21/09/2025
What a blessing it was not just to open my home, my healing and my sacred space to others. I spent most of my time observing, and I loved every minute of it. The flow of energies and even some entities continued for quite a few hours, it was truly som**hing to behold. So last night as I simmered down from the day l, there was only one conclusion i was met with once again. There isn’t a single person, sinner, saint, guru or shishya who doesn’t carry some kind of ailment, grief, pain or stress. The discovery was tender and humbling and it made me think back to an interaction between my son and I in December 2018.
We were doing some shopping in a mall in Vanderbijlpark. For those who knows my story will know that for a while he had been struggling with crystal m**h. I asked him why he struggled to keep up, and his answer shook me to the core of my existance. CJ did not want me to feel embarrassed by being seen with me. I told him, plainly, that I loved him not only when things were going well but also when he was at his lowest, that nothing he can ever do, would embarrass me. I reached out and asked him to come and walk next to me, because that is where he belongs.
This morning when I woke, that memory rose again. It made me think about how easily society judges and ostracises people who do not fit a narrow expectation.
The healing work, the tender work, is to keep a safe space for everyone, not just for the people we agree with or the ones who look or act a certain way.
True compassion is not selective. It holds space for everyone, the successful and the fallen, the loud and the quiet. We are called to be a refuge, a place of gentle welcome, for all.
Who are we anyway to decide who is fallen and who is not? The path becomes clear only when we walk with Spirit. If we stay obedient and follow, we will be met with mercy, always. Who we sit with becomes irrelevant, beggars and kings are equal in the eyes of our creator. All we should do is remain faithful to the voice that calls us to love.
