Danielle LaPorte - White Hot Truth: Clarity for Keeping It Real on Your Spiritual Path from One Seeker to Another

WHITE HOT TRUTH

Clarity for keeping it real on your spiritual pathfrom one seeker to another.

Danielle LaPorte

WHITE HOT TRUTH Copyright 2017 VIRTUONICA

Danielle LaPorte, Inc, Vancouver, Canada. All rights reserved.

Hardcover: ISBN 978-0-9976514-0-9

e-book: ISBN 978-0-9976514-5-4

audiobook ISBN: 9780997651461

Distributed in the US and Canada by Ingram Publisher Services, Inc.,

and in Australia by Phoenix Distribution.

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Authors note: Out of respect, some names and identifying characteristics in this work have been changed.

Content editor: Jennifer Gandin Le

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Cover and interior design: LaurieMillotte.com

Liner pages: MartaSpendowska.com

Author photograph: CatherineJust.com

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For my Girlfriends
past, present, future, and forever;
without whom Id be the very unpleasant kind of crazy
and bankrupted by therapy bills.

You keep me close to everything that matters most.

I have been a seeker and still am
but I stopped asking the books and the stars.
I started listening to the teaching of my soul.

- Rumi

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Dearly beloved,
We are gathered here today 2 get through
this thing called life.

- Prince

Three shrinks walk into a bar: a Buddhist, an Agnostic, and a Catholic...

This isnt a joke, its my talk therapy history. Ive had a life coach, a creativity coach, a speaking coach, an intuitive-business coach. Ive had astrology readings with both Western and Eastern (those are called Vedic) astrologersbecause, you know, its always good to have a backup astrologer in case you dont like what the first one predicts. Ive communicated with the goddess Pele, and talked with my Spirit Guides and the Archangel Metatron. Ive communed with my inner child, my future self, and the devas of my website. Ive cleared dozens of past lives, dissolved some ancestral vows, and examined the fine print of my Soul contracts.

Ive tried hypnotherapy to resolve my karma (turns out that I cant be put under the spell, so I might be stuck with the karma). Ive suffered through wellness workshops led by chain-smoking megalomaniacs who treated their staff like morons. Ive fire-walked barefoot down a twenty-foot bed of hot coalswithout getting burned. Ive chanted prayers in infrared saunas, then gotten rid of my microwave. Ive taught myself the art of planning for synchronicity.

On the way to my first meeting at the White House, I tucked crystals into my bra for protectionthey werent detected by security because thats how magical amethysts can be. Ive dropped mushrooms but refused painkillers. Ive popped blue-green algae to pull all-nighters, brewed kombucha for my cha-cha. I have meditated while having a coffee colonic (and let me tell you, if you can meditate with a tube up your ass, you are definitely headed toward enlightenment). Ive read channeling transcripts on how to find my Soulmatefor which I blame at least two breakups and a few missed opportunities to get laid by good men. If Id been less fixated on the perfect twin flame, I might have been more easy... going. I temporarily broke up with the New Age to date New Physics. Everything happens for a reason.

Being on stage a lot as a motivational speaker, I was sermonizing about healthy boundaries and self-Love being a divine responsibility. Most people seemed to think, Well, she doesnt suffer fools. But behind the scenes I was suffering some serious foolishness. I took a lot of crap from lovers and other collaborators because I thought tolerance was the spiritual course of action, or non-action as was the case. I practiced being less attached to my wants and more attached to my needsbut it was really hard to tell the difference. I chose Freddie Mercury as my Spirit Animal. He helped. The show must go on.

I have been the humble and awe-struck recipient of full-on healing miracles. A medicine man from New Mexico pulled a deep pain from my psyche that Id felt for years but could not name. As that ceremony was coming to a close, he waved an eagle feather over my head and said, Only forward now, only forward. After a motorbike accident in Bali, I visited a local healer who pressed on my pain points. I bellowed in agony. He chanted, blew on my knees and ankles, and applied pressure again to the same placesand the pain was gone. Gifted girlfriends have laid their hands on me after my great losses. Their Love triggered somatic release and the deepest kind of reliefand the laughs that only women whove been there can laugh. And so many of us have been there.

Ive been duped and harassed by a so-called energy healer, used for my Shakti, my cash, and my connections. In hindsight, that was a profound and absolutely essential initiation into my fuller capacities. I used to believe that the Light would win over the dark. Now I am radiant proof.

I have knelt at the feet of a Tibetan Buddhist lama and asked earnestly,

Will you teach me about

the heart of the matter?

I have sat in lotus position watching my in-breath and my out-breath. Ive consciously inhaled the suffering of tsunami survivors and breathed out comfort and rebuilding. I have learned about suppressed histories and the deepest possible feminism from the Gospel of Mary Magdalene. My perceptions of a score-keeping God were dissolving. As Ive worked through my contentious relationship with meditation, very particular images of Light showed up for me that I would later find mirrored in science texts and sacred art.

I was getting closer to my Truth.

But first I had to see that somewhere between the yoga classes, support calls with a shaman, and guided visualizations, my spiritual path had become another to-do list, next to which scrolled an equally long list of life and career must-dos: crafting organic baby food and handmade birthday cards, achieving Inbox Zero, making my first million, and doing my part to save the planet from global warming.

I was a bit out of breath (both the in- and out-breaths) when I realized that I was at a jarring juncture: the conflict between sincere spiritual aspiration and the compulsion to improve.

I was tired. And still devoted to knowing morealways more. But mostly, tired.