It's About Time

After five years I am getting a raise. Son of a gun. My salary at the job had topped out and at first my supervisor tried giving me bad reviews as an excuse for not obtaining a raise. When I pushed her she admitted there wasn't the budget for it. Five years! It's about time!

What am I going to do with the little bonus that probably get exed out due to taxes. I can eat, purchase vitamins soarly needed, I could buy gas to get to and from work. Wow the options are endless. Four percent. Maybe I'll retire in a year.

I think I have it bad and then I talk to my friends. It seems like everybody is hurting. One hasn't worked for months, another could only find extra work in the movies which kinda pays his bills. My sister found a great job which shows that there are good jobs available - all it takes is luck and who you know before you get a break I guess.

At work I interview folks weekly who have lost jobs, leading to losing their homes, causing families to split up and suddenly have found themselves living with mom and dad again. It is difficult when you reach forty years of age, live with the parents and feel like a failure. Imagine if you had a severe mental illness in addition. Not a pretty picture.

As I grew up my parents always told me I wore rose colored glasses. I tended to see everything in a positive light. When the hard reality slaps you in the face on a daily basis that people aren't working, sleep out of their car, haven't eaten for three days, and smell like filth the rosey tint definitely fades.

Does this mean that I am not positive, that I've lost all faith or hope. No far from it. I'm a healer. Period. I have seen incredible healing, transformation, and shock in people on the brink of life itself flowering into incredible people!

I will leave with a heart warming true story - in which I will switch a few facts to protect confidentiality.

A number of years ago I worked at one of the swanky Malibu inpatient residential treatment centers and worked with the ultra wealthy. These people were the movers and shakers who had lost their way - so to speak. One client I had the honor to work with had a partner who made a mint in a consumer product in high demand. This person had over twenty suicide attempts and had been at the facility for months before they were handed over to my care. It took us a month and we located the core issue, worked on the issue fully and tremendous healing took place. It was as if the light bulb shot on and there was no shuting it off.

When it was discharge time my boss couldn't believe the quick turn around and advised the person to spend more time there. He was collecting over $20,000 a month and it was clear what his motivation was. Now wavering the client asked me how I felt. I was confident and suggested this person go to my university to keep learning more and more about the Spiritual Psychology approach I taught them.

I heard from the person a few times and then about three years later received an invitation in the mail. The person not only graduated with a masters degree in Spiritual Psychology, but also their partner had also gone through the course and received a masters as well. Yes, transformations really do take place!