Whether it’s fear of abandonment resulting from an absentee parent, conflict avoidance from an overly aggressive third grade teacher, or something more serious like “capital T” Trauma, our wounds shape the way we navigate the world.
Most of us know this; we understand in our minds. Cognitively, we have a grasp on it. But in our bodies? In or subconscious? In our souls? We might recognize it, but we don’t really do anything with that information.
Carl Jung said, “Until you make the unconscious conscious, you will call it fate and it will rule your life.”
That describes most of us. It certainly described me.
I get it–looking at it is scary. That fear keeps so many of us blind. Quiet. Asleep.
Until something wakes us up.
Some call it a moment of clarity; some call it a gut check; others call it a spiritual awakening.
What most people don’t call it is a seizure. But that’s what it was for me.
The irony of gaining spiritual consciousness from falling physically unconscious isn’t lost on me, but that isn’t the half of it.
In a minute, I’m going to tell you all about how passing out in a strip club was both the weirdest moment of my life AND the root of my “awakening”…but first, let’s talk a little bit about you.