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A Spiritual Journey | The Akashic Records
The afternoon I had my reading with Leanne was January 6th, 2021, the day the US Capital building was attacked.
I knew nothing of the collective events that had been unraveling while I was communicating with The Universe until well after I arrived home. As I scrolled through the news stories and watched footage of the riot, I was hit with a wave of shame — although it was hard to pinpoint exactly what or who I was ashamed of — immediately followed by a feeling of heavy exhaustion.
In the days and weeks after, I spent as much time in bed as possible. I didn’t want to eat, or think, or talk about anything. My wife began telling me she was worried about me, and I couldn’t argue with her. I was worried too.
I have dealt with bouts of depression at different times in my life. I am intimately familiar with the crushing sadness and the bottomless well of hopelessness that follows you into your dreams, but that wasn’t what I was feeling. It was smaller, quieter — almost like a distant cousin of depression.
Apathy.
I simply had no interest, enthusiasm, or concern for anything. I wasn’t analyzing the apathy or agonizing over its appearance — I didn’t care. Nothing mattered. Nothing was real.
