It started off with my asking my tutor if there was a book she would recommend to me, to get me into the swing of things, as it were. Yes, she said, pointing me in the direction of Jack Angelo’s ‘Your Healing Power.’ So I sent off for it, it arrived, and I began to read it.
I began to underline certain passages with a pencil (who else was told as a child it was BAD to deface a book by scribbling in it?) and then I thought, no - I need to make proper notes on this and to add my own questions in response to what I was reading. And then I got distracted into connecting some of Jack Angelo’s ideas with further research on t’interwebbly (choosing my sources carefully of course. None of this Wikipedia malarkey for me, oh no) and that’s what led me to the interesting idea that humans, in fact EVERYTHING living, is ‘energy soup.’
Don’t you just love that idea? Of being an energy soup? I made soup yesterday - pea, broccoli and pesto. Bloody amazing it was, with the addition of a cheese scone. But I digress...
...energy soup we are. Even this cat, one Flora Bijou Mybug, is energy soup, despite being inertly squished ‘twixt pompom rug, my meditation cushion and the radiator because she feels the cold, bless her...
Anyway, the idea of energy soup led me to having a poke around in some quantum physics, like you do. Subatomic particles and all that jazz. Which led to more segues into the worlds of evolution, biological systems, ecosystems, psychology and networks of consciousness. And then I reined myself in before my head exploded.
I wasn’t a great fan of science at school. More an arts and history person, me. Back in my day, the ‘O’ level days, we studied the sciences separately. None of this ‘combined science’ hoo-ha that is presented in most schools these days. I liked biology. Plants, animals, bodies - yes, that was fascinating enough and, indeed, over the years I’ve sustained that interest and have qualifications in Anatomy, Physiology, Ecology, and have studied reflexology and aromatherapy along with diet and nutrition. Physics was okay although I do remember some trauma involving making mechanical trolley things with rubber bands in order to show kinetic energy. I got a ‘B’ in Physics, heaven knows how given I spent a lot of lessons sitting in a giggly huddle with my friend, Helen. I hated Chemistry. Mostly because Miss Freeman gave us homework one week to learn the entire Periodic Table for a test the following week. I should be grateful, I suppose. The Periodic Table is way bigger these days than it was back in the late ‘70s. Also, Chemistry involved flashing explosions, dubious smells and All Manner of Dangerous Malarkey. And wearing a weird strait-jacket of a green overall, massive bug-faced safety goggles, which, because I was bespectacled, meant my vision was all wibbly wobbly. Oh, and sometimes masks. I still carry that mask-wearing hatred today. Anyway, Chemistry wasn’t for me. When I die, my earthly body is to be chucked straight into the ground, no messing. If I catch a whiff of formaldehyde, I shall be back to haunt the perpetrators.
The point is, no matter how much I THOUGHT I had learned about healing energy on and off during the last 30 years, it turns out my knowledge amounts to a teeny tiny pimple’s worth on the bottom of a baby ant sitting on top of the biggest iceberg of knowledge in the WORLD, the UNIVERSE and everything BEYOND!
I could let this overwhelm me. But I shan’t because that would be counterproductive to the journey ahead. I shall enjoy that I have all this book-learning in my life, that I can weave my way along the paths of infinite knowledge that are before me, and I can thank the Department of Brainwork that I was dished out a good’un when I was sent to this earthly plane.
It’s all rather exciting! It has properly jiggled my energy soupness...
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