Be Your Own Kind Of Spiritual

Musings from an ex muggle, Spiritual Writer & Author Sue Pritchard.

I’m going to let you into a secret.

You know cacao?

Well, I can’t stand the stuff - even if it’s disguised as chocolate.

Nope. I have to proudly embrace the fact I’m a Cadbury’s Dairy Milk loving kind of

girl, through and through.

Believe me, I’ve tried to like it because I know spiritually cacao is quite significant.

Indeed, after a relaxing sound meditation once, I opened my bleary eyes to be told

heart-shaped cacao chocolates had been lovingly made for us all. And there was

plenty to go around.

With hushed voices echoing excitedly around the room, grateful fingers took these

wonderful offerings someone had made with the kindest of intentions.

Gulp.

“Oh no,” I thought to myself as the offending items came closer. “I really don’t like

them.”

But after seeing no one else had declined, I bowed to unspoken peer pressure and

graciously accepted this heart-felt gift, selecting the smallest one I could find.

Maybe my taste buds have changed a bit, I hoped, not wanting to appear

disrespectful.

But oh no, they hadn’t. With that very first bite, bitter shockwaves pulsated

throughout my body, and it took all the willpower in the world to chomp it down with

much resistance.

Looking desperately around the room full of my fellow sound bathers, nibbling away

delicately at their chocolate treats, I could see there was nowhere to hide. We were

all facing one another. Avoiding eye contact was impossible. So in full view of

everyone else, I had no choice but to eat it all, declining the offer of another as

politely as I could without looking as if I was going to throw up.

And that should have been a lesson for me. We may all describe ourselves as being

spiritual but we’re still very different people. We all like different things and are

following our own unique spiritual journey - on the path that’s right for us. I’m sure

plenty of people on it do really like cacao. But believe me, some of us really don’t.

Tuning In

It’s taken me a while to intuitively tune the dial on my spiritual radio, selecting the

station vibrating at the right frequency for me. So that’s probably why I still didn’t

refuse cacao chocolate the second time around.

This time after surfacing from the bliss of savasana at the end of a yoga practice, I

probably wasn’t thinking clearly when I gratefully picked up another chocolate.

However, after nibbling the corner off, I immediately stopped when my taste buds

declared they were going to reject this bitter tasting specimen – regardless of what

cunning spiritual guise it was dressed up in.

Surreptitiously sneaking it under the corner of my yoga mat, I pretended I’d eaten it

all until safe to deposit elsewhere, away from prying eyes.

With hindsight I’ve always been a bit slow to learn a lesson. My spirit guides are

probably the ones posing for memes on social media, shaking their heads at me in

disbelief. And it’s probably why the universe continued to bombard me with a series

of costly and increasingly worrying experiences, until I started to take notice, booked

a psychic reading a few years ago, and tentatively ventured onto this spiritual path.

Back then, as a former muggle, I probably did have a stereotypical view of what

spirituality looked like. That’s partly why I laughed when it was suggested I should try

yoga for the first time nine years ago. I was, and still am, the least likely looking yogi

out there. I was as flexible as The Tin Man and as graceful as Mr Blobby, but ever

since then, I’ve been practising on my beloved yoga mat several times a week. I’ve

never worn yoga pants though, and my yoga teacher curses like a good ‘un, but I

love it. It suits me just fine.

Spiritual Uniqueness

Finding the part of the spiritual world that fits us is a key part of this journey we find

ourselves on. And it’s something I began to understand not long after my dad died in

2009. I can remember our disappointment when my mum and I attended several

psychic medium demonstrations, but dad never made contact. In real life he was

quite a shy man, who’d only ever voluntarily stand up in front of an audience when

fortified with Dutch courage, and as half of the mediums we saw probably would

have scared him to death when he was alive, why on earth would he make the effort

to strike up a conversation with them in the afterlife?!

I’ve had readings that haven’t resonated with me either. However, I’ve also had those

from psychics I could kiss and declare my undying love for, because their words

have made my heart sing with joy. And if ever trying to read for anyone else, I’m

frequently doubting myself and fearing judgement about my own abilities – or lack of

them.

“Oh wow. I really wouldn’t have thought of that,” my partner in an oracle card

workshop said to me. “Read another one for me,” he urged.

“Really?” I asked, thinking how kind he was being. I’d only just told him I was a bit

nervous, didn’t know what to say, and felt as if I was making it all up.

“Yes, really,” he replied enthusiastically. “I love the way you think and how you’re

reading so many different things into the cards I wouldn’t have thought of.”

And I suppose that’s what it’s all about, isn’t it? Embracing our spiritual uniqueness.

Sometimes it’s easy to forget there’s no right or wrong way. We are all very much a

part of this wonderful spiritual tribe, but we don’t need to complete a tick list of the

qualities we perhaps believe we should have. It’s whatever resonates with us. And

although we’re on this journey together, no one else is walking in our shoes along

this magical path.

So, let’s make a deal. If you keep on being you, I’ll keep on being me, and together

we can all be our own kind of spiritual.