Enlightenment Junkies: The Quest for the Perfect “Healer”

I was just finished reading a fantastic book by Jamie Sams called “Dancing the Dream.” The book is an excellent source of illumination if you need some extra guidance on your journey–whatever journey it maybe. One term really stood out to me: enlightenment junkies.

We all know of or have met those people who believe they are the right road–that they need to be relentless about how much of a “healer” they are. People go on healer quests all the time and often end up in groups lead by an  enlightenment junkies.They preach about how they have healing abilities, or some divine secret wisdom and understanding of the world that no one else could ever possibly understand. They know everything thing there is to know about the world and how to gain access to it. They have meetings, run talks, have groups–and followers–and sermonize enlightenment. Then, when they are done preaching, when they aren’t in their group, when they are just being them….they are completely different people. Control freaks. Know it all’s. They don’t practice what they preach and are flawed and broken–searching. They are not the same person they are when they are hooked on that enlightenment drug.


True healers don’t need to tell everyone what they do, or try to gain “groupies”. Nor do they feel the inclination to tell someone they can heal them or fix them. True healers heal in different ways. Some of us have the ability of energy healing. Others the ability to guide and teach people strategies for living. And healers like me, who use art and dance to create self-confidence and wisdom through movement. There is no need to lead everyone down enlightenment road. We do our work because it’s what we are meant to do–we do it without even thinking. We heal and inspire people when we don’t know we are doing it–even when we are struggling on the path as well.

Originally I started teaching dance because I wanted to share my love of it. For 6 years I taught women the art of Belly Dance. When I walked into class it was to have fun and teach something exciting to those who wanted to learn. Unbeknownst to me I was actually teaching women to love themselves regardless of body type. I will never forget after a private session for a birthday party, a woman came over to me when I was getting ready to leave and said, “this is the first time I have ever felt beautiful in my own body.”  I have moved on to teaching my Primal Fusion classes, which teach both men and women that deep inside them, they have this strong assertive confident spirit that can control their own destiny. “Dance with intention,” is what I always say at the beginning of class. I plant the seed in all my students and those I meet, that they are powerful. strong, and despite what they think-have more confidence and magick residing inside them than they ever could imagine. A student told me that this is the first time in their life that they have ever felt as confident as they do now.


We are all flawed. No on is perfect. The truth is, the perfect healer is——-yourself. You heal by learning. By what you can handle and what you can’t. What makes you stronger and what makes you weak. What brings you up and what brings you down. Yes, you can go outside of yourself and meet other healers–who are just like you–flawed–but capable of invigorating and inspiring you a bit more. But you are your own healer.

Self empower.

Live to inspire.

Courage and Spirituality

“Courage, above all things, is the first quality of a warrior.” ~Carl von Clausewitz

“The most courageous act is still to think for yourself. Aloud.”― Coco Chanel

I am a very strong person. I have a tough skin. I have a strong personality. But my strongest quality–is that I am real. What you see is what you get. I don’t sugar coat my feelings or thoughts. I don’t believe in being phony. I don’t believe in accommodating who I am just to appease another. I speak up when I see something wrong. When I feel like something is wrong….even if I know that what I am saying will make enemies and I will ultimately lose friends.

I believe in the power of struggle. I feel that we grow through experience–and live through our choices–good or bad. Yes, sometimes we fall so hard that it seems like we are drowning and will never breathe again. But this is what gives us the scars of the spiritual warrior. It’s what makes us stronger.

There are moments where I feel like this world is becoming one where people are relying on each other for the wrong reasons. Giving to people in need is one thing: a persons loses their house to fire, a person is seriously ill and insurance has stopped covering them, a person with a disability who can’t work needs a little extra help, a homeless shelter, a woman’s shelter, a trustworthy charity. I think those are the people/places who really need us to combine efforts and help.

I do not believe that we should live in a “give me give me” society.  I feel personally that this world is becoming a place where people just feel that they are obligated to get things from others because of their choices–OR, because they feel they are privileged/popular enough that others should pay for their personal endeavors.


I don’t believe one person should work harder so another person can work less. Especially in the case of doing or getting something you need/want on your own. I believe in working hard to do what you need to do to survive. Even IF this means living on very little.  We all struggle. But I feel at the end of the day–if you work hard to do what you to-send that energy out in the Universe-you will survive. Everything you want will come into fruition–even if it take a really long time or you need to struggle. If you have a dream of doing something big and amazing–and work hard to obtain that–it will happen.

My grandmother is 87 years old. She is the MOST influential person in my life. She is my inspiration. One of the two most important people in my life (the other being my amazing partner). She was forced into a German work camp in WWII at the age of 14. At 18, still living in the newly liberated camp, she met and married my grandfather and had my aunt. A year later–with NOTHING but the clothes on their backs–they boarded a ship to America. They left a world where they struggled to survive and then came to a foreign country with no family and few friends. They had nothing. They did not speak English. They had no money. And yet…..they thrived. They never asked for anything from anyone. They worked hard.  The moved to Boston, got steady jobs, learned English, saved enough money to buy a house and a car (though my grandmother took public transportation — and still does!) and eventually raised four children–without asking for anything. I get that tenacity from my grandmother. No matter how low I have gotten–even if they meant living off of $10 a week….I made it. I knew it wouldn’t be easy. I got a job bringing home a measly $100/week-and yet still managed to pay my tuition, rent, bills, and buy basic necessities. I graduated as a Medical Assistant, Now I have an amazing job and an amazing life and I did it with a lot of sweat and tears and ramen noodles.  I currently applying to go back to college in the fall, where at the age of 32, I can finally obtain my dream of becoming a veterinarian.


Does this mean I am not spiritual or lack spiritual insight and compassion? No. It just means that my values maybe a bit different from another persons. We live a world of shadows. People are afraid now to say how they feel. Being spiritual does not mean sacrificing your values or personal beliefs in fear of judgment from others.  We are allowed to still speak about what we feel and think. It doesn’t mean you are “less” spiritual–less of a healer–less of a human–because you feel the need to address something that is constantly pushing your personal values over the edge.

I fear nothing. And I will never apologize for stating my beliefs or values, even if it’s at the cost of losing friends and making enemies.

I know in the end…whatever it is I need to face-I can and I will.

Part of being a spiritual person is having courage.

And as my favorite wizard Dumbledore said, “It takes a great deal of bravery to stand up to our enemies, but just as much to stand up to our friends.”