowing that moment of discomfort opens huge doors to new spiritual growth.

If you want psychic ability, to do paid psychic readings, or to be a spiritual worker, the way is through your soul. It’s an inside job.

How are you going to front up for somebody if you can’t front up for yourself? All of those things go into that big umbrella called spiritual growth, personal development. That’s where the secret is. If you want more of the psychic goodies, go there first.

That’s where the gems are.

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Semi fictional story about me

In 1994, I had a midlife crisis, got a boob job and moved to Byron Bay.

Quickly realized there was nothing there but more boob jobs and white furniture, so I escaped faux-spiritual beach culture, went to Peru, and experimented with DMT.

While in Peru, fell in love with a Shaman who was really a plumber from Padstow, but stayed because of attachment issues.

After following a puma from the jungle, I holed up in a Scandi-style Air B’n’B and finally got enlightened.

Parts of this story are true.

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