Transpersonal Psychology

Yesterday in our Zoom class we spent a number of hours exploring the world of Transpersonal Psychology.  It was both fascinating and extremely validating for me.  My long held interests in the transpersonal have in the past, particularly during my marriage, been tolerated, met with intolerance or disbelief, and diminished and maligned as my 'witchiness'.  It was something to see me as less than because of my interest in it and, to quote, was just 'given air time to'.  Yet here was this luminous lecturer with a PhD, articulate, enthusiastic, talking about prophetic dreaming, meditation, chakras, holotropic breath work, near-death experiences, the clair's (clairvoyance etc), eastern belief systems, working with energy, altered states of consciousness and much, much more.  All supported by credible research.  All being on the front line of mental health treatment, wellbeing and also opening up into  the field of medicine with the study of the energetic field of the body (aura, etheric layers etc).  The validation has been very healing for me.  I was diminished, dismissed and disrespected so much that it broke something deep within me under the hurt. Now seeing my beliefs, my way of viewing and engaging with the world so substantially supported and validated I feel something over my heart knitting back together, returning to wholeness.  The possibility that I might discover the answer to how I dream things that come true, have clairsentient, clairvoyant and clairaudient experiences, have had communications with those who have passed....it something that I'm eager to learn.

Here is little peak at some of my class notes for you - just a summary section.  There was so much information in this class, it was really full on.  Three of my lecturers are trained in Transpersonal Psychology so I'm sure I'll learn much more by the end of the course.

Last night I sat down with my meditation journals and my synchronicity journal (which contains my experiences of synchronicity or 'unable to be explained' experiences) and started to read back over them.  I started reading entries from 2015 and basically had my mind blown.  The gift of hindsight shows me just how clear the guidance and messages I was receiving were - and that is not trying to fit information to how things have turned out.  I was given direct quotes of things that would be said to me years later for example.  How do you wrap your head around that, let alone explain it?  I'll continue to read them today after I have worked on my critical reflection and attended my last class for the semester.  What a journey.  If you meditate, I highly recommend that you record your experiences in a journal to be read over later.

This is a possible area for me to investigate for my final Master's research project and my PhD.  I already have a notebook dedicated to these where I am starting to jot down resources, questions, and information to possibly explore.

I have two boxes of journals full of the journals I have written in daily for a good 25 years now.  These three however are the ones that I would grab in the even of a fire or some such calamity.  The two on the right contain the records of my meditations and the one on the left has the record of all those amazingly synchronous experiences that I've had and struggled to explain and understand.

Do you journal?  Do you meditate or practice mindfulness?  Have any of you experienced non-ordinary states of consciousness or unexplained events?  I'd love to hear about it.

Miss Sophie....

Miss Sophie is at it again.  I'm back at uni so Sophie is home alone more frequently and loves to amuse herself by digging in search of the centre of the earth.  We have red dirt that turns to clay very quickly here particularly if it is raining - as it has been.  I arrived home after a 4 hour class yesterday, weary and a bit sore from long hours of sitting. A very excited and happy girl met me at the back door. Oh my goodness.

The other side and her head were worse but she was moving so much I was unable to snap a good photo.

The back deck was filthy and I forgot to photograph the clay up the walls, up the sliding doors and plastered into the flyscreen where she had flung it with wild abandon. It looked like she had been channeling Pro Hart.  :) So I went inside, changed into my daggy clothes, bathed Sophie, locked her in the house out of reach of the mud then took myself to Bunnings to purchase materials to try to fix her hole....

Wire is hopeless so I ended up purchasing sand to fill the hole and some fake grass to throw over the top and then nail down with spikes.  She shouldn't be able to dig through that.

In progress.... I am hoping the artificial turf will work. I have to go and source more sand and then put the second piece of turf down too once I have the soil all leveled out.

Mum came over early this morning and helped me to move the furniture so that I could scrub the back deck.  I sprinkled the deck with washing powder, sprayed it down with a mist spray from the hose then scrubbed it with a scrubbing brush (the pressure cleaner does little to remove the red colour of the soil). A final hose and a lot of bubbles later and it has turned out well.  Until next time at least.

I have a day at my desk today.  I'm finishing homework, doing some revision (yes already) and starting to research for my first two assignments.  I'm doing a comparison of Person Centred therapy and Cognitive Behaviour Therapy and preparing a presentation on Gender Dysphoria which is really interesting and enjoyable to put together so far.

Stay well lovelies.