“All I have believed in is false. How can I keep teaching and helping people using what I have believed in when it doesn’t work…?”
There was no sign of the impending hole until Ruthie was deep inside—when wham!—a crisis of belief. It was bleak, dark; she felt alone, lost, and very unhappy that her dream was lying in pieces on the floor.
Ruthie is a Lightworker, skilled in many forms of energy healing, having helped hundreds of people with improving and enhancing their mind, body, soul, and spirit and helping them understand their link between this 3D world and the lighter dimensions. She walks her talk.
Since childhood she’d had a dream. Recently, some seemingly synergistic events led her to believe her dream would become reality. For a year she lived the manifestation, trusting the Universe, and doing everything she could to help this 3D world bring about her dream.
Suddenly, it became apparent there were show-stoppers, even for the Universe, to make all the pieces of the jigsaw fit. That her dream would not happen. A punishing realization. Alan could only be there as the dynamic ball of emotions (Ruthie) ranted and cried for days.
Still fully feeling these powerful and negative emotions, she tried to function and begin the climb out of the hole. It was her Parking Angel who came to the rescue. Ruthie instinctively asked for a space, there it was, the only one in a tiny car park! Amazingly, that was all it took to whisk her out of the depth.
For Alan, a combination of a long-held bereavement, life, work, and a diagnosis of Menieres led to a massive breakdown, a complete lack of confidence, and clinical depression. An inability to function meant basic survival was the only way. It had been a slow burn, yet when he eventually “fell,” the crisis-of-belief hole was all encompassing.
A clinical psychologist taught him how to re-think situations; those close to him held his hand step by step. Through the wisdom of energy healers, he found the beauty of his lighter self—enhancing his life and the lives of those he knows and those he meets. He ultimately realized he had suffered a crisis of belief in Self.
Running Out of Glue—A Realization
Prior to everything falling apart, we somehow hold it together. Bits of us fly off, we force them back on, more fall off, we glue them back until we suddenly run out of glue and BOOM.
Suffering a crisis of belief is devastating. We experience a destruction of our previous beliefs so big that it forces a definitive shift in our Way. It can feel like shockwaves rippling through our physical and emotional layers.
We need ways to handle the fallout—step by small step.
Give time time—to heal, to transform, to allow you to experience what has happened. Sit with it, stare it down. Find a quiet place where you can be alone or with someone you trust and let yourself totally feel all the raw emotions. Cry, shout, rant, whatever you need to move and release those emotions.
Pieces of us fall off for a reason: they often no longer serve us, are no longer part of who we truly are. Now is the time to look at these pieces, as they lie there on the floor, and take this invaluable opportunity to choose which ones, if any, to pick up and take forward.
Shedding old phases of our life, or wished for dreams, is like a snake shedding its skin or a caterpillar transforming into a beautiful butterfly.
A crisis of belief reminds us that the Universe and our lighter selves are far wiser than our 3D ego-led Being for—at whatever stage we are on our unique spiritual path—a stumble is always possible.
A measure of our growth is how quickly we realize that hopes and dreams can be wonderful and life-enhancing and, equally, when they are not truly for our highest good, they can feel devastating.
An upside of experiencing a crisis of belief is that we become more. More people of light, courage, joy. We break through the darkness like a new dawn, which allows us to progress on our life journey.
These powerful feelings from Oliver White resonate with us, and they may help you too.
Your immense wisdom
came
Wave upon wave
Pulsing through me
Smashing through barriers
Tearing-up rhythms of Ways forced upon me
Forcing me to realise to them I do not belong
Unblocking night-dreams haunted for years
Now from my depths shines My light
