Bad Merlins

images (2)Years ago, hunkered down in a heavy conversation with a one-time friend about our spiritual peregrinations, we shared stories about making sense of uneasy and disconcerting experiences with some of our spiritual teachers. My friend called them “Bad Merlins” and the name has stuck.

I have had teachers where we were not the best of fits. Teachers, who felt their lessons were sacred, inviolate, and could not be questioned, made me squirm in my seat. It felt like there was no room to breathe, much less explore and imagine. Or there were those whose teaching style was off-putting, demeaning, or just plain rude. I never cottoned to teachers like that and would simmer in the back row with steam coming out of my ears.

But Bad Merlins are another breed. In my experience, they have all been charming men who have been great teachers … and they have had another agenda. Can you say sex? Now, mind you, we are dealing with the world of energy, so the moves are subtle.

I have encountered two Bad Merlins.

The first Bad Merlin came to me via another teacher. The referring teacher, a channel and intuitive with whom I was doing 1:1 work, suggested, as we finished our course of experiential study, that I work with her teacher, Merlin One. She allowed that he had given her psychic wings. That’s all I needed to hear; I was ready. Take me to my new teacher. I wanted my wings; I was ready to fly up. Now, please.

Merlin One had a day job as president of a company. Merlin Two was a practicing shaman. Both had some great tricks up their sleeves that included shape shifting to nighttime energetic visitation.

Merlin One, I later learned, had his way with most of his mentees. I was an exception to this. Usually, I met him, but, this day, he came to me. There was considerable travel to meet and this particular day he was travelling south to pick up a friend at the airport, so, it was easier to convene at my apartment. He arrived looking very pulled together in a black tee shirt, sun glasses, and jeans. He looked good; he smelled even better. He was different. There was an undeniable sexiness about him. I was on alert.

We did our work together. I sat in a chair, opposite from him, for hours reading his shape shifts and traveling into deeper trance states.

However, when he left after what would be our last session together, I felt very strange. I felt as if I had been violated in some way. In horror, I realized that I felt raped. I looked in the mirror and there was a different me staring back – blank, young, and beautiful. Clearly, this was not my normal me.

I didn’t know what to do with myself. I was out of sorts, out of body, and out of balance. I opted to get in my car and drive; later, I took a small walk. I noticed that men kept staring at me. What was going on? I looked in my rear-view mirror; I was still wearing that other face.

It took me a very long time to settle my discontent and restlessness. I didn’t know where to turn. I mentioned this to my referring teacher and she chuckled; this was common knowledge to her that Merlin One had sex with his students. I was not pleased with either of them.

I felt violated. What in God’s name happened to me? Was this connected to a past life? I felt totally naïve, stupid, and completely confused by what had transpired. Was I missing some big mystery? Was this an initiation I failed?

With some distance and regaining my right mind, I realized and accepted that I had been psychically raped by Merlin One. This experience rattled me for years. I was hung up on the “Why?” of it all.

Years later, I traveled across the country to meet Merlin Two, a laid back, easy going, Native American shaman, who rolled his own cigarettes, picked and dried his own sage, and held classes in his home where we stretched out on blankets over tired linoleum as he drummed us into other worlds. There were two of us, both women, in Merlin Two’s tutorial.

Merlin Two offered a sphere of obsidian, a powerful stone he said, for me to take to bed. I tossed and turned the entire night. I wrestled with the sheets; I wrestled with him all night. In the morning, I made a conscious decision to alter my energetic make-up. Merlin Two, all innocence and smiles, looked at me that next morning and knew I knew.

After the fact, I was wildly incensed that both Bad Merlins would think I would succumb to their charms as well as the fact that they had the nerve to step over boundaries – and sacred boundaries, at that! I reminded myself that rape is all about power. I had, unwittingly, been engaged in two power struggles.

But here is where the light gets tricky. Were they really bad energy dudes?

On one level, I can say yes, yes, yes. Of course, they were. Both Bad Merlins were in positions of authority; both were mucking around in my energy field for their own amusement.

The bigger question that came much, much later was this: Did each of these Bad Merlins serve a higher purpose in portraying an unsavory side so that I could learn to deal with another level of energy and invasion? Did I earn my Ph.D. in energy school as a result of these experiences? I’d like to think so.

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8 Responses to Bad Merlins

  1. Adele Ryan McDowell October 2, 2016 at 7:34 pm #

    Yes, Wise One! Thanks for this. xx

  2. Adele Ryan McDowell October 2, 2016 at 7:34 pm #

    Thanks, dear Beverly! xx

  3. Adele Ryan McDowell October 2, 2016 at 7:33 pm #

    So beautifully articulated, dear Na’ama. You are a wise one with a great heart. Thank you for your words. And, yes…the heart, indeed, does know the truth. xx

  4. Adele Ryan McDowell October 2, 2016 at 7:31 pm #

    Thanks so much, Adrienne. I know you understand. xx

  5. adrienne October 2, 2016 at 1:00 am #

    What a great one you have written. We all need to be aware of other people’s motives.

  6. Na'ama October 1, 2016 at 7:25 pm #

    Oh, dear Adele …
    Bad merlins are indeed real and come in all kinds of shapes, forms, power-hunger, and shapeshifting. Learning to identify–let alone manage–them is a lesson no one really wants to have to learn … yet the knowledge is, indeed, power: that energies can be violable, just as bodies can, or even more so…. That we are all permeable, at least until we learn to protect our beings–and the tender energy fields of little ones and those who are otherwise vulnerable–from those who seek to take without permission, to manipulate, to control, to invade one’s soul or sense of self or safety.

    Children can be especially at the mercy of bad merlins, all the more reason for us who already know the signs to be alert, aware, awake, and there.

    In my view and experience, bad merlins have little real power. It is a form or parasitic being–needing others to feed off of to sustain one’s sense of worth. There is no real strength in taking without permission, in stealing or skimming off another’s life-force or self-esteem or choice. Recognizing the inherent weakness in bad merlins provide some inoculation. We can teach children to hold on and respect the signs in themselves, reject the taking over by others. Teach them the true real magic of intuition and give them a model of safe space to look out onto and into the world from: most young ones raised in respectful care know, intuitively, safe from not; and those who hadn’t been … can learn safety in care later on … even if the cost of realizing times of stolen selfhood can be painful.

    Compassion and empathy are protective shields against intrusion. It doesn’t need to make sense. In the words of a dear person we both knew, and watches over from beyond, “the heart, however, knows the truth of these things.”

    Much love.

  7. Beverly Spillyards October 1, 2016 at 5:27 pm #

    wow. just. wow.

  8. Priscilla P Anson October 1, 2016 at 3:56 pm #

    Wow, Adele. That must be why I intuitively was attracted to ashrams and the like around the world where the empowering and inspiring teachings of gurus remained…but they, themselves, were no longer of flesh!