Euphrosene Labon

Coaching paradox Mon 5: The paradox of coaching is that, all too often, courses tend to be aimed at turning the coachee into a coach. So, generalising, someone who has taken a course because of personal issues, then sets up in business to advise and guide others.

Leaving aside issues of transference, learning from someone who has been through a similar situation does have its merits. What I question are the elements of indoctrination with virtually every coach I have come across to date.

For the non-curious, I was trained as a career guidance coach; I have studied psychotherapy, counselling, NLP and so on and so forth. After a brief foray into personal coaching and creative thinking workshops, I decided I would need to find another way to impart my personal brand of wit and wisdom to the world :*)

Why, you may ask?

Or not.

But I´ll tell you anyway.

It´s because, as I have made clear in these blog posts from time to time, this God stuff is dangerous territory. Self-awareness can bring a completely different set of parameters which, for the unwary, could cause serious problems, the least of which is mild mental illness.

For others, chained to the mast of materialism, with an endless array of merchandise and titles to match every conceivable human need, the difficulty lies in kissing goodbye to relatively easy money. Thus they effectively put the block on further learning.

Some do, of course. Lynn Grabhorn could be an example although her final book/s seemed even more wildly written than her bestsellers.

Perhaps it is my chronological factor that makes me a tad weary when people seem to spout stuff they have obviously been taught. The universe is cluttered with long-forgotten evangelists, so I suppose it is understandable that some want to grab their moment while they can.

And yes, I too have written of many of the same things. There does seem to be a shared knowledge whether we are taught it or not.

(Not, in my case. I bought books to confirm some hidden truth rising to my conscious mind. I needed the books to prove to myself that I was not alone with these ideas - not that I got my ideas from them.)

As we evolve spiritually, however, the soul seeks further clarification, and parroting the ideas of even mildly charismatic gurus sounds incredibly trite - even more so when so many of these modern gurus immodestly appear to claim themselves as the original source.

And rather reprehensible when spiritual truths are taught by appealing to the weaker side of human nature.

Trying to explain my spiritual views is difficult enough at the best of times, in 140 characters, via Twitter, is nigh on impossible. And how to express a view about Western-style metaphysics without denigrating someone´s beliefs?

In truth, I do not care for The Secret and Law of Attraction market, as I do not care for the forest of books on cosmic ordering.

Many of the author/coaches may well have had a damascene moment, but by far the greater proportion are marketing buffs.

Sadly, people today are seeking meaning. They want to be guided in ways that traditional religion doesn´t and never did provide. They want answers that relate to their personal problems and immediate manifestation of desires. Traditional religion will never supply those.

You will rarely find a mystic who led a life of materialistic joy. In fact, most lived quite undesirable lives to our modern minds. Many seemed to be able to manipulate matter but without the need or desire to actually want to.

Yet modern `gurus´ insist this is what God wants for us. I really do wish I could agree.

The more I experience the Infinite Everything, the more I feel that cosmic ordering is like being drawn in to an ethereal spider´s web - but one where we could either be gobbled up and be part of the spider´s universe, or to somehow traverse into another reality.

Ultimately, truth can only come from within. Which neatly brings me to a recent challenge. That checking resources for Wise El´s Book of Big Thoughts is actually blocking the flow.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Tues 8: What really, really, pisses me off big time is having to explain or justify any episode which is a subjective interpretation on the part of the person wielding the wooden spoon. So I am yet again amazed that a concerned comment the other day should turn out to have taken a rather more sinister outcome.

I had just come off the dance floor, hot - mopping my nose - when someone very kindly complimented me on my artwork. I did not seek out this person. Indeed I was passing through the hall on the way to get a glass of water.

However, still standing in that area, with other people all around us, I replied with thanks and added that I was a bit concerned about them being left behind on the tables. I also remember mentioning that, because I had not tidied the backs very well, they might have been better in a different setting. Somehow, that translated as me being `very upset and crying´.

And, despite me standing beside this person as they talked with two others to whom I introduced them, presumably dry-eyed, the person, for some reason, felt obliged to seek out others to inform them that I was `very upset and crying´.

Yet, if I had been, surely one or more of the many people I saw around us and immediately following, including the people I introduced them to, would have said something?

How come only ONE person in that packed place saw and heard what they did?

Now in my entire life, especially years ago when I DID sometimes get stonkingly drunk, I have NEVER had memory failure.

More´s the pity after the striptease I once did! Or ending up in bed with two men. (Whoops!)

Yet a woman, who has been sectioned twice for hallucinating in public, rang me to say I could not remember because I was drunk. Charming. And this is someone who two NandDs chose to believe instead of me!

Thankfully, yet another was nearby and said they noticed nothing at all.

Thank You, God.

The woman then proceeded to mix up various conversations - until, I regret to say, I cut her short and told her to piss off.

Thanks to that bit of shoddy recall, I did not get to spend planned time with the NandDs - and, also regrettably, I no longer want anything to do with any of them.

PS Corner image is one of my unfinished wedding shoes. Too many interruptions today but I did get some more of Wise El´s Book of Big Thoughts done.

PPS Subjective recall is interesting on several levels. Quite apart from the delusional aspect, there is also the element of mind control that Ma was so obsessed with. No wonder these type of films are so popular. Get one or more people to swear something is true, usually when it is not, and the Will Smith-type starts to think he has lost his marbles.

I must admit, if it had been any other people, I might well have started to question myself. As it is, I am just VERY ANGRY.

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

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Sat 5: Lovely sunny wedding with lovely sunny weather to match. An extra blessing given the day before, of the christening, I got totally drenched and spent the night tossing and turning and sniffling. It was only the next day, when I again had jetlag symptoms, that I realised it was something akin to lying directly over ley lines.

Shifting the pillows to the foot of the bed, I then did actually sleep dream-free and soundly. Interesting piece here.

The bed and breakfast (lovely place, lovely proprietor) was Castle Lodge just five minutes from Highcliffe Castle where the wedding and reception were held.

At the time of writing, I am still feeling horribly sleep-deprived but apart from getting drenched, the only blot on the last couple of days was a subjective recall which was completely untrue and still mystifies me.

A family friend told one of the NandDs I was crying and upset.

News to me.

The only conversation I had with that particular person was about my wedding artwork which she mentioned liking. I then introduced her to two other people and they had a little chat. Indeed the only time a tissue ever found its way to my face was to counter the effects of highly energetic dancing. Mopping the gentle glowing!

Yes, I did dance a lot (and boy are unused muscles aching today!), and had plenty of younger partners - though four inch stilettos are not my preferred choice for dancing - or walking on gravelled car parks.

To protect the leather on the heels from being scraped by the gravel in the car park, I walked on tip toe and, it still being gravel and not exactly smooth, I wobbled a bit. I had also parked my car in a different place to the two previous times and, thinking aloud, said `where´s my car?´, followed immediately by `oh there it is´.

These I gather were signs that I was `drunk´. Yet, over the course of seven hours, I had drunk two weak Pimms and two glasses of red wine. I had an enormous breakfast and ate enough to not feel lightheaded. Actually, if anything, those strange jetlag-type feelings dominated and I was driven back just after 11.

If I had been drunk, I would have gone along with the suggestion of one of my male partners for a spot of `dirty dancing´. As it was, I said I twisted my ankle - and he tried to massage it. Nice looking tall guy, a bit free with his hands, but, as aunt of the groom, I couldn´t be seen to be a contestant for grab a grannie night, let alone anything else.

Re the strange sleep pattern, one of the NandDs also had virtually the same experience. Luckily for me, when the same multi images started to crowd my mind for a second night, I realised it could not have been the drenching I got and shifting my head direction did the trick. Cue deep and dreamless sleep.

But I remain mystified how dabbing dance perspiration from my nose made someone think I was crying, and it has rather tarnished what was an enjoyable day, although the observer in me is curious how some people do see something totally imaginary and insist it is true.

As an aside, I fully expected to be taken to task for my dress which did display rather a lot of bosom! See above. (Have promised not to post images of anyone else.)

Euphrosene Labon Mind Body Spirit Artist Author Writer

Please visit my art gallery. E-cards are on the house.

wedding, christening, ley lines, wedding artwork