Soul Connection

I attended a Rebecca Campbell workshop on the weekend. I knew it would crack me open on a level that I hadn't been before, but I didn't expect it to be as soul affirming as it was. I am still tingling with anticipation and excitement for the conversation I have started with my soul, and that I know will continue long into this life, and the lives I have yet to come.

For those of you who don't know Rebecca, this is her bio...

Rebecca Campbell is an international bestselling writer, poet, healer, ritualist, spiritual teacher, visionary, artist and mystic.

I found her during lock-down (remember that), where I was desperate to use the enforced 'rest' I had been given for the good.

My days included going for a 5 mile walk in the lanes around my home. Heady with the smell of spring flowers bursting into life around me, I played audio books as I went. Rebecca was one of the authors I listened too. As mumma nature came to life around me, she and others brought my soul back to life, and I have been slowly integrating soul work every since.

Last year whilst looking for a suitable birthday present for a friend (who I had introduced to Rebecca's books and oracle cards) the above workshop came up. It couldn't have been more perfect.

The workshop was everything I had been hoping for and so much more. I laughed, cried, danced, chanted, meditated and journalled. I hugged complete strangers as if I knew them (my soul did). We were invited to sit and look into and beyond the eyes of another, and to let them look into and beyond ours. Finding the light behind, and looking directly into our souls. Powerful beyond words.

I have long believed that we are souls on a physical journey. That we have had, and will have, many lifetimes in many bodies. But, the downside to living a material existence, and now more than ever, is that we forget that we are primarily souls, seeking love.

We don't see each other on that level anymore. What started as a desire to seek a material life and learn from it has become a cage that our souls are now locked in. It left me feeling that our souls must oftentimes feel very lonely. That they have no other souls to play with.

To take opportunties like Saturday to reconnect with ourselves first and foremost, and then with other souls is just the best balm we could offer ourselves and wakes us up in ways that we have all been waiting for.

I've felt so connected with myself since I got home. So open to listening to what my soul is yearning for and to continue the dialogue. I'm done with distractions that just keep me dumbed down and out of connection with me.

Interestingly, on the tube home on Saturday we sat down opposite a young couple. The girl was tapping furiously at her phone in her hand. The only thing she was conscious of was whatever it was on her screen. Her boyfriend sat beside her glancing at her again and again as if willing her to look up and notice him. To connect with him. She didn't and eventually he pulled his phone out too.

Similarly on Sunday whilst out on a run with my friend, we passed an older couple (probably around my own age) out walking their dog. The man just ahead with the dog, the woman walking slower behind as all her attention was on the phone in her hand. She was missing so much. The beauty of the day, sun shining through the trees, birds in magnificent song, and like the young girl on the tube, the opportunity to connect, really connect, with the soul walking beside her.

How did we get here? I wanted to shout and shake them awake, to make them see what they were missing out on.

How did electronic devices become our go too for everything. Our world shrunk to electronic data on a screen. How did artificial intelligence replace soul intelligence.

Our souls desire to be here in human form was certainly to experience life on a physical level. But in doing so we have forgotten that we are souls first; spiritual beings that will always return to that form when our physical bodies are done. There is no balance, and it is in the balance that we find the sweet spot and the beauty. Able to appreciate the physical, through the lens of the spiritual.

I haven't missed the irony that I am publishing this in the digital realm. To be sent out to the 'ether' and read on hand held devices that take so much of our attention and drain us.

The digital world is here to stay (well, until someone turns it off!) and so I guess we have to learn to use it whilst still standing firmly in our connection with our soul self.

Part of the lesson our souls signed up for, but one that we seem to be losing on a grand scale at the moment.

One of the things that my soul called me to do at the weekend was to stand up. To trust my connection with myself, and to use my voice to impart the wisdom of my ancestors who never forgot why they were here.

Times have silenced us though, especially women. Sent us into the shadows for speaking our truth. For telling the story of who we are and how the sacred feminine has had enough of being banished to the corners of society.

We have long been operating under a male/patriarchal society. Again losing balance.

I chose to come here in this time, and I have to believe that my soul had a purpose, no, I do believe that my soul has a purpose. It is to be loud, confident, bold and unafraid of how I am received.

Women have long been burdened with the notion that it is our appearance that is the only measure other people have of us. And what that appearance is and should be changes on a near daily basis. So, we can never achieve the notion of 'what we should be'.

That ideal shattered within me a long time ago. But it has taken me until now to realise that it matters so much less in how people take what I say, and so much more that I just say it. If it brings just one woman along for the journey then it is worth it.

So, watch this space as I share my voice through story telling and my take on this thing called 'being human' and how I feel about our soul life.

Helen x