SPIRITUAL COUNSELLING

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Spiritual Counselling is a meeting of Heaven and Earth

Spirituality leads us to peak experiences - spaciousness, peace, timelessness. For a time we can be the sky - untouched by our traumas and sorrows. Sooner or later though, we get to sit in the mud and meet the uncomfortable stuff.

Spiritual counselling is kind of a clumsy phrase for something really simple: having someone sit beside you while you meet whatever is there that wants to come home. 

 
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“…true healing…comes from a divine source - the same source that maintains the phYSical, energetic, and spiritual structures of the world. The purpose and object of following specific healing protocols and techniques is to ask the Divine for a healing to occur. To truly heal somebody is to bring them back to the original magical state of what they energetically and spiritually are.

The Allure of Efficiency | Curing & Fixing

In a world of quick fixes, we get accustomed to the idea of efficiently repairing (or destroying) problems - with antibiotics, with bombs, with ___. We might begin to imagine we can deploy spirituality like a drain cleaner: dissolving neuroses and leaving nothing but flowers floating in holy water.

Spiritual counselling invites us to set aside the pushyness of goal-oriented efficiency. To choose instead to give oneself over to a process of ripening over time.


She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind. I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis. She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

 
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Gimme, gimme, gimme the honky tonk blues

I laid a divorcée in New York City. I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses. She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

I laid a divorcée in New York City. I had to put up some kind of a fight. The lady then she covered me with roses. She blew my nose and then she blew my mind.

 
 

Honky Tonk Woman

I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis. She tried to take me upstairs for a ride. She had to heave me right across her shoulder. 'Cause I just can't seem to drink you off my mind.

 
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