In my line of work, getting insulted is all in a day’s good work.
Our oeuvre is a perennial target of the orthodoxy. British columnists include us in articles about ‘JUNK SCIENCE’ and liken The Field to Star Wars. A skeptic once claimed that listening to me was like listening to Martha Stewart after she’d baked and eaten hash brownies.
I was eight months pregnant with my first daughter when we launched WDDTY. Moments before I was due to appear on a TV debate with a prominent doctor columnist, he leaned over and informed me, sotto voce, that my obstetrician, an active birth specialist, was up on charges of incompetence.
Being spat upon by someone, somewhere is the prerequisite of a journalistic job well done. Otherwise, all you are doing is public relations.
I tell you all this to emphasize how surprised I was be derailed by a fairly mild exchange that occurred recently during a seminar I’d been teaching at The Crossings in Austin, Texas. An older woman approached me in the break and spent some minutes agitatedly complaining that she couldn’t understand what I was saying, it was all far too much, too fast, and I’d been a waste of her good money. I attempted to reason with her, but she seemed clearly agitated. After I refused to allow her to put up information about a website, she looked at me uncomprehendingly for a moment, before reaching for her best shot: “You are a. . . a. . .JOKE!”
Given the kind of insults that usually get lobbed our way, this was extraordinarily tame, but for some reason, it got to me. It may have been something to do with the fact that it was Mother’s day in the UK, which I hadn’t known when we booked the date, and I’d been acutely aware that I was more than 4000 miles away from my husband and two children.
I decided to handle it all publicly, particularly since we’d just discussed negative intention and how to protect yourself from it. I announced what had happened to the group and asked the woman to please leave (she already had, as it turned out). As I attempted to resume, I found myself inexplicably beginning to tear up.
Tunnel of love
And then something remarkable happened. One by one, a number of the audience members stood up, walked to the front of the room, and began to lock arms around me. I became entirely encased in a group hug that was five persons deep from all sides. I felt an enormous current surge through me, which immediately changed my state, shook off the negative vibes, and left me laughing and restored. A perfect antedote to negative intention. Shame we couldn’t have given the woman a group hug, too.
Talk about a Circle of Life.
Try this at home or at work. If you become aware of some malevolent intention, ask those around you or your loved ones, to circle around you, arms locked, and to send you loving intention. Allow yourself to remain in your Tunnel of Love until faith is restored.
While in that circle, I also thought of what Dr. John Diamond, who first discovered behavioral kinesiology (muscle testing of toxic thoughts) calls the ‘homing thought’. Diamond discovered one thought that could overcome any sort of negative influence, or debilitating idea or situation.
The homing thought that each of us can hold on to is our ultimate aspiration or purpose in life: each person’s special gift or talent that not only gives one a sense of joy but also union with the Absolute. Dr. Diamond uses the term ‘homing thought’ because it reminds him of the direction finder that lost aeroplane pilots use to find their way home.
‘It holds us steadfast,’ he once wrote, ‘on our course.’
Whenever we are besieged by the darkest of intentions, we might best protect ourselves when holding on to the thought of what we have been born to do.