Diary of a Heretic

Last night as I was looking at the black shiny scrying mirrors and bowls that I purchased for the upcoming scrying workshop, I found myself pondering on how life can become quite surreal at times, especially when you are working with various states of realities. Take last Sunday for example at the SOL meditation in the park, our group experienced some amazing similarities in our visualisations. It is remarkable what one can tap into during these meditative sessions and I hope that the scrying weekend will reveal some equally wonderful insights.

Peering through a blackened Looking-Glass, all seems very Alice in Wonderland where you are sometimes shown a world where things aren’t always what they seem; a world of echoing mirrors which can take us on incredible journeys to worlds within worlds within worlds.

We are ourselves a mirror; seeing and reflecting the myriad of experiences of our mundane and spiritual lives as we search for our truth, trying to come to an understanding of who we really are. It reminds me of a dream I had several years ago, where I was invited to a fancy dress ball, the theme was to come as a favourite music album. I found myself at the ball with just a hand mirror and the album I was representing was Rod Stewart’s “Every Picture Tells a Story”. It was truly a profound dream and it made me realise the mirrored pictures of our life may be just distorted representations of our own unique perceptions about ourself.

If one is not happy with what life is reflecting then the quickest way to change your reflection is by learning to truly love and appreciate yourself. Whether you are conscious of the power of your mind or not, the mirror of life is directly related to how you perceive yourself. Even people who are not aware that their thoughts create their reality can and do create truly incredible lives when they love and acknowledge themselves.

“Life is a mirror and will reflect back to the thinker what he thinks into it.”
~ Ernest Holmes