The Chakra Virgin

I don’t remember when I first discovered that Chakra Balancing would help me fine-tune my psychic abilities. I know that I was merely looking for a way to ‘improve what was already there’.

With an armful of self help books and the aid of Google, I randomly browsed any and all reading matter I deemed appropriate, expecting my intuition to guide me in finding ways to tune my abilities.

While discovering all manner of meditative exercises intended to sharpen my psychic gifts, I happened across “the chakra”.

Well, not exactly the one chakra, but the seven, the twelve, the thirty-two... depending on which publication you chose to believe.

I was an immediate convert. These seven little spinning wheels (I thought I would start at seven and work my way up from there) were going to guide me down the path to becoming a , more rounded, ‘sensitive’, tuned-in individual, amongst other things.

My first chakra balancing meditation was an amazing experience, unlike some other first time life experiences. The little spinning wheels didn’t want to all spin in the right direction at first, but with practice, I thought I had cracked it. Once I felt that they were all cleansed, balanced and aligned, I came out of my meditative state feeling all floaty and wonderful.

I recall walking around the whole day with a silly grin on my face, as if on a cloud. I felt GOOD! There was no feeling of ‘will people notice a difference in me, now that I have done it?’

As with any ‘self improvement’ exercise, whether a simple effective meditation or a week long retreat, we must eventually return to ‘living in the real world’.

I admit that I didn’t think that I would really notice much of a difference physically. After all, how could seven little spinning wheels that most people couldn’t actually see make any difference to my mundane day to day activities.?

I was working part time on a cash register in a little grocery store, so my job duties didn’t require me to fall into a trance and start connecting with my spirit guides. I was only there to ‘meet and greet’ customers, not give intuitive readings…

It was a Saturday, as I recall. We were busy. Friday night had obviously been quite an event for many of the customers I had to serve. One gentleman in particular seemed to be really under the weather. He must have hit the Jack Daniels pretty hard the night before, washed down with greasy food and cigarettes.

I was feeling sorry for the guy, until the moment he lumbered up to my till. My stomach began churning, my head began aching, and my mouth suddenly tasted like I was chewing tobacco…

I couldn’t understand it. These feelings would have made sense had I indulged the night before. Despite smoking cigarettes, I rarely if ever drink, plus I’m also a vegetarian. Greasy food rarely passes my lips, and certainly nothing a carnivore would cross the road for…

My relief at the departure of Mr. ‘morning after the night before’ only lasted until the approach of Miss ‘If this queue doesn’t move any faster, I am going to miss my pilates class’.

The moment she appeared, I felt as if I had been whacked in the head with a two by four. My face reddened and the pit of my stomach began boiling. I didn’t think it was a ‘fallen chakra’, but when you’re new to the whole chakra perception experience, you never can tell…

After the morning’s emotional roller coaster, I welcomed lunchtime with open arms. Finally, 30 minutes of relief from the relentless sensory overload . I enjoyed my brief repast, and then I returned to the register and my continuing sensory slaughter.

I began to realise that for some people, the shopping experience provokes something akin to road rage. Whether behind the wheels of a shopping cart or the wheel of an automobile, they lose all sense of proportion. Their mantra seems to be ‘every man for himself; check out clerks beware!’ I felt as welcome as a trooper at a speed trap.

As an Empath, I had grown accustomed to picking up on people’s emotions, but never to such a physical degree. I had often perceived the odd bodily twinge telling me where my clients felt discomfort, and I was frequently able to ‘see’ any physical malady in the form of a ‘black mark’ across their body.

Now I became concerned that I was going to have to start keeping a supply of aspirin with me at all times, or at worst, start donning a Kevlar vest to keep out the unwelcome ‘vibes’ that were having a such dramatic physical effect on me.

A few weeks later, as I was relaying my recent experiences to a like-minded friend, she asked me if I closed my chakras after meditation. Setting the little wheels spinning in the right direction, cleansing and aligning them had been enough of an experience; I didn’t realize that once the exercises were over, they might require more ‘maintenance’.

It hadn’t occurred to me that my chakras might need to be closed in order for me to function properly in the ‘real’ world.

Once I followed her suggestion, lo and behold, any physical feelings I experienced afterwards were happily, entirely my own, unless I chose otherwise.

So, when browsing the self-improvement library, meditation virgins beware. Self-help can equally become self-destruct when dealing with the stresses and strains of an everyday existence.

Grounding is not just for electrical apparatus. As with many things in life, protection is of utmost importance. When sharpening your awareness, be careful not to cut yourself!

©2007 L.Matthews