Today's Vent: Metaphysicians and Mortals

Mood: Frustrated and Venting
Thought: Step off the pedestal, people and get with real life.
Song: How Am I Different by Aimee Mann


Two things are sticking in my head today like charbroiled eggs stuck to a twenty-year old skillet. And believe me, these two eggs aren't coming out until I pop them free from the frying pan of my brain with my useful spatula: BLOGGER.

Thought number one: Spiritualists who don't like "people". Hey! Becoming ordained and choosing to lead my life as a spiritualist was no tiny matter for me. That little piece of paper sought out by most spiritualists from the Universal Church of Life only for tax purposes, was for me a huge step. It represented the fact that I wanted to spend the rest of my life helping people. Soo....WHY in God's holy name would a spiritualist claim she is "tired of people's lives"?

A dear colleague of mine, who we will call Adriana (for confidentiality reasons) really let the big one slip during my last session with her. (Yes I pay other spiritualists to help me with my life. We have to be humble enough to accept help and keep our own lives straight before we can help other people). Adriana had asked to be on my mailing lists, and at one point in time, had claimed she enjoyed reading one of my very first blogs. So naturally, during a conversation with Adriana, I was using one of my blogs to give an example of a life situation I was experiencing at that particular time. My statement to her was something like this:

"I am having SUCH a hard time with my son Aidan and my patience is so short in the mornings. He wants me to do everything all at once before I have even had a cup of coffee. I am sure you understand since you read my blog". My once-respected spiritualist, Adriana, replied "Oh. No actually I have not and I will not. I have no interest in people's stories".

What. The. Fuck. That's the first thought that came into my mind. Do I expect her to read ALL of the blogs? No. But would I expect her to be a little more respectful about it? Absolutely! How about something along the lines of, "Oh actually I haven't read many of your writings because my life has been a little hectic." She could have said something that would not make me feel completely unimportant...something that would not put her on some holy pedestal with me, a mere mortal, under her feet. "Oh holy Adriana who doth not haveth time to read blogs hath no time for my sins". Good Lord people, if you are going to be a spiritualist, that is a commitment to PEOPLE. It's a commitment to their lives, to their stories, to their feelings, to their experiences...to their wonderful, aggravated, loving, sarcastic, meaningul LIFE STORIES!!

My work is not about the sessions my clients have with me, but the time before, after and inbetween. I would not be truly committed if I were not committed to that. So....do I call my clients on my dime? Yes! Each one of them has had some time from me that is free and outside of their paid sessions, whether it be via phone, email, snail mail or instant messenger. Do I remember their birthdays, the births of their children, their anniversarys and all special things? No. I would like to...and I do try. I do, however, hold a real interest in their LIVES..their stories, their daily routines, their jobs, their lifemates and heartbreaks. I want to know it all...every little piece of it, because it makes who they are. Each tiny, trivial piece of their lives is a little puzzle that helps me put it all together with them. Each piece is important to the bigger picture. Would I be a true spiritualist otherwise? NO!!!!!!

Thought number two: You metaphysicians of the world, get OFF your pedestals. I have met you at spiritual conferences, churches, seminars, etc. Some of you are my clients, but more importantly SOME of you were my friends, until recently. Mary, about whom I have spoken in another blog, had become a dear friend of mine. After more than two and a half years of Mary seeking my spiritual counseling and mentorship, we started exchanging our personal lives and we did indeed become "friends". But just like many other metaphysicians I have met, I noticed that Mary exhibited some "holier than thou" issues and had problems living in the real world.

Everywhere she moved, she had problems with neighbors, people in society, friends, family, etc. Her reasoning regarding the problems was "Oh, it's because I am a metaphysician and they are mere mortals. I am so tired of living my life around mortals. I refuse to date a mortal". For those of you that are not metaphysicians, I will explain Mary's terminology. Metaphysicians are people who hold some unusually strange beliefs; they are especially strange to most normal people. Mets believe they can manifest their own lives electromagnetically via energy. They believe everything is energy: your thoughts, your emotions, your house, your body...your partner. The believe God is The Universe and vice versa.

I am what I like to call a "metaphysician in training". I have experienced and believed partially in metaphysics for most of my life, but I also believe that some of it can be a bunch of hooey. We, as real, living, breathing human beings cannot walk around on the metaphysician cloud, expecting to be held exempt from real conversations wherein people expect us to deal with reality, taxes, mortgage payments, jobs, breakups, loss....from REAL LIFE. Mary, mind you, manages to escape real life every moment she can do so. Whenever a relationship does not work out, she blames the guy. "I had expected more from him. I thought he was on the path to becoming a true metaphysician. He is acting like a mere mortal!" Whenever a friendship goes awry, it's of course, "because they are mortals". When a deal falls through in her business, it's because of "mortals" blocking the path.

Well you know what Mary, and all you other pedestal-doning-wanna-be-metaphysicians? I am mortal, YOU are mortal, the collective society of this entire world is MORTAL. We are born from our mortal mothers, we breathe in our first breaths of human air from this MORTAL planet, and we all breathe that same mortal air until we die and leave this planet, as mortals. God does not come down from heaven and dub you "Mary the Metaphysician", thereby providing you special priviledges to keep you safe and holy and away from the rest of us. WAKE THE $%%^ UP! I do manifest my life and I take full responsibility for it, but quite frankly, any one of us can do that. It doesn't take Mary the Mighty Metaphysician to guide my mere mortal way. I married a mortal, I had mortal kids, my friends and clients are mortals. Yes, I am a metaphysician by calling, not because I was born one. This holds no special priviledges other than the gifts God bestowed upon me, and believe you may, those gifts can feel like burdens most of the time.

So...get off your pedestals and get with it, you so-called metaphysicians of the world. Dealing with mortals is a part of daily existence. Otherwise, what good would it be to be born human?

Stepping down off that soapbox,
Pamela the Partial-Metaphysician