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Confessions of a Spiritual Teacher:
Thank God(dess) That I Don’t Have to be Perfect!


Perfection (doing it right) is not required to be a Spiritual Teacher. Actually, imperfection is required. Imperfection opens the way for connection and safety, which are absolutely required for a Teacher (more on this later).

  • If I had to be perfect, I probably wouldn’t be writing this and you wouldn’t be reading this article.
  • If I had to be perfect I would never be doing the work that I love so much.
  • If I had to be perfect, my children would (probably) not be the happy, successful and wonderfully amazing people who they are (at least not yet).
  • If I had to be perfect, I would not be enjoying my life regardless of the challenges and imperfections.

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“Hi Sarah, I would like to express my gratitude for the great and incredibly effective sessions on emotional work I had with you.

Here is a small testimonial which I would like to write for everybody who is on the Path to Enlightenment. We all know we have shadow energies within us, and most of the times we spend our positive energy trying to suppress them and pretending we are above all of that, without realizing how badly this approach affects all areas of our lives. For the past 10 years I was individually working on releasing my shadow energies such as fear, and most importantly – shame (which disguised itself skilfully under various masks). However the effect was minor and I was making slow progress, until I came across Sarah Biermann’s articles, and subsequently website, and sessions. The results of her work with me were /still are amazing! Sarah’s techniques are on the cutting-edge of Emotional Spiritual Healing and they are so effective, that one would be surprised by the speed with which the old patterns / problems and shadow energies disperse and new and Divine begins to unfold. It affected my entire life from relationship with people to financial issues within the matter of days! Overall I am now a very Happy Expanding Shameless Being on incredible life journey which would be (and used to be) bumpier and pricklier if I had not had these emotional freedom sessions with Sarah.

I recommend this course to everyone who is tired of vicious circle of troubles and mood/fortune swings, and really wants to break through to live full, happy and creative life! With love and light.” Diana Falby

As more and more waves of light flow in to our planet, more of the shadow energies are being illuminated, exposing old, stuck emotions. Unless you know how to deal with this, you can be thrown off your path. This is why it is imperative for Lightworkers to clear your emotional residue, be aware of what is and isn’t yours and develop excellent emotional skills.

I invite you to join me in the Emotional Freedom Program. You will learn:

* How to know when you are being passes emotions from others and how to clear them.
* How to language about emotions in a way that keeps you from being overwhelmed and lost in identification with the emotion.
* How to “mirror” other people (family, friends, clients) so that they can release emotion in a way that doesn’t hurt you.
* How to clear the emotional content of your “story” so that it doesn’t control you anymore.
* How the thoughts and emotions relate. How to end that continuous loop that keeps you trapped and unfulfilled.
* At the end of this program you will be have the skills to handle emotional experiences while still maintaining your stable and safe center. You will have gained unshakable emotional composure, knowing that whatever happens on earth is only a transitory dream projected in time and space by ourselves. We only need to take it seriously in so far as it adds to our experience.

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During my adolescence, in what I now realise was a dysfunctional family that left me deeply traumatized, rock music was the San Andreas fault between my father and I. I was a shy, sensitive, unconfident teenager: my rebellion was of the ingrown toenail kind that turns upon itself and festers unseen. By contrast, my father was an assured, almost bombastic figure who seemed to have a strong grip on the tiller of life. But instead of nurturing me to make my own decisions, I was assaulted with predetermined outcomes that never quite worked. My father loathed rock music with a vengeance. He used to bellow with laughter when recounting a story about the one-time organist of Bristol cathedral who had been asked what he thought of modern music. This paragon of wit replied that he thought nothing of it, as it wasn’t music. When this trouser-wetting morality tale failed to curb my appetite for rock, I was issued with a classical guitar and sent off for lessons. I can still feel the humiliation I endured strapping the guitar in its oblong cardboard box to the back of my motorcycle – another bone of contention – and careening through the streets, carrying what appeared to be a small coffin, for a few painful lessons before the guitar was mercifully reemployed as a dust-gatherer.

I felt completely alienated from my family. My school grades, once so promising, tumbled; I never made it to college. The only thing that resonated with me and my friends – themselves all battling dysfunction at home – was music. It was the mid-1970s and the rock scene bristled with a new generation of stars. From England came Queen, Rod Stewart and Pink Floyd. Fleetwood Mac blended British Blues with sun-drenched SoCal soft-rock. From across the Atlantic came Neil Young, Jackson Browne and Tom Petty. Billy Joel’s literate piano ballads counter-pointed Bruce Springsteen’s dispossessed working class rock. It was all grist to my mill. Listening to the radio, way down low, in the dark of my room; or getting drunk at a party, eyeing the girls to whom I was completely invisible, rock music was my lifeline.

Naturally enough, I tried to emulate my heroes. I began writing song lyrics as a way of journaling the pain of daily existence. I bought an electric guitar. I became the archetypal bedroom songwriter: sitting on my bed, surrounded by chord sheets and “half a page of scribbled lines,” as Pink Floyd put it, strumming an unplugged electric guitar and mumbling incoherent vocals. Some years later there was a band, its brief existence terminating in a cloud of marijuana smoke and bad blood. The guitar went to the pawn shop but the lyric writing continued; to date there are over 750 of them.

Despite my love for music, I always found the actual process of playing an instrument and singing to be incredibly tiring. After just 10 minutes of playing I felt too exhausted to continue; consequently I never mastered either my instrument or my voice. At one point a music club sprang up which promoted original songwriters. At last it felt like there was a home for my quirky guitar style and half-choked vocals that made Bob Dylan sound like an opera singer. I dragged myself in front of a microphone and in front of an audience for the first time in my life. ‘Dragged’ is the operative word: my feet were leaden, my throat parched, my bladder bursting despite four visits to the toilet in the last hour. Every strum of my guitar required herculean effort. Every word had to be squeezed out of a pair of lungs that, no matter how deeply I breathed, defied Nature with their vacuum. I staggered through a brief yet interminable set where I experienced a very close approximation to dying. Someone clapped, probably because it was over.

I could easily have given up. But one thing my father strongly modelled for me was the belief that, in the face of failure, you grit your teeth. “To succeed, you simply have to outlast failure,” I read somewhere. Time after time I hauled myself off to the music club, my stomach a pit of butterflies, and gouged out a few songs. On occasions I lacked the emotional courage to show up; I beat myself up for that. Other times I went and played abysmally; I beat myself up for that too. The music that I loved to my core was also a source of profound pain.

But somewhere along this masochistic path, I learned how to write songs. Despite my technical shortcomings, the other songwriters in the club were genuinely encouraging. I redoubled my efforts. I took singing lessons, but to no avail: I could hit the notes during practice, but as soon as I was in front of an audience I couldn’t breathe. I had voice training, emitting ‘oohs’ and ‘aahs’ for hours on end. Nothing changed. I abandoned live playing once and for all.

Half a decade passed. Then a breakthrough happened. I caught up with an old music friend. She was deeply into the New Age movement and said, “I love your songs but I can never understand a word. It might be a throat chakra blockage.” She sent me off to a woman who laid me on a massage table and performed some strange hand gestures. Slowly but surely, the seizure I felt in my throat whenever I sang began to dissipate. But my guitar still felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. It wasn’t enough to entice me back onto a stage.

In parallel with this sorry tale, the rest of my life was equally unsuccessful. I became profoundly interested in personal development and experienced some massive breakthroughs, particularly around my sexuality. This led me to an awareness of shame and the unseen role it plays in crippling our lives. It also led me to Sarah Biermann at ImagiCreation. For all the progress I had made in clearing out negative beliefs, I still felt walled off from true, free-flowing expression. I had a session with Sarah and the one-and-only St. Germain; in the following weeks I had a series of insights into specific shames that had been trapping me all my life. One of these was a massive shame about presenting myself in public. As soon as I became conscious of this shame, I felt a millstone fall from around my neck. I knew instantly what it was. Out came the guitar, dusty from long disuse. It felt light in my hands. My voice soared. My head swam. Old lyrics and chord sheets poured off the printer. On went some shiny new strings. I practiced… fifteen minutes, thirty, an hour; for the first time in my life it was effortless. For 30 years I had been trapped in an invisible web of shame for daring to believe that I and my creations – my songs – were good enough to stand up in public. Invisible as it was, that shame was stronger than reinforced concrete. And now it was gone.

For the past few months I have been out, playing at open mic nights in the local pubs, loving every minute of it. My experience is the total opposite of what it used to be; I’m confident, my playing is smooth, my voice clear. I engage with the audience and they respond in kind. At 48 years of age I have finally reached the place I should have been when I was 18: happily playing my own songs to appreciative audiences. But the road, this long road through the darkness, has not been a waste. I know my muse now, its name is Shame, and I have it in my sights:

THE CROSSHAIRS OF DISGRACE

She sat on the stairs, tears on her face
Square in the crosshairs of disgrace
Made to feel small all of her life
For being a lover, not being a wife
Made to feel small for being her self
Made to feel small for the hole ‘tween her legs
Made to feel small for lacking the right stuff
For being too pretty or not pretty enough

When we gonna learn, people are people?
When we gonna learn it’s really that simple?
You run what you brung, you’ve got your own space
Lower your gun with the crosshairs
The crosshairs of disgrace

He lay on the bed, pain in his face
Square in the crosshairs of disgrace
Made to feel small all of his life
He held out his wrist; laid in with a knife
Made to feel small for showing his face
Made to feel small for touching that place
Made to feel small for taking a chance
Not wanting to fight but wanting to dance

We shame and blame and shame and blame
Then bury it all ‘neath a layer of pain
We wander around lost and confused
Is it any wonder we’ve got the blues?

When we gonna learn…

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Emotional Freedom Program
A Four-Month Course

The people I work with are quite good metaphysicians. They are spiritually savvy, empathic, loving and wise and powerful creators… until they get wacked by some intense emotional event, when family, friends or co-workers behave in unkind (or even cruel) ways, or when someone gets angry or makes them feel bad or less than.You probably know what I’m talking about.

So many people have asked me to teach a course on emotions and specifically shame. Most people aren’t really aware of how much shame (as well as fear of shame and anger about shame) can control their lives.  Shame is rampant throughout society, passed from person to person, hidden below the surface.

Once you really know shame and know how to deal with it when someone passes you shame, then nothing and no-one can control you again.

That’s freedom!
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Shame is prevalent in our society. Let’s have a look at it…
Shame from Dictionary.com

Shame

1. The painful feeling arising from the consciousness of something dishonorable, improper, ridiculous, etc., done by oneself or another:

2. Disgrace; ignominy: His actions brought shame upon his parents.

There is a difference between guilt and shame. Guilt is when you have done something wrong or bad, but you can apologize and do something to right the wrong. With shame, there is something inherently wrong with YOU and there’s nothing that you can do to “make it better”. This is why it is so painful to feel shame.

The definition that I find so interesting, and most relevant is “disgrace”. The prefix dis- is from Latin and means not  or removed from. So to be disgraced means to be removed from grace, also called state of grace which is the condition of being in God’s favor or one of the elect.  If you are shamed (disgraced) then it feels like God/Creator has rejected you. You’ve got to be pretty bad when even God doesn’t love you! That’s the worst pain of all. It’s the separation from Creator or Home.

I have discovered that many, if not most people are not even aware of when they are feeling shame. The reason for this is that shame is a hider. It disguises itself as other emotions or thoughts.

How do you know when you are having shame?
You want to hide from the world.
You feel slightly nauseous.
You blush.
You loose the ability to speak well (or at all).
You feel angry at someone or something for “making you feel bad”.
You feel like you are not as good as someone else.
You are afraid that someone will find out that you are a “fraud”.
You are afraid of being rejected.

Here’s an example. A woman in my Master’s Journey Course told me this story. During the teleseminar (while we were working on recognizing and un-creating shame in order to open more to awareness and knowing from the spiritual realms) her phone kept disconnecting. This happened several times and each time she felt more and more angry.

Being a wise master, she asked what was the “decode”, or message from this. Immediately she realized that she was concerned about being disconnected from the group and felt shame about it. Think about how bad it would feel to be part of an amazing group of masters and to be disconnected (rejected) by them.

What she felt at first was the anger that was really shame in disguise. Once she was aware of the shame, and so could actually feel it, it was cleared. And the phone quit disconnecting.

A side note: what an amazing creator she is to make the phone disconnect several times!

Another popular disguise for shame is fear.  Think about public speaking. They say that it is the biggest fear that most people have, even over death. What’s the worst thing that could happen? You will get up there and have nothing to say? People will laugh at you or be so bored that they get up and leave?

Public humiliation (shame) is a very intense experience. If people rank public speaking as there greatest fear, even over death, does that mean they would rather die that take the chance of being shamed?

Fear of shame. Wow, that is a big one!

This is the reason we hesitate or completely avoid sharing our true gifts with the world. What if you did open up, get that vulnerable and offer you special gift and the world rejected you? How do you recover from that kind of pain?

I remember my Pre-school graduation ceremony. I was 4 years old. All of us kids were sitting on bleachers and our parents were proudly watching us. We had been practicing for weeks to sing our song. The teacher would sing, to the melody of Frère Jacques (Brother John):

Where is Johnny?
Where is Johnny?
Where are you?
Where are you?
Tell us where you are.
Tell us where you are.

Then the child was supposed to stand up, extend there arms into the air and sing loudly:

Here I am!
Here I am!

Most of the kids were really shy and sang really quietly. I remember thinking, “That’s not what the teacher told us to do. I’m going to do it right and really please my Mommy!”

So when it was my turn, I stood up, threw my arms out and sang “Here I am!” loudly and boldly.

People giggled, my mom’s shook her head, clearly not pleased and she said to the woman next to her, “Sarah always has to be the center of attention.”

I remember the shocking pain and humiliation I felt. I wanted to disappear. That one phrase (which I heard on many other occasions since then) and the huge amount of shame I felt stopped me from living my dreams and sharing my gift with the world. It has been a long journey for me to be able to be in front of a group of people and teach a class, not to mention channeling in front of them.

The good news is that I am not only able to do that now, but I actually enjoy it… a lot!  Mom was right, I DO like to be the center of attention! And, it’s a good thing.

How did I get so that I can enjoy being in front of people? By feeling and clearing the shame! And you can do it too.

Here are some other words that we use instead of saying shame. It’s such a good hider that we don’t even use its real name.

Humiliation
Embarrassment
Shyness
Disgrace
Chagrin
Dishonor
Low self esteem
Mortification

(Other than shame, to mortify means,     to subjugate (the body, passions, etc.) by abstinence, ascetic discipline, or self-inflicted suffering. Ewww! It is, of course based on “to die”.
After doing a session about clearing shame, Liz Pegg wrote this to me.

“I hadn’t realized how much shame was affecting me.  Once I began seeing it for what it really was, I’m able to scoop it out and send it down the (Imagi-Creation Un-create) Wormhole.  It comes up just like you said too, disguised as so many other things but I can now see the underlying energy is shame.   I was literally flabbergasted yesterday when I realized all the thoughts that constantly flitter around in my head, are the result of a feeding between shame and mass consciousness.  I feel so much more empowered now as I’ve uncreated and destroyed a great deal of the regular “beating up Liz” program that I wasn’t even conscious of!!  Amazing.

And afterwards.

I actually experienced what it was like to feel ALL that I am – everything, I felt how immense and timeless I am. How loving, connected and expansive. I felt the power of just “Being”. I became my entire being. I was wise, still, aware, everything and nothing all at once.

I don’t think I’ll ever feel powerless again or even for a moment forget that feeling of who I really am.”

Do you “want what she’s having”? (Cue Meg Ryan in When Harry Met Sally.)

Are you longing to feel and actually be “All that you are”?

What is your gift to bring to this world?

Is shame (or fear of shame) preventing you from offering your gift to the world and living your dream?

Would you like to get rid of all that?

Let me know. Clearing shame is something I specialize in.  To read more about shame go to:

Shame and Your Divinity: How the Hidden Emotion Separates You From Creator

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