Letting Go Of The Past

This is really long and really personal, but I’m sharing it for the people who want to take the time to read it.

It’s much easier said than done. It’s one of the things I struggled with when I started this journey. The feeling in my heart when I first applied for my leave of absence from work told me I wouldn’t be going back, but I buried that voice inside of myself. I ignored it. I said, “Well, just in case things don’t work out, I can go back to work.” I was scared. What if I failed? What if I was a terrible writer? What if I got confused and I made a mistake and this wasn’t what I was supposed to be doing? What if, what if, what if. I drowned in them. My insecurities were suffocating. Everyone around me believed in me, but here I couldn’t believe in myself. That voice that kept telling me “this is right” faded and disappeared against the screaming in my head that said “be logical” the one that reminded me trying to become a writer was like trying to become a movie star or music artist. It just didn’t happen to people like me.

And then school started. And I was caught up in this whirlwind affair of grades and percentages. The nagging voice in the back of my head saying “what if you don’t make the grade?” I had no backup plan. It was this or nothing. I knew I couldn’t go back. Even though I told myself I was going back, I knew I couldn’t. I knew I was lying to myself and because of that I felt like I was lying to everyone around me. I felt like a fraud. I felt like an impostor. “Don’t worry I’m coming back” and “See you next summer” felt like black clouds over my head. Telling myself we needed the money just didn’t cut it. That incessant voice in my heart kept telling me “you aren’t going back.” And still I ignored it. I didn’t want to be a burden, how would we pay the thousands of dollars we owe in credit card debt… excuse after excuse to try and convince myself that going back to work was “the right thing to do.”

For my entire first semester I struggled with this. When January came I was faced with more than I could handle. Work fucked up so I owed them money, MSP was going to send my bill to collections, my car insurance was due ( another 1100$ we didn’t have onto the credit card because we need a vehicle). How could I go to my husband and say “I want to give up my full time job” when all of these things were staring me in the face? And still that voice in my heart “you aren’t going back.” It ate at my sanity, I lost sleep, felt physically ill, still trying to push that voice down, deeper, back to the volume I could ignore it. And the calendar turned from January to February. May was only three months away. I tried to look forward to work because it meant a paycheque and not having to stress about how we were going to pay our bills every month. It means savings in the bank for when I was back in school again.

But that voice. It just wouldn’t shut up. And then I went to Faeriecon. I feel like “So, I went to Faeriecon last weekend…” has become as famous as “So this one time, at band camp…” because it really was something else. A lot of it was rooted in Pagan traditions. Me and nature and my effect on it and it’s effect on me. Me and whatever great thing is out there. God, goddess… I don’t like calling it by name because I think it’s bigger than that. But my point is, because of someone’s generosity and kindness I was able to go to a special activity that normally costs money and that I wouldn’t have been able to attend normally called The Spell of Desire. The main focus was on the desire of our heart. That thing that we really wanted and the things holding us back from it.

My whole family is Christian, and Christians and Pagan’s haven’t exactly been BFF’s throughout history, if you know what I mean, but whatever is out there met me right in that conference room. That voice that I had been trying to subdue for months came back with a vengeance as a raging storm in my heart. It was screaming at me. In that room, in the quiet, focused only on that one desire in my heart, unburdened by everything else and all the crap from the outside world, the things blocking me seemed so small. In that moment it was so clear to me what I needed to do and it felt possible. It felt attainable, whereas before it felt impossible to me. So I made a plan. When I got home I was going to have a discussion with my husband and sort everything out and I was going to go back to casual at the hospital so I could focus on writing my novel over the summer.

Well the very next day as we drove back to Canada I had a lot of time sitting in the backseat to think logically. And that voice in my heart was completely overwhelmed with all the thoughts in my head telling me how stupid I was to think I would be able to give up my full time line at the hospital. By this time my friends had started discussing Tarot and readings and such and I thought of the untouched deck I had at home. So as these thoughts bombarded against the voice that STILL wouldn’t shut up, I told it I’d do a tarot reading in the hopes of appeasing it. By the time I got home and opened the mail, which included the aforementioned MSP collections threat, I was completely convinced I had made up everything I felt during the session and indeed needed to go back to work in the summer. The next day I grabbed the box that held my tarot deck but never opened it.  Partly because I was just feeling too depressed about the awesome experience I now felt was impossible, and partly because I was scared of what it would say.

For those of you unfamiliar with Tarot it’s basically a deck of 78 cards. Each card has a specific meaning. The whole deck is infused with the owners energy, if that makes sense, so generally, depending on the type of reading, it will reveal those things deep inside of your subconscious. A lot Christians will tell you it’s demonic, but my own experience says otherwise. I mean, I SUPPOSE the demons could be sending me positive messages through the deck (even though “demons” are usually evil), but I prefer to think my spirit actually holds my energy and that energy gets infused into the things around me, including my tarot deck and especially when I’m meditating on a problem or question and infusing that energy into the cards.

Now I haven’t taken out my tarot deck in many many years. So I had to go online to look up a spread and refresh my mind on what the cards all meant. Then I laid them out and just about shat my pants. Literally every card spoke to me on an extremely spiritual level and if I had ANY doubt before, it was pretty much blown out of the water. It addressed EVERY single concern that was weighing on my heart. I am a firm believer god (or whatever you call it) will meet you wherever you are, and I was met even more strongly than in the session at Faeriecon. To give a quick run down it highlighted the thing that weighed on my heart:

It zeroed in on the journey I had been on to get here, and all the hardships I had faced and the subsequent strength I had established. Strength in myself and my ability and how I should be proud of that. The biggest struggle though was being a financial burden to my loved ones. I kid you not it said this “If  further success in creative affair is desired, it often becomes necessary to ask other people for assistance. There is no shame in asking for help…” I almost started crying.

It highlighted the things from my past that were influencing me:

A solid financial base, assured security and comfort. Material success and the things I’ve accomplished on the material plane. How being successful materially can help develop your self-worth but ultimately you need to find a balance between that and your spiritual self.

It highlighted the future:

What to do now that I had received all this wealth. It said trying to hold onto wealth in case you need it later is like trying to capture love in a bottle. It encouraged me to let go and let the next generation take over so they could gain as much as I did. It talked about inheritance and giving it to my successors.

It highlighted the reason behind the question:

It talked about an event that symbolizes the conception of an idea. The brief creative spark that comes to you, suddenly and unexpectedly, and that starts you down the road of a new creative vision. It spoke about fear and how the dark demons I was so afraid of are exposed by my inner fire, and that those demons were me running from myself. It told me to embrace my fear because it was part of me and I could use it to grow stronger.

And finally it highlighted the potential in the situation:

It spoke about good fortune and wealth. It spoke of hard work, and the need to act now. It spoke of a seed planted in fertile soil in which ideas can be planted to mature and grow, and even though it will be a slow growth, the success of the harvest is practically assured.

I’ve never had a reading like it before. Never ever, it was all right there in front of me. Everything I had done, everything I was afraid of, and everything I could accomplish if I could find the courage to continue. So I reached out for support. And the things I was afraid of no longer seemed that big anymore. The outpouring of support from friends and family was incredible. It was unexpected. I literally feel like I could take on the world right now. My heart feels so light, even the things that upset me this week feel small. I know this is going to be a long and even arduous journey at times, but look at everything I’ve already accomplished. So this is me letting go. This is me not looking back. This is me stepping out into the world of my dream.

~Kat

P.S. I have officially started the process of going back to casual. I will not be returning to my full time line. I’m all in now.

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2 thoughts on “Letting Go Of The Past

  1. Rob

    WOW!! You amaze me girl! I am so proud to call you my daughter and although I know you’re mother played the biggest part of who you are I hope that somehow even in y early absence that in my later days I somehow had an influence in where you are, who you are and where you are going. I love you with all of my heart and have to post several things from, where else, but God’s Word. You are right about most of Christianity saying that Tarots cards are from the devil, but who are we to question how He speaks to us, If we follow that logic then it would stand to reason that the Tarot cards would be telling you about what a failure you are and how you’ll never succeed and negative this and negative that. Whether Tarot cards or the Word of God I can always take it back to the Bible, screw what anyone else thinks about it. It is a manual for life. So here goes based on what you wrote.
    Psalm 37:4

    New American Standard Bible (NASB)

    4 Delight yourself in the Lord;
    And He will give you the desires of your heart.
    Hebrews 11

    New American Standard Bible (NASB)
    The Triumphs of Faith

    11 Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.

    Proverbs 23:7

    New American Standard Bible (NASB)

    7 For as he thinks within himself, so he is I could go on and on but this is what you sent me at the start of your journey and I said I would keep it to send to you as needed to remind you of why you started this journey.
    Hope you don’t mind me sharing it as this came out of your heart in August of 2013 when you began this journey.

    Felt inspired this morning and this is what came out.

    I’m leaving everything and everyone I’ve ever known to step into an unknown land to pursue a dream that was given to me by faith and the only way I will succeed is through faith because as soon as I step into this place the fog sets in and my future and destination become big question marks. If there was ever a situation that sounded more like a God situation than this one I have yet to find it. I’m going completely by faith that things will work out somehow. That this dream is a God dream. That I’m meant to pursue something that fills me with such joy and that I can be happy.

    But it’s scary. I have never been so terrified before in my life but somehow that is more of a confirmation to me than anything, that this is right, because something that is safe is seldom from God and nobody every discovered a new land by staying inside. My journey to travel outside the lands of comfort and step into the land of the unknown has begun. I am on my way from being a nobody and will find my way to the land of somebody’s. To the land of accomplishment, where I will be successful.

    Whether I am popular or rich is of little importance because to be rich in joys is often more fulfilling than anything money can buy. To do something with passion and purpose is my goal, because if I can be passionate in my work, it is easier to transfer that passion through my words to the reader. No matter the cost, this dream is born of something more and I will succeed.

    • I edited out my personal information, but no I don’t mind you sharing it otherwise. I think people who put god in a box will only be able to meet god in a box. I don’t want that. I want to allow the spirit to meet me wherever it needs to and be open to what it’s telling me wherever I am. It’s being attuned to that voice in your heart that speaks to you. It speaks the truth, and even if it tells you scary things, often times it doesn’t tell you more than you can handle. Like your words, a persons energy interacts with the things around them because everything is energy. I don’t believe the tarot is bred of evil any more than trees are. As with anything, something only becomes when you say it is that. If you really wanted to, you could make candles out to be evil and demonic because they are also used in spells, but people also use them in prayer (which is in effect what a “spell” is). With knowledge comes understanding and love. Not judgement. Wherever we are, if we are open, the spirit will guide you. All you have to do is listen. Besides, I’ve heard too many testimonies to convince me otherwise. God just is. Who am I to say what he can and cannot do or how he can and cannot speak to me.

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