Becoming Amorah

Describe a decision you made in the past that helped you learn or grow.

I’ve said before that I was told my all-time favourite spiritual name, Amorah, which resonates for me in so many ways. It’s a Hebrew name, my guide is Hebrew, I’m named after the first woman prophet in Israeli history, my middle name is Ann, mother of Mary Magdalene, and my father was adopted into a Jewish family.

It’s not a wonder I feel Amorah as being the true me. I’m also a writer and speaker and Amorah means she who communicates. But for me, it means loving-light. Amor Rah. It’s changed the way I work.

Sorry to repeat that for those who have read this before, but the answer to the question wouldn’t have made sense without that perspective, for those who may not have seen it.

The normal answer

Would have been putting my feet on the spiritual path with the help of my mentor, that helped me to learn and grow. Connecting to the energy of my favourite name was the catalyst that drew all the work I’ve ever done to one point.

Love is the creative, building, healing, connecting emotion, yet it’s vilified as woke. However, how many of us want to connect with ‘not woke?’ Most normal people have no ambition to be the person who starts a war, a trade war, or defiles any religion with violence. Even be a social media troll. Why would we? It makes no sense.

Be proud that you’re not in their tribe.

Fear -v- love

Humans polarise, and then they fight for their beliefs out of fear that they’re wrong. It’s that simple. Those in a place of love who love and respect themselves wouldn’t even consider that they needed to prove anything to anyone.

I can talk politics because I honestly don’t mind how other people vote, that’s the meaning of democracy and I choose democracy over any other political system. Each person has one vote, you cast it and the chips fall where they fall.

The constant arguments, right through to wars, give me even more respect for love and everything that comes with it, and absolutely no respect for the alternative.

So that’s the answer to the question, finding my favourite name clarified who I was and what I wanted to share in my work.

However

Yesterday I spoke to a friend who was struggling with her family. My family walked away from me and that made me feel like I must be the worst person on the planet.

It gave me time to stand back. When I went back I was more the observer and in honesty I didn’t like what I saw. I’m not going into it, people are who they are, it’s just that for the first time I realised that I didn’t fit, it was me that didn’t work in my family because I’m on a totally different journey.

That made being thrown out the right thing for me, and I went from feeling weak and battered to peaceful that I didn’t fit.

This is no disrespect to them, especially the younger generation. It simply is how it is. I was meant to find and walk this path and it changed me.

This is the point I put to my friend, that it’s not an insult to be thrown out of the wrong company.

So if you, like me, believe that we all need to work together to try to help this tortured world. To refuse to engage with anything bipartisan, any us and them, through lying, cheating, stealing, right up to violence, abuse, and war. Just be that person.

We are right, and no matter how woke anyone thinks we are, no matter how many times they insult us, they just reinforce the point:

Anger divides – love connects.

This was posted on Facebook today and that friend shared it with me.

Best love to you and yours.

Deb xx