It is an era infested by life-coaches: only hearing this word makes me want to slap them in the face, as you are the only master of yourself.
I read in the news that M. Hunziker was prisoner of a sect for five years. Obviously, as she admitted, it was her choice and she keeps stating that she is not accusing anyone. The article is full of interesting ideas, starting with a sentence: "It is an era infested by life-coaches: only hearing this word makes me want to slap them in the face, as you are the only master of yourself." It is strange that such revealing phrase comes from someone unexpected. However, before getting to the conclusion, it is interesting to take a look at the process.
Hunziker has been seduced by a manner that many of us know well. White clothing, cleansing diets, calm and comforting ways of speaking and expressing, theories about purifying the soul, becoming a warrior of light. In short, bullshit . These are always the same stories and tales that are taken for granted, the same things sometimes told in a subtle mode, but they are always the same. What we have is not enough, so we invent the story of the soul. Is there fear of death? Well, the soul becomes immortal. Are you immersed in a dark superficiality? Of course, do not forget that the soul must be purified. As we do not understand what the soul is all about (as it is an inconsistent concept) then someone needs to explain it. We end up by being seduced and comforted by the explanation, by the hope to halt our misery: this warms the heart and makes us rely on those who - "life coach" or "guru", you name it - tell us this beautiful "story". Usually, the more "hippy" ones tend to prefer the "new age" guru with strong religious and mystical shades. Those with more yuppie tendencies prefer the "life coach", which is a digression of the "guru" but more likely to come up with more financially important goals. In any case, the sugar coated pill is served. Misery is dressed of a superficial light that hides its abyss. There isn’t even the need to think too much, just follow the instructions without realizing that you are slipping on even deeper slopes. Or you can choose to take responsibility for your life, move your ass and work hard, make mistakes, fall and get up again, laugh and cry that is basically to really live. You choose.