For the past few weeks that I’ve been an emotional mess. Last week reached its peak with the sentiment of unexplainable loneliness and despair, and a resounding sadness for humanity as a whole.
“Help,” I murmured to myself out loud one day as I sat alone in my empty and dim office.
And then it all happened. Last Thursday a shaman invited me over to his nearby office and we had an amazing talk. Later that day, a friend came by for an equally energizing conversation. Just last Sunday, I reconnected with my closest friends from back in acupuncture college. And last Tuesday, I had an amazing chat with a friend of mine living in Seattle who gave me a profound tarot reading, guiding me, and showing me which way to go in life.
As much as I quite proudly fancy myself as an introvert and a loner, preferring solitude and quietness over everything else, there will be times when you simply just yearn for the comfort of friends. I love my wife and my kids, but I also need the company of friends whom you can connect with on a deep, spiritual level, who can anchor you with hope and inspiration, and remind you that you’re not alone outside of the matrix. It’s a different type of energy that your family can’t provide unless they cultivate as well.
Aside from my recent bouts of short-temperedness (probably due to the spring-wood, “rising yang” season), I feel more energized and inspired now. Mostly relaxed and at ease. The darkness of the previous three weeks have subsided, and I’m mostly myself now.
I cried for help, and my angels listened. “Help” is the most powerful prayer next to “thank you.”
And to my friends, spirits, and angels who inspire, guide, and protect me… thank you.