The Bottom Line About Humanity’s Thirst for Power

I recall it was 2000 or early 2001. I was driving in my slick new silver Chevy Malibu with fancy gold detail on the tire rims. (I didn’t know it then, but this leased vehicle would be repossessed in the dark of night in about two months.) A talk-radio station was on and they were running the news. “A five-month-old German Shepherd puppy was dragged behind a pickup truck on a Toronto highway yesterday. The owner, who tied the dog behind the vehicle, says that he was angry at the puppy for chewing his shoes. Other motorists saw the incident and numerous calls were placed to authorities. The puppy suffered severe injuries and the county Humane Society is considering the option for a two-leg amputation, yet sources report that, due to the extent of the wounds, euthanasia is most likely. Per Ontario law, no criminal charges have been filed against the owner, although he has been given a $500 fine,” the news voice said, before moving to the next story. I pulled over to the grassy shoulder of the road, turned off my car, and cried.

Some time later, a petition was circulated by the Society for Cruelty to Animals and the laws were strengthened to provide Ontario judges with increased maximum penalties for the crime of “Cruelty to Animals” that equated to a ten-thousand dollar fine and up to ten years in prison. (Though, still today, this is just an upper limit option that is rarely handed down.) I participated in the petition, gathered signatures, and searched the depths of my soul to try to understand why anyone would want to hurt an innocent animal. What could be done to deter them from doing it again in the future? I knew that a stronger penalty was not the real fix and it wouldn’t stop someone if they were inclined to abuse. I soon got a personal education on abuse, and I think that I got my answer in the end.

I had been dating a guy named Brad whom I loved more than he loved me. (Or more accurately, more than he was able to.) I desperately wanted him to love me back and I made excuses for much of his bad behavior. He was adopted and he feared rejection from women—a wound of which he reminded me each time I threatened to break up with him. But I didn’t want to lose him; all I really wanted was to love the brokenness right out of him—that is, until I found him in bed with his nineteen-year-old neighbor. Yes, I actually walked into his house and caught them in the act. I ended it with him on the spot. This time I had no choice.

Over the next two months, Brad drunkenly broke into my ground-floor apartment three times, with his violence escalating each time. It was that second time, however, that I managed to dial 911 while Brad had my phone cord wrapped around my neck, choking the breath from me. “Were you with another guy tonight? Who dropped you off? Do you think I’m stupid?” He yelled in my ear with the force of a lion. “If the police come, you’ll be sorry, Penny.”

The police did come, and I was sorry.

A few days later, Brad broke into my apartment again, this time through my bedroom window while I was sleeping. (He easily bent open the window bars that my dad had installed after the last incident.) I woke up to a real-life nightmare. In a blink I was on the hall floor and Brad had a fist full of my hair from the back of my head. He forced my left cheek against the tile and held me down with the weight of his chest on my back. I looked around for something to grab. I could feel the winter air barreling through the open bedroom window and I could see my sweet cat Sabrina watching with her frightened doe look. She’s a cat that doesn’t have a mean bone in her body. I had rescued her from a life on the streets and she too had been abused. I called for her to run. She did.

My next-door neighbor, Glen, called the police that night. He was my landlord; a heavyset fifty-something man who spent most of his adult life in a wheelchair because he was paralyzed from the waist down as the result of a gang fight when he was young. The day before, he told me, “If that son-of-a—” He paused and ground his teeth. “If that piece of work comes back, I’ll crack him over the head myself with my baseball bat.” Properly matched with his cheese-grater trucker cap, Glen carried that bat everywhere. It was always tucked into the arm of his wheelchair, with the handgrip resting across his limp right knee.

After that night, I spent the better part of a month interned in a psychiatric hospital. Yep, it was the “depths of despair,” a line that had always resonated with me from the 1987 movie The Princess Bride. Though hospitalization didn’t cure my depression, it gave me a break from months of trauma. It was a solitary experience; patients mostly kept to themselves and blankly stared as though their spirits were traversing some other land. Maybe they were replaying their memories, or maybe they were just thoroughly dosed with Diazepam, Zoloft, and Paxil so they couldn’t think at all. (After all, I guess that’s the whole point.) For me, it was like a good long meditation. I wanted to know why some people hurt others. What kind of person would harm an animal? What benefit did Brad get from asserting his force over me? I believed with every cell of my body that there was more to it than what the psych ward doctors had explained to me. I could see it in their eyes, too; they knew that they didn’t have the answers. I wrote my thoughts in my journal and I sketched out ideas where an energetically depleted person sucks energy from a less physically powerful being. A cycle was emerging and it had everything to do with viral energy.

To reference my milkshake analogy, a kink in a person’s energy-straw will leave them starving to be energetically filled up. Some people are pinched off from life’s magical force due to massive energy interference like their fears or a past hurt. Their unconscious self is a monster, an energy-empty monster, and it wants to survive. To do this it needs to find energy outside of itself. It becomes a predator and it finds vulnerable and easy targets. The monster is on level with the lower energies and this tends to affirm more of the same. They thirst for personal power and they want yours.

Remember, you can’t live without personal power; none of us can. It’s your energetic-presence. This is the vibrational level in which your being’s energy resonates. It’s the stratum of your personal energy and therefore the presence that you bring to your life and the life around you. It’s part of the human experience to struggle for this energy source—that is, at this stage in our evolution. We are on the threshold of the era of our spiritual evolution. We are awakening to viral energy, and will ultimately be reunited with our sponsoring light energy, the mother of all light.

The pitfall for individuals like Brad and the man in Toronto with the puppy tied to the back of his pickup truck, is that the abuser has not learned a better way to gain light energy.

For them, accessing low and heavy viral energy is learned and habitual.

And so, for many people, a chronic depletion of power will manifest in animal abuse, then child and spousal abuse, or the abuse of power over a population. We’ve heard the pattern before but maybe we’ve never understood it from a spiritual truth. It’s humanity’s great thirst for power. We see it in our world leaders, religious establishments, industries, on Wall Street, in the slums, in the suburbs, and at our kitchen tables. It is the Energy-Thirsty Cycle of Abuse (ETCA). It’s not to be confused with the standard cycle of abuse, which is: tensions build, incident happens, followed by reconciliation, calm, and it starts again—a cycle that moves in a circle. ETCA is different.

In the Energy-Thirsty Cycle of Abuse, individuals who are depleted of highly vibrating light energy will suck energy from targets around them by way of physical, emotional, verbal, or mental abuse. However, because this source can’t and never will keep up the energy-empty’s power source, they escalate their abuse over time in order to attempt bigger or lasting power rushes. Yet, no matter what they do, they cannot be satisfied or fulfilled because they are in flow with one of the lowest energy strata of “Indifference,” “Ignorance,” or “Hell.” This cycle moves in downward devolution, inverting the transfer of power to a lower level. If caught up here, you are actually handing over power to the mother of all darkness.


Energy-empty people often abuse others not to take their power, but because they have an urge to get their frustrations out on them—they want to purge what feels so bad, essentially wanting to give it away. But this will never work. The thing is, you can’t give away your energy vibration. By sharing it, you spread it virally, yet you do not “get it out.” In fact, you get more of whatever energy vibration you share.

Be aware of the energy-empty. Through your awareness, you can break their power over you—it’s both simple and magical. To put an end to abuse and negativity, we need to understand and put the phenomenon of viral energy to good use. Our Higher-Selves do not hurt each other, harm animals, cause war, or create discord with nature of any kind. It’s time to find another way to get fueled. It’s time to lift the curtain between wanting and awareness.



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Is Someone Undermining Your Dreams?

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Towards the end of the medieval period—or middle ages—undermining was a method for bringing down a castle’s curtain wall by digging a tunnel under the surrounding protective wall. The tunnel would then be intentionally collapsed, compromising the fortress walls and foundation below the tower or castle itself. Trained soldiers called “sappers” did the undermining. (Sounds like a fitting name.) And by the way, these tunnels weren’t dug overnight; if you were undermined, it was going on for a long time and it went unnoticed. However, if the king became aware of the sappers’ undermining, he would rapidly stop it and fortify the wall.


To undermine a person is kind of the same thing—to compromise one’s protective deflector shield. Today’s definition of undermining is: “To damage or weaken (someone or something), especially gradually or insidiously.”

So, here you are. It feels like the bottom fell out again. Some sapper (or Stage Five Energy Sucker!) has attacked your dreams and left you feeling deflated. If you’re ruminating over what happened, stop doing that. If you’re crying over the fight, or blaming someone else, stop doing that. If you can’t take any more, stop taking any more.

The undermining of your dreams, goals, milestones, and beliefs is negative and heavy viral energy that you don’t have to let in. Think of it like this: if someone were trying to hand you an apple, maybe one with a big fat worm in it, and you didn’t care for the apple, you would just wince and say, “Thank you, I’m going to pass on the offer.”

Or, let’s say that you were enjoying a day in the park, just sitting on a bench in the sunshine. You notice someone scooping their dog’s doo-doo and placing it in a bag. Then, rather boldly, they walk right over to the bench where you’re seated and attempt to hand you the steaming bag of their dog’s poop. Now, I’m just guessing here, but I bet you would not hesitate to say, “You can keep that! I do not accept it.”


You need not accept undermining any more than you would accept an apple with a worm or a hot load of doo-doo. The same response works very well: “I do not accept that.”

As it relates to your dreams, undermining often comes from someone whom you were hoping would—finally—acknowledge your accomplishment, support your goal or passion, be proud of you, and validate you in your journey. It’s important for you to know the difference between healthy feedback and foundation-shattering undermining. Some people just don’t have a clue how to support you or your dreams, and they are often a family member or close friend. If you really peeled back the onion, you might find that they are either jealous of your dreams, in fear that they are losing something because of who you are becoming, or fearful that your choices are putting you in peril in some way. So, that’s what’s going on with them; it doesn’t need to be your experience just because it’s theirs. If it doesn’t feel good, you don’t have to internalize other people’s beliefs or their opinions—you can plainly choose not to accept it.

When others attempt to undermine you, let them know that the jig’s up and you’re not having it. Keep your dreams sacred from those who are unable to support your vision.

Disallow these sappers to steal your power simply by letting them know that you don’t accept undermining. You will regain your foundation and avoid the same old implosions of your past.

In responding to sappers, keep in mind that undermining is often a battle over power and who will come out on top. Don’t wish to undermine their energy in return; each side thinks they are right and undermining the sappers will not get you closer to what you want and need. You see, it does not serve your empowerment to enrage others with your response. An emotion-based response lets the other person win because they’re taking (sapping) your energy and they know it. Let’s practice some responses to those who attempt to undermine you. As we try these out, also note that when facing a sapper in your life, leave out the word “but”—it’s a word that has a way of stirring the pot that, trust me, you don’t want to stir. You can use these replacements to the word “but”: “yet,” “and,” “at the same time,” or “still.” Here are several suggestions for ways that you might respond to a sapper in order to safeguard your creation energy and fortify your foundation:

“While I appreciate you wanting to provide feedback, at the same time I don’t accept negativity around the matter of my dreams, and so I am not in a place where I will internalize other people’s doubts and fears.”

“We have some areas of our core beliefs that are not exactly aligned with one another, and that’s okay. I will not argue with you on what’s so foundational to who you are, and I do not engage with any attempt to disempower my beliefs either.”

“You might not agree with me and I know that this is hard for you. Yet, I’m not asking for permission about what I choose to create.”

“I do not accept anyone’s attempt to undermine my dreams or accomplishments.”

“It feels as though you are trying to disempower me. I had hoped that you would support my dreams. Still, with or without your support, I know that I am serving my highest and intended purpose.”

“I admire your passion for what you believe in, and yet I have to tell you that it comes off as insularly. I have my own ideas and experiences that support my beliefs. I think it’s okay that we respectfully agree to disagree.”

“I’m sure your intention is to be helpful. Yet, what I’m hearing is about your own beliefs and ideas, which are wonderful for you. At the same time, I am going to follow my truth and I have every valid reason to know that I am on the right path.”


You can cut off the access that energy-sappers have to you. Take responsibility and acknowledge that this didn’t exactly happen overnight; you’ve let other people undermine you in the past. They might believe that there is a weakness in you at which they can chip away. Not anymore. Disengage their access to your creation power. Stop emotionally reacting to other people’s doubts and fears. Do not accept being dejected from your own dreams, and practice a thoughtful response to those who would, even if unwittingly, undermine you and your vision.


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