A few days ago I wrote that "most" of the people I knew in Grand Rapids whom I met who were working along the same lines as I was were garbage. That’s some kind of error, whether a silly exaggeration on my part or just a typo. I should have said "a lot" of the people I met who claimed to have an "alternative spirituality" were garbage. Or possibly "enough that the whole concept of alternative spirituality lost all its glamour for me so that I no longer give your average wiccan or new ager any more automatic credit for being a good person than your average non-magical person, and in fact some people who have alternative spirituality that claims to be of the light are actually digging themselves vile holes which they’ll never get out of and you have to watch out or they’ll pull you in with them."
But of course my lousy experiences came from my own lousy energy, and my own lousy taste in people. And this is in fact a lesson that is very obvious to many people a lot sooner in their experience than it was for me. So I can’t really complain because just about everyone I know who’s tried to break away from the mainstream gets suckered into some kind of nonsense.
So where is peace in this? How is writing this teaching peace? Because it certainly felt good to slam that old city, even though there’s nothing objectively wrong with it, I guess, just my own bad memories. And expressing that negativity did in some way allow me to make a psychic break with the past that I probably wouldn’t have made just by thinking positive thoughts.
It’s the age old question of course, the one that’s always frustrated me about spirituality. If we’re supposed to be without resentment, why does the Great Spirit bother to allow this resentment in the first place?
However I do know that our thoughts create our future and so I will now entirely avoid brooding over this question and focus on happier things, allowing my subconscious to work on it a bit.