Loved this entire post! Just quick thoughts...I think your rain story was one of the first of yours I'd ever read. I think it was an angel on the warehouse street. Many times we can't see them when they whisper in our ear (mind), but you obviously needed the whole shebang to keep you away. Wow! The book thing is so cool and definitely another push to make you who you are. I like to imagine that the spiritual warfare we read and hear about really is both sides having a go at each of us continuously. They have some way of making us think the thoughts we think. How else do our thoughts come to us? How? Then we choose which way we'll go with each thought.
Getting a little long, but the Great Blue Heron has been a symbol of my daughter's presence since about a month or so after she passed away. I can spot them anywhere now, camouflaged or not. Sometimes, one will crossover my path flying at the perfect perpendicular spot on the road to where I am at a meaningful time, one being on the 2nd anniversary of her passing when we were leaving my son's apartment parking lot very near DOWNTOWN NASHVILLE on our way to go Celebrate her with more family at dinner. It flew over just as we pulled out of spot and headed for the exit maybe 20 yards in front and as high. It was perfect!
And yes on the infiltration into our thoughts as being intercepted for manipulation. (Think they've developed a genuine technology for this as well.)
Love the GBH story. Perfect, yes.
I think birds allow spirits to use them - so many stories of people who pass over coming back via birds. Makes sense to me. And blue herons just feel so otherworldly - as if they both do and don't belong here. :-)
So appreciate the kind and expansive comment. Best to you. 💕
I think I may have told you this before, but my son-in-law sees his mother return as a Great Blue Heron, as do his brothers and sister. They see her everywhere. She died two weeks after his wedding to my daughter.
Too much of humanity is under the spell of left-brain processes, siloed sophistry and logic unknowingly in service of our baser instincts. It takes courage and confidence to point to something we can't quite touch, much less grasp and control.
I'm not yet up to the task. Even 40 years has not been enough to shake the shame of having my vague, stammering description of an unexplainable, life-changing experience brushed off with glib explanations by the one or two I trusted enough to try and communicate.
Since then, I've come to appreciate a thought experiment by Nietzsche ... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum. As is sometimes the case with my own ears.
Though I am not yet ready to directly share my stare into the sun, that light has informed all that I have observed since then. Shadows and Light. Ha. Joni Mitchell's lyrics to that piece opened the eulogy I gave for my dad.
Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor.
Through that musical approach (though still as more of a consumer), before the end of the month, I hope to obliquely address your call to share (still remember "your turn'), and echo some converging thoughts from Mary and Tereza.
Thanks, Steve. Yes the left brain bias thing has been well cultivated.
"Even 40 years has not been enough to shake the shame of having my vague, stammering description of an unexplainable, life-changing experience brushed off with glib explanations by the one or two I trusted enough to try and communicate."
I know this well. Clamped up myself for many years.
If I may venture a little into this exchange, I would like to comment briefly on one aspect of the discussion. But as Steve wrote so well:
"... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum...."
My comment may not be understood or shared, but I share it anyway.
"Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor."
This chatter of the left brain, is actually not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it, it may be that it is not easy (for some). But indeed, music can help, because when one speaks the other is silent, otherwise we do not understand each other.
Everyone must discover personally (there is no other way) in one way or another what is not really in us and outside of us.
An excellent point, Mia on all that chatter. I find it's helpful in Nature, and in silence to observe this. The observer is easily aware of steady the stream happening in the mind, not engage it (neither accepting or rejecting it, as Jacqueline Hobbs puts it) and sink more deeply into the silence. It becomes pretty clear that whatever it is generating all those thoughts is just happening automatically. We're not doing it. If we don't latch on and give it energy, it starts to dissipate.
Yes, when we do not think, the brain (because I do not use the word mind (esprit in french), not knowing exactly what it is) is empty so to speak, according to my experience it is an intrusion, almost constant, perhaps partially programmed, I cannot say without evidence.
You are right, we should absolutely not follow this up, let it go without even listening, only hear (different from listening) at the beginning to understand what is happening. I can only say that it is to prevent us from liberating ourselves more widely, by keeping us busy if we listen and interact.
We do not believe what is said, without forgetting that some experiences can be misleading to guide us in reflections other than those of reality.
If I may venture a little into this exchange, I would like to comment briefly on one aspect of the discussion. But as Steve wrote so well:
"... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum...."
My comment may not be understood or shared, but I share it anyway.
"Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor."
This chatter of the left brain, is actually not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it, it may be that it is not easy (for some). But indeed, music can help, because when one speaks the other is silent, otherwise we do not understand each other.
Everyone must discover personally (there is no other way) in one way or another what is not really in us and outside of us.
"... not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it ... everyone must discover personally ..."
Yes, yes, yes!
Being here in Japan for so long, and as mostly an outside observer of human nature, I can see the universal truths you stated as being something all cultures seem to have in common ... some kind of instinctual tug-of-war between the "us" of our immature scavenging, self-promoting instincts and our capacity to grow as morally autonomous, socially responsible individuals. And as you say, it is not something which can be forced onto us by parents, teachers, or the corporate nation-state and its institutions. It is a long, hard road — sometimes requiring the courage and solitude for which some will not give up their comfort.
It is a national holiday here in Japan, the Vernal Equinox of the length of day and night being the same. I just returned from watching the movie "Wicked" ... appropriate for the holiday because it implies a celebration of nature. I've been hearing a lot of negativity about the new Disney version of "Snow White", and so I thought a re-writing of "The Wizard of Oz" would equally be a failure. I am so glad to have been wrong. I was moved to tears several times during the movie, and highly recommend it for anyone looking for a very good artistic vision of the fight between good and evil, the psy-ops, the destruction of nature, the future 15 minute cities where all roads lead to Davos, Schwab, Bill Gates. SO much of the current caste war of impending technofeudalism can be seen in this movie ... for those who watch, and listen through the music.
"It is a long, hard road — sometimes requiring the courage and solitude for which some will not give up their comfort."
Absolutely!
Thank you for the info on the film, I was not yet aware of it, I am delighted that they have made such a beautiful and relevant movie now, we need it. Hopefully this will give some thought to those who do not yet realize what is really going on.
Here I have a plum tree that is just beginning to bloom, it must be a beautiful sight all those cherry blossoms!
Just got off the phone helping a former student with business English.
Regarding the movie ... because it is a fantasy-musical, I guess like the advantages and disadvantages of all good art, it is like a mirror. People will look into the mirror and see only what they want to see.
I saw that William Blake thingy ... "the world in a Grain of Sand," or in this case, "the current state-of-the-world in a Movie." Sad to say, but I have family members who will see nothing but "bread and circuses" entertainment, and then quickly forget it.
Another guess about good art (or good science, or good anything) ... is that the better the art, the fewer people who immediately recognize the high quality of the art or its relevance to the world.
It is nice to be able to count on friends or other people, it has been so long that I marvel at some caring people.
It’s true, you have to be spiritually ready to start seeing, giving up our interpretations etc., it can be a long process, but that’s the way we have to deal with it.
I did not know this poem, yet I read a lot of it, thank you very much, very beautiful!
Yes, the same for some members of my family, it is sad, indeed, because dangerous, without this we would not be so worried, leaving each time he needs, but vaccination and many other treatments sometimes leave us no choice but to come back from time to time (if possible).
I have organized myself in order to be able to welcome them in case of need, sometimes you can’t do more.
"...is that the better the art, the fewer people who immediately recognize the high quality of the art or its relevance to the world."
Yes, the conditioning (and our own nature) to poor quality in all areas has caused havoc, I have thought about this a lot, and many other findings, I have quite well understood this world, but I have more questions than understanding!
You’re a mine of information Steve, that’s impressive.
I'm just a minor messenger boy in this forever war of mankind against itself.
That poem also inspired me enough to include this part on one side of my name card, with a translation in Japanese underneath — because it matches some of the Taoist / Zen traditions:
"To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour."
I don't know how well Perplexity Pro can do a translation, but I prompted it to try and keep similar poetic techniques and got this ...
Voir un monde dans un grain de sable
Et un paradis dans une fleur sauvage,
Tenir l'infini au creux de sa main
Et l'éternité en une heure
And on the back side of my name card, a picture of a mathematical metaphor by one of your fellow countrymen, Prof. Benoit Mandelbrot ...
Wyrd. I like that original definition. Or maybe it’s because I am an elder and do seem to split time that way now that I can get away with it. Through many anecdotes, I’ve found having positive and optimistic perceptions of the world at large naturally brings good outcomes, even if it doesn’t seem that way at the time. And asking guardian angels (spirits, manifesting, or whatever definition you use) for help works.
I have no idea, except there were delivery trucks here and there on the street. I imagine getting me to actually go into the building would have been the preference. Don't know. Long time ago, but the experience certainly stayed with me, more from the perspective of the mysterious intervention that changed my course, then the potential danger escaped.
I tend to expect that best myself, Rob. Though experience has challenged that from time to time.
So much to love in this post, Kathleen. First off -- the fact that you wrote it! Like ICI Grief, I believe that your rain story may have been one of the first of your pieces that I read, and I tucked its magic away inside me without connecting you to it. Happy to reunite you both through this wonderful, honest, mind-expanding essay!
I was struck by the credit you offer to your mother, for welcoming your wyrdness. It seems you are following in her footsteps beautifully with this piece. It's been fascinating to read other's accounts in the comments, and even what they felt when they were dismissed for sharing their experiences. This is how we build a new reality, no? Speaking it to one another, heart to heart?
Thank you for the kind recommendation, too. I've already seen an uptick in subs...🙏🏻
You're a marvel. Couldn't be happier to know and adore you. ❤️
Ah, I was looking for you in the comments, Mary. I'm late to commenting because, after my glib dismissal of your concern for my health in the call, I came down with a bad flu and slept until 1:30 pm yesterday. But since I hadn't left the house since arriving, I think that's evidence of terrain theory, don't you?
Kathleen, first, I copied that picture to use as my desktop before I scrolled down to find out that you did!
Second, I forgot that you'd linked my article! Flu amnesia! So I got the pleasure of the surprise a second time.
Third, I'm here as your angel to say you were never in danger from the man at the door. Spirit contrived the whole episode, not just the man in passing. It was to get your attention, not scare you with what could have happened. You were always safe, not stupid.
My daughter Veronica recently mentioned that the close calls I've had haunt me far more than anything that actually happened. And she's right, I relive them often, as if I've used up my share of luck. If I'd compiled the list at the time, CPS would've taken my kids. One mom called me a serial abandoner (but I called her in secret 'fearful mom.')
The lesson is that you've always been guarded, always safe. And still safe, and this includes your sons. The angel was telling you things aren't what they seem. You're fine.
And here's my latest miracle story. When I did finally venture out of the house on Tues, I was parked at Lowe's in my brand new Turo rental and returning my cart. I heard the back-up beeps of the car across from me and, when I got to the driver's side, noticed they had scraped the corner of the bumper, leaving a gouge with no paint! They had driven off. WTF!
I drove home, took pictures, called my insurance company. I sent them to the car owner, knowing this was his pride and joy and feeling awful. I got some of the brush marks off but that gouge wasn't going away. I told the owner I would definitely make this right, but I didn't know what that would mean. I went to bed to hibernate.
When I woke up the next afternoon, his note said, "Was it on the driver side?" I said yes. He wrote, "That's an old dent that someone did to me in a parking lot. Don't report it to your insurance or your rates will go up. You're fine, Ms. Tereza." I was floored by his honesty, when I'd been clearly ready to make this up to him. I told him I'd thought my luck had finally run out. And I hoped the circle of karma would come back to him. He answered, "Amen. And I pray your luck never runs out."
So that was the answer to the Poindexter McLaughlin 'What's This For?'
"I'm here as your angel to say you were never in danger from the man at the door. Spirit contrived the whole episode, not just the man in passing. It was to get your attention, not scare you with what could have happened. You were always safe, not stupid."
Well, then, lucky me. A beautiful interpretation and honestly can't 'hear' enough that my sons are safe too. May that sink in deep.
Great story with the car, the honest guy and that you noticed the miracle. XOX
While making some miraculous chocolate and candied ginger pot de creme (in the slow cooker!) I was thinking more about the logic of this. And I'm only belaboring the point because I need to internalize it too. If spirit intervened with the guy passing, who set up the guy at the door and anyone else they might have abducted? Did spirit intervene for you because you're special? Is the rest just the reality of random chance, or even a malevolent spirit?
I think it's all or nothing. Either everything's random chance or nothing is. There's no one else--or no other version of yourself--that got lured through that door. There's no alternate future where your baby suffocated (and I've come home to find mine wedged between the bed and the wall when my husband was watching them and I was ... out writing. Imagine the guilt!)
I really couldn't imagine what possible lesson was going to be in that car dent for me. That I should've gotten the Turo insurance? Not rented a new car? I could never have imagined a car would brush it--I definitely would've noticed those before--in the same place as the dent. And set me up for such a miracle of goodwill and forgiveness.
So don't feel lucky, feel blessed, along with everyone else. It's all going to be okay. As you showed that angel, you're not crazy. And you are everyone.
I take your point - everyone is special or no one is. Everything is random or nothing is. I don't believe in random. Though I do believe in choice and the alternative paths that open when we choose.
Had I ignored the intervention - who knows what experience I'd have had. But whatever it was, I'd have more choices in terms of how I dealt with it; (assuming I survived) whether I took it as proof of being a victim, or whether as an opportunity to overcame it and grow stronger.
And maybe someone else who opened the door (didn't have the intervention) and had a bad experience - maybe that was simply part of their fate and an experience that ultimately served them.
I assume intelligence behind life - and in that, nefarious players too - we need to become savvy about. Also assume that there is something beneficial and organized we can align to energetically. That comes with its own kind of protection.
And yes, ultimately everyone is safe, in the bigger sense.
That chocolate and candied ginger pot de creme sounds amazing! Glad you're feeling better, Tereza.
Thank you, Mary! Definitely wouldn't have put this out without your prompting. Glad I did.
"This is how we build a new reality, no? Speaking it to one another, heart to heart?"
Think that's exactly right. Whatever fears and doubts we've internalized via this highly manipulated world and all its messaging around what's acceptable, what's weird, what serious people believe VS the 'out-there' folks, all of that noise - we just have to live bigger than all of that. Completely agree.
Thanks for the comment and kindness - the feeling is mutual. XOX
I think every parent should have their child read The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker. Especially these days! I read it in my early 40's after a horrible relationship ended. I put myself in so many precarious situations as a 20 something, I never thought I'd live beyond 30! Lol. I've had many wyrd experiences... starting around 6. My entire family mocked me for it and much later admitted to seeing wyrd phenomenon in the haunted house we lived in. 🙄. And yet we persist! Thanks for sharing your stories Kathleen.
Thanks, Kat Bro. I'd love to hear about some of those experiences. They do tend to shape us - though often we figure out quick it's best to hide them to avoid being shamed. At this point in my life, I don't really care, nicely.
My first recollection was waking up to a child reading me a story. I was sleeping in the bottom bunk and woke up for no good reason. Sitting at the end of my bed was a shadowy figure turning pages in a book. I was terrified so dove under the covers! At the same age, same house, a friend was sleeping over so we were downstairs on a pull out couch. I woke up in the middle of the night to two shadowy children reading me a book. I don't remember my reaction but I bet it was similar to the first. Looking back, I felt like they were trying to comfort me. After my grandfather died and we went to stay with my grandmother I woke up to him standing at the end of the bed. I asked him why he was still here and he pointed towards my grandmothers room. She told us he was still there and she spoke to him all the time. In the first instance my sister would have been going through puberty, during the second one I probably was... I have heard "ghosts" are attracted to hormonal shifts. Most recent citing I was renting a flat in a 100+yr old house and I kept feeling a presence in my bedroom. The gal living upstairs said she woke up several times to someone pacing the hall. A third floor window was opened (without us having access to that floor). When I was moving out I felt the presence again and heard, "Get the F OUT!" In my ear. I was like ok! Lots of other experiences...
Sounds like you have a fairly thin veil when it comes to people who haven't fully passed over.
I've had a couple of those with the recently departed. (Not with ones that hang out and haunt a space for a long time.)
One with a friend who died from a brain tumor - 25plus years ago now. I woke up to see a swirly like yellow-goldish blur at the end of my bed. As I was trying to figure out what I was seeing, I felt my friend's presence and got a 'thank you'. In the morning I told my then-husband, "John died". (He thought his wife must have called to tell us.) I knew he'd come to say goodbye and thank me for the prayers.
When we did talk to his wife, she said he passed around the same time of the visit.
It does make you realize that we're really never alone. :-)
I love this...♥♥I am so thankful that you chose to listen to 'the intervention'. I always feel as if these little moments that shape us are the BIG moments that turn out to define us.
I think that acknowledging them makes our journey bigger, stronger and more dimensional that a straight ticket of everyday grind it out until you die.
We are made up of Spirit, Soul and Body and they are all integral to who we are and who we are meant to be. Or not. It is our choice to listen to that still small voice or the big man angel when it says "don't do it". Not listening to our 'gut'? Then in comes the Big Angel to give you another chance to listen.
We are so much more than what we see with our eyes. There is more to life than tight pants because you drank the cream.
"I think that acknowledging them makes our journey bigger, stronger and more dimensional that a straight ticket of everyday grind it out until you die."
You have such a way with words, SJ. Thank you. And agree - it broadens everything out and we all breath a little easier in the space.
"Not listening to our 'gut'? Then in comes the Big Angel to give you another chance to listen." LOL! Thankfully.
Appreciate you and your insights - and that natural humor you wield. ❤️
Oh that's too funny. I was just writing and had just had my coffee and some real dairy cream that I was going to pour back into the bottle and I looked at it and said WTH and drank the cream right from the pitcher. It was delicious. Etiquette be damned. It is not the ultra processed kind either, it was from a real dairy cow. ♥
being a woman in your 20s is always a precarious thing when you are alone. I have been accosted in a parking lot by a creep. I survived, yes, by something or someone that was not there. He was holding me against the passenger side of my car and insisting I give him the keys. I dug around in my purse and then it occured "I can not find my keys" and I said it over and over.
eventually a car drove through the lot and I ran out into the street.
It was wyrd.
When my best friend and I were walking during the day in our neighborhood, a man was walking toward us. He stared at us the whole time. we moved over into the street as he passed and I looked back and he was standing there looking at us ahead. My instinct was to run, and I told my friend "run" He chased after us for a good half mile. It was horrifying.
who knows, if the guy standing at the door calling you really had very bad intentions. I would have been oblivious too. Your story is a good lesson.
We learn so many when we are young. Honestly, we need to keep those protections and lessons in mind. The country is more populated now.
OMG! This was just so superb in every possible way. I agree with everyone who said you are so "deep". Holy Moly, Kathleen, what's it like down there? lol How many leagues down are you? 'Deep' automatically makes us think of the ocean though, doesn't it? Reminds me of that line from psalm 42:7 "Deep calls unto deep". I think the deep in you was calling to the deep in all of us with this piece. Thank you so much.
Unfortunately, I don't have an anecdote to share, but I totally believe everything you shared, as well as what the other readers shared. These kinds of sharings only serve to increase our faith, so this has been a real blessing for all of us.
I was really happy to know in a comment you wrote to me that "I crack you up." Thanks for telling me. That's what makes life worth living for me, so I'm glad that for a brief moment or two, I can help lighten your load. xoxo
Your comment has put a big smile on my face, Ronnie - not surprising. You do just splash-out generosity, don't you?? And humor and yes, you lighten lots of loads I'm guessing!
"These kinds of sharings only serve to increase our faith, so this has been a real blessing for all of us."
Love this. Agree, and I imagine all the things we can't explain and don't know, once we get comfortable with that, restores some humility and wonder too.
Thanks, Kathleen, and what a "human" you are yourself!
I forgot to comment on the synchronicity of both of us including something by William Blake in our recent essays. I didn't know much about him really, but I like his quotes. Then you told me about him being a painter also, so I looked up his paintings.
Talk about "wyrd stuff", but it's hard to take your eyes off them. All the naked bodies and the creepy scenes depicted are raw and scary, but also very "deep".
And about Michael Meade, yes, I like his stuff for sure. Back when I belonged to the "liberal" ordinan (Old Order) lol I used to listen to NPR and there was some good programming. I especially liked "New Dimensions" and that's how I became acquainted with Michael Meade. (Thanks for the link to the Two Agreements of the Soul.) I decided not to throw the baby out with the bathwater on this issue either because I will still listen on occasion. The program is broadcast on Saturdays here in NM, but you can find it on line and find out what's on their agenda.
You probably also remember it from "the way back when". Until next time, take good care.
You, Kathleen. Are. An. Incredibly. Gifted. Writer.
Wowza!
Thanks for provocation--I am now remembering many of my experiences past.
-Like the time, a large white stallion reared up in front of me at the end of a neighborhood street in Ireland. When I told my friend who lived a few houses away about the white horse I'd met, she cocked her head and said, "there are no white horses that live up there."
-Or the time I was speeding along the Blue Ridge Parkway in Tennessee and just happened to look to the right at a small building standing alone with nothing else around it for miles. A man was sweeping the porch reflectively. I began to slow down, looked again and he waved, with a "come on in" kind of gesture. It took a few miles to turn around, and whenI pulled into the parking area of this remote building the man had already gone. At the time, I figured he was the handyman and was off doing another job, so I went into the store which just happened to be a Christian bookstore. The lady in the shop was surprised to see me and asked how I found the place. I told her about the man sweeping on the porch. She smiled and said, "we don't have a handyman and there was no one sweeping my porch." Turned out this was a private home that just happened to have a bookstore in its front room. Luckily, they did sell books! We had a nice little chat; I bought a Bible and when I left, she said,"I think it was Jesus was on the porch today."
-Once I woke up at 3am in New Mexico feeling like I was having a heart attack. It took about an hour of walking and conscious breathing to stop the symptoms. The next day my Mom called to tell my Dad was in hospital after a heart attack. When I asked what time it happened, she said 2am. Took a few minutes, but I finally put the puzzle together completely--they were in California where it was an hour earlier. That was one of the first of many future sympathetic resonances that continue today--30 years later.
Ahhh...such a wonderful way to hear about and share wyrd stuff.
great post. I could write a book about- wyrd. things impossible to believe. I will share one intervention. On a mission "special operation" as they- were called in those days. Somewhere foreign: a surface to surface missile exploded about 25 foot infront of me. I saw t-he missile and t-he fireball. In that split- second I knew I was going to be vaporized, nothing to do. I felt- t-he heat of t-he fireball. then nothing.T-he hairs on my fingers and hand were singed off. the crystal face of my Seiko wat-ch was totally melted and part of it was black like obsidian. Other than that- I was unscathed.--
-my take on these things: you have a destiny- to fulfill. 99.999% of people do not- know what- their destiny- is. You agreed to it- between lives, [you and Cosmos} you came into this life to fulfill that destiny. You are doing just that-. You come int-o this life not- being aware of your dest-iny, but- you fulfill it. Y-ou had free will t-o accept-- t-his destiny bet-ween lives, now as y-ou are in th-is life, t-he cosmos intervenes t-o ensure y-our destiny-is fulfilled.
Y-ou are doing y-our job most- excellent-.
I will share some get- ready with- you when t-he time is appropriate. Then you will heed my- words and get- ready-. Now is not the time for me -o share. You do not- want- t-o know what- I know.
So good to see you in the comments, David. I thought of you when I asked readers to share their wyrd stuff! I know you have loads of unexplained. And I'd read that book if you wrote it!
Extraordinary. Clearly was not your time to go!
Yes, we agree to it - I think so too. And it probably looks like a walk in the park when we do. I truly believe the grace-rain in my yard was designed to snap me out of my belief that there was a mistake made in my being born. And it worked.
Very kind - I hope I am living my destiny. I trust you are.
Very best to you. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope you're doing well.
We see extraordinary things that come with subtle messages for our benefit. Helps and guidance. No doubt the rain was a message, only you can make the connection: it is the correct message. I am impressed that you received that message. The proof of the correctness is your current activities. So needed and welcome in this upside down world.
I see many people that are revealing truths. I am thankful for each one and pray for their continued well being.
In June of 2028 I will t-ell y-ou what- t-o do. T-rump is th-e last- president-. T---here will be t-he campaigns in 2028, t-he convent-ions, but- t-here will be no elect-ion. It- do-es n-ot g-et- canceled, it- just- does not- happen. I will ---e--xplain in June of 2028.
Love your wyrd heart and soul, Kathleen! Major goose bumps at the “Are you crazy?” part- I’m so glad the universe knew what it was doing and left you living it the rest of your unique and significant experience!
Your mom sounds like quite the character- what a joy to have a parent who appreciates and encourages the wyrd.
And for what it’s worth, I believe you- the guardian angel, the dream whispers, the rain in one spot for five months- all of it. All the wyrd things that I have experienced in my life have confirmed not to question the how, only the why.
Yes she was definitely a character. I learned to appreciate her as I got older - of course - and realized the many advantages she offered. Before that I went through a stage of criticizing her for not preparing her kids for the ACTUAL world they lived in. (Which I, to a less degree, also did with my kids!)
Eh, somehow it's all just fine. :-)
"All the wyrd things that I have experienced in my life have confirmed not to question the how, only the why."
We also talk about these occurences as "chaotic nodes."
Points in our lives where our choices create a number of probable realities which then continue and play out. A splintering in effect.
We *choose* one which then becomes our official reality, or the one in which our consciousness remains.
Interesting how certain years become catalyst points for everything that follows in our lives. You mentioned two years, 1980 and 2010, both of which for me were tremendously important choice-points in my life. (I'm not surprised we share that similarity.)
Also not surprising to me that these mega-nodes in our lives often involve more objective encounters with other non-physical essences to help us.
In fact, mankind has always had non-physical guides who occasionally manifest themselves to us when the stakes are high.
Loved this entire post! Just quick thoughts...I think your rain story was one of the first of yours I'd ever read. I think it was an angel on the warehouse street. Many times we can't see them when they whisper in our ear (mind), but you obviously needed the whole shebang to keep you away. Wow! The book thing is so cool and definitely another push to make you who you are. I like to imagine that the spiritual warfare we read and hear about really is both sides having a go at each of us continuously. They have some way of making us think the thoughts we think. How else do our thoughts come to us? How? Then we choose which way we'll go with each thought.
Getting a little long, but the Great Blue Heron has been a symbol of my daughter's presence since about a month or so after she passed away. I can spot them anywhere now, camouflaged or not. Sometimes, one will crossover my path flying at the perfect perpendicular spot on the road to where I am at a meaningful time, one being on the 2nd anniversary of her passing when we were leaving my son's apartment parking lot very near DOWNTOWN NASHVILLE on our way to go Celebrate her with more family at dinner. It flew over just as we pulled out of spot and headed for the exit maybe 20 yards in front and as high. It was perfect!
And I love your reply, Joan!
Angelic appearance - definitely appeals to me.
And yes on the infiltration into our thoughts as being intercepted for manipulation. (Think they've developed a genuine technology for this as well.)
Love the GBH story. Perfect, yes.
I think birds allow spirits to use them - so many stories of people who pass over coming back via birds. Makes sense to me. And blue herons just feel so otherworldly - as if they both do and don't belong here. :-)
So appreciate the kind and expansive comment. Best to you. 💕
I think I may have told you this before, but my son-in-law sees his mother return as a Great Blue Heron, as do his brothers and sister. They see her everywhere. She died two weeks after his wedding to my daughter.
Loved this post too!
Definitely we’re💛
Wyrd. (Spell correct fairy cant spell)
Hi Kathleen.
Good read, as are Mary's Telepathy Tapes.
Too much of humanity is under the spell of left-brain processes, siloed sophistry and logic unknowingly in service of our baser instincts. It takes courage and confidence to point to something we can't quite touch, much less grasp and control.
I'm not yet up to the task. Even 40 years has not been enough to shake the shame of having my vague, stammering description of an unexplainable, life-changing experience brushed off with glib explanations by the one or two I trusted enough to try and communicate.
Since then, I've come to appreciate a thought experiment by Nietzsche ... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum. As is sometimes the case with my own ears.
Though I am not yet ready to directly share my stare into the sun, that light has informed all that I have observed since then. Shadows and Light. Ha. Joni Mitchell's lyrics to that piece opened the eulogy I gave for my dad.
Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor.
Through that musical approach (though still as more of a consumer), before the end of the month, I hope to obliquely address your call to share (still remember "your turn'), and echo some converging thoughts from Mary and Tereza.
Thanks again Kathleen.
Thanks, Steve. Yes the left brain bias thing has been well cultivated.
"Even 40 years has not been enough to shake the shame of having my vague, stammering description of an unexplainable, life-changing experience brushed off with glib explanations by the one or two I trusted enough to try and communicate."
I know this well. Clamped up myself for many years.
I look forward to 'your turn'. :-). Best.
If I may venture a little into this exchange, I would like to comment briefly on one aspect of the discussion. But as Steve wrote so well:
"... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum...."
My comment may not be understood or shared, but I share it anyway.
"Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor."
This chatter of the left brain, is actually not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it, it may be that it is not easy (for some). But indeed, music can help, because when one speaks the other is silent, otherwise we do not understand each other.
Everyone must discover personally (there is no other way) in one way or another what is not really in us and outside of us.
An excellent point, Mia on all that chatter. I find it's helpful in Nature, and in silence to observe this. The observer is easily aware of steady the stream happening in the mind, not engage it (neither accepting or rejecting it, as Jacqueline Hobbs puts it) and sink more deeply into the silence. It becomes pretty clear that whatever it is generating all those thoughts is just happening automatically. We're not doing it. If we don't latch on and give it energy, it starts to dissipate.
Thanks for the comment. Best.
Yes, when we do not think, the brain (because I do not use the word mind (esprit in french), not knowing exactly what it is) is empty so to speak, according to my experience it is an intrusion, almost constant, perhaps partially programmed, I cannot say without evidence.
You are right, we should absolutely not follow this up, let it go without even listening, only hear (different from listening) at the beginning to understand what is happening. I can only say that it is to prevent us from liberating ourselves more widely, by keeping us busy if we listen and interact.
We do not believe what is said, without forgetting that some experiences can be misleading to guide us in reflections other than those of reality.
Good to you too Kathleen
If I may venture a little into this exchange, I would like to comment briefly on one aspect of the discussion. But as Steve wrote so well:
"... a situation in which one tried to describe an experience to those who had not had that experience. What would they hear? A cognitive vacuum...."
My comment may not be understood or shared, but I share it anyway.
"Thanks to dialogue emerging in one of Tereza's recent posts, I was reminded of the power of music to silence the left-brain chatter, or elevate it to a level above narrative. Beyond metaphor."
This chatter of the left brain, is actually not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it, it may be that it is not easy (for some). But indeed, music can help, because when one speaks the other is silent, otherwise we do not understand each other.
Everyone must discover personally (there is no other way) in one way or another what is not really in us and outside of us.
Hi Mia!
Yes!
"... not from us, a careful and prolonged observation, could help to see it ... everyone must discover personally ..."
Yes, yes, yes!
Being here in Japan for so long, and as mostly an outside observer of human nature, I can see the universal truths you stated as being something all cultures seem to have in common ... some kind of instinctual tug-of-war between the "us" of our immature scavenging, self-promoting instincts and our capacity to grow as morally autonomous, socially responsible individuals. And as you say, it is not something which can be forced onto us by parents, teachers, or the corporate nation-state and its institutions. It is a long, hard road — sometimes requiring the courage and solitude for which some will not give up their comfort.
It is a national holiday here in Japan, the Vernal Equinox of the length of day and night being the same. I just returned from watching the movie "Wicked" ... appropriate for the holiday because it implies a celebration of nature. I've been hearing a lot of negativity about the new Disney version of "Snow White", and so I thought a re-writing of "The Wizard of Oz" would equally be a failure. I am so glad to have been wrong. I was moved to tears several times during the movie, and highly recommend it for anyone looking for a very good artistic vision of the fight between good and evil, the psy-ops, the destruction of nature, the future 15 minute cities where all roads lead to Davos, Schwab, Bill Gates. SO much of the current caste war of impending technofeudalism can be seen in this movie ... for those who watch, and listen through the music.
Cheers to you!
steve
"It is a long, hard road — sometimes requiring the courage and solitude for which some will not give up their comfort."
Absolutely!
Thank you for the info on the film, I was not yet aware of it, I am delighted that they have made such a beautiful and relevant movie now, we need it. Hopefully this will give some thought to those who do not yet realize what is really going on.
Here I have a plum tree that is just beginning to bloom, it must be a beautiful sight all those cherry blossoms!
Enjoy this beautiful party!!
Cheers to you also steve.
Hi again Mia.
Just got off the phone helping a former student with business English.
Regarding the movie ... because it is a fantasy-musical, I guess like the advantages and disadvantages of all good art, it is like a mirror. People will look into the mirror and see only what they want to see.
I saw that William Blake thingy ... "the world in a Grain of Sand," or in this case, "the current state-of-the-world in a Movie." Sad to say, but I have family members who will see nothing but "bread and circuses" entertainment, and then quickly forget it.
Another guess about good art (or good science, or good anything) ... is that the better the art, the fewer people who immediately recognize the high quality of the art or its relevance to the world.
Cheers again!
It is nice to be able to count on friends or other people, it has been so long that I marvel at some caring people.
It’s true, you have to be spiritually ready to start seeing, giving up our interpretations etc., it can be a long process, but that’s the way we have to deal with it.
I did not know this poem, yet I read a lot of it, thank you very much, very beautiful!
Yes, the same for some members of my family, it is sad, indeed, because dangerous, without this we would not be so worried, leaving each time he needs, but vaccination and many other treatments sometimes leave us no choice but to come back from time to time (if possible).
I have organized myself in order to be able to welcome them in case of need, sometimes you can’t do more.
"...is that the better the art, the fewer people who immediately recognize the high quality of the art or its relevance to the world."
Yes, the conditioning (and our own nature) to poor quality in all areas has caused havoc, I have thought about this a lot, and many other findings, I have quite well understood this world, but I have more questions than understanding!
You’re a mine of information Steve, that’s impressive.
Cheers
I'm just a minor messenger boy in this forever war of mankind against itself.
That poem also inspired me enough to include this part on one side of my name card, with a translation in Japanese underneath — because it matches some of the Taoist / Zen traditions:
"To see a world in a grain of sand
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And eternity in an hour."
I don't know how well Perplexity Pro can do a translation, but I prompted it to try and keep similar poetic techniques and got this ...
Voir un monde dans un grain de sable
Et un paradis dans une fleur sauvage,
Tenir l'infini au creux de sa main
Et l'éternité en une heure
And on the back side of my name card, a picture of a mathematical metaphor by one of your fellow countrymen, Prof. Benoit Mandelbrot ...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=b005iHf8Z3g
The wiki page on that thing is petty good too, but won't fit on a name card ... https://fr.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ensemble_de_Mandelbrot
And some great background music to go with a mandelbrot set in Japan ... https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IoENgt1h4_A&t=555s
Cheers Mia!
I look forward to that sharing, Steve. And I'm loving that exchange 'tween you and Gunther!
Wyrd. I like that original definition. Or maybe it’s because I am an elder and do seem to split time that way now that I can get away with it. Through many anecdotes, I’ve found having positive and optimistic perceptions of the world at large naturally brings good outcomes, even if it doesn’t seem that way at the time. And asking guardian angels (spirits, manifesting, or whatever definition you use) for help works.
Thanks, Mike.
And, agree! Interacting with many positive spirits around helps.
Appreciate the comment. Best.
Wow, that warehouse block story spooked me out.
I wonder why they didn't just go grab you. Were there witnesses on the block?
Paranoia is the belief that others are after them, to do bad.
Pronoia is the belief that others are there to help them.
My godmother was a Catholic who was superstitious but only believed in positive superstition, not the OCD negative.
I naturally adopted her view in middle age. Prepare for the worst, expect the best or something like that.
I have no idea, except there were delivery trucks here and there on the street. I imagine getting me to actually go into the building would have been the preference. Don't know. Long time ago, but the experience certainly stayed with me, more from the perspective of the mysterious intervention that changed my course, then the potential danger escaped.
I tend to expect that best myself, Rob. Though experience has challenged that from time to time.
Thanks for reading/commenting. Best.
precisely. It is difficult to trust ppl sometimes.
We have to "go with our gut"
I know you carry this with you, it is a life long scar. Maybe not a huge one, but it was an impact. I have the same. We are young and we trust.
So much to love in this post, Kathleen. First off -- the fact that you wrote it! Like ICI Grief, I believe that your rain story may have been one of the first of your pieces that I read, and I tucked its magic away inside me without connecting you to it. Happy to reunite you both through this wonderful, honest, mind-expanding essay!
I was struck by the credit you offer to your mother, for welcoming your wyrdness. It seems you are following in her footsteps beautifully with this piece. It's been fascinating to read other's accounts in the comments, and even what they felt when they were dismissed for sharing their experiences. This is how we build a new reality, no? Speaking it to one another, heart to heart?
Thank you for the kind recommendation, too. I've already seen an uptick in subs...🙏🏻
You're a marvel. Couldn't be happier to know and adore you. ❤️
Ah, I was looking for you in the comments, Mary. I'm late to commenting because, after my glib dismissal of your concern for my health in the call, I came down with a bad flu and slept until 1:30 pm yesterday. But since I hadn't left the house since arriving, I think that's evidence of terrain theory, don't you?
And I've been wanting to slip this to you: https://www.unz.com/runz/american-pravda-who-wrote-shakespeares-plays?
Kathleen, first, I copied that picture to use as my desktop before I scrolled down to find out that you did!
Second, I forgot that you'd linked my article! Flu amnesia! So I got the pleasure of the surprise a second time.
Third, I'm here as your angel to say you were never in danger from the man at the door. Spirit contrived the whole episode, not just the man in passing. It was to get your attention, not scare you with what could have happened. You were always safe, not stupid.
My daughter Veronica recently mentioned that the close calls I've had haunt me far more than anything that actually happened. And she's right, I relive them often, as if I've used up my share of luck. If I'd compiled the list at the time, CPS would've taken my kids. One mom called me a serial abandoner (but I called her in secret 'fearful mom.')
The lesson is that you've always been guarded, always safe. And still safe, and this includes your sons. The angel was telling you things aren't what they seem. You're fine.
And here's my latest miracle story. When I did finally venture out of the house on Tues, I was parked at Lowe's in my brand new Turo rental and returning my cart. I heard the back-up beeps of the car across from me and, when I got to the driver's side, noticed they had scraped the corner of the bumper, leaving a gouge with no paint! They had driven off. WTF!
I drove home, took pictures, called my insurance company. I sent them to the car owner, knowing this was his pride and joy and feeling awful. I got some of the brush marks off but that gouge wasn't going away. I told the owner I would definitely make this right, but I didn't know what that would mean. I went to bed to hibernate.
When I woke up the next afternoon, his note said, "Was it on the driver side?" I said yes. He wrote, "That's an old dent that someone did to me in a parking lot. Don't report it to your insurance or your rates will go up. You're fine, Ms. Tereza." I was floored by his honesty, when I'd been clearly ready to make this up to him. I told him I'd thought my luck had finally run out. And I hoped the circle of karma would come back to him. He answered, "Amen. And I pray your luck never runs out."
So that was the answer to the Poindexter McLaughlin 'What's This For?'
Love this!:
"I'm here as your angel to say you were never in danger from the man at the door. Spirit contrived the whole episode, not just the man in passing. It was to get your attention, not scare you with what could have happened. You were always safe, not stupid."
Well, then, lucky me. A beautiful interpretation and honestly can't 'hear' enough that my sons are safe too. May that sink in deep.
Great story with the car, the honest guy and that you noticed the miracle. XOX
While making some miraculous chocolate and candied ginger pot de creme (in the slow cooker!) I was thinking more about the logic of this. And I'm only belaboring the point because I need to internalize it too. If spirit intervened with the guy passing, who set up the guy at the door and anyone else they might have abducted? Did spirit intervene for you because you're special? Is the rest just the reality of random chance, or even a malevolent spirit?
I think it's all or nothing. Either everything's random chance or nothing is. There's no one else--or no other version of yourself--that got lured through that door. There's no alternate future where your baby suffocated (and I've come home to find mine wedged between the bed and the wall when my husband was watching them and I was ... out writing. Imagine the guilt!)
I really couldn't imagine what possible lesson was going to be in that car dent for me. That I should've gotten the Turo insurance? Not rented a new car? I could never have imagined a car would brush it--I definitely would've noticed those before--in the same place as the dent. And set me up for such a miracle of goodwill and forgiveness.
So don't feel lucky, feel blessed, along with everyone else. It's all going to be okay. As you showed that angel, you're not crazy. And you are everyone.
I take your point - everyone is special or no one is. Everything is random or nothing is. I don't believe in random. Though I do believe in choice and the alternative paths that open when we choose.
Had I ignored the intervention - who knows what experience I'd have had. But whatever it was, I'd have more choices in terms of how I dealt with it; (assuming I survived) whether I took it as proof of being a victim, or whether as an opportunity to overcame it and grow stronger.
And maybe someone else who opened the door (didn't have the intervention) and had a bad experience - maybe that was simply part of their fate and an experience that ultimately served them.
I assume intelligence behind life - and in that, nefarious players too - we need to become savvy about. Also assume that there is something beneficial and organized we can align to energetically. That comes with its own kind of protection.
And yes, ultimately everyone is safe, in the bigger sense.
That chocolate and candied ginger pot de creme sounds amazing! Glad you're feeling better, Tereza.
Thank you, Mary! Definitely wouldn't have put this out without your prompting. Glad I did.
"This is how we build a new reality, no? Speaking it to one another, heart to heart?"
Think that's exactly right. Whatever fears and doubts we've internalized via this highly manipulated world and all its messaging around what's acceptable, what's weird, what serious people believe VS the 'out-there' folks, all of that noise - we just have to live bigger than all of that. Completely agree.
Thanks for the comment and kindness - the feeling is mutual. XOX
I think every parent should have their child read The Gift of Fear by Gavin De Becker. Especially these days! I read it in my early 40's after a horrible relationship ended. I put myself in so many precarious situations as a 20 something, I never thought I'd live beyond 30! Lol. I've had many wyrd experiences... starting around 6. My entire family mocked me for it and much later admitted to seeing wyrd phenomenon in the haunted house we lived in. 🙄. And yet we persist! Thanks for sharing your stories Kathleen.
Thanks, Kat Bro. I'd love to hear about some of those experiences. They do tend to shape us - though often we figure out quick it's best to hide them to avoid being shamed. At this point in my life, I don't really care, nicely.
Appreciate your reading. Best.
My first recollection was waking up to a child reading me a story. I was sleeping in the bottom bunk and woke up for no good reason. Sitting at the end of my bed was a shadowy figure turning pages in a book. I was terrified so dove under the covers! At the same age, same house, a friend was sleeping over so we were downstairs on a pull out couch. I woke up in the middle of the night to two shadowy children reading me a book. I don't remember my reaction but I bet it was similar to the first. Looking back, I felt like they were trying to comfort me. After my grandfather died and we went to stay with my grandmother I woke up to him standing at the end of the bed. I asked him why he was still here and he pointed towards my grandmothers room. She told us he was still there and she spoke to him all the time. In the first instance my sister would have been going through puberty, during the second one I probably was... I have heard "ghosts" are attracted to hormonal shifts. Most recent citing I was renting a flat in a 100+yr old house and I kept feeling a presence in my bedroom. The gal living upstairs said she woke up several times to someone pacing the hall. A third floor window was opened (without us having access to that floor). When I was moving out I felt the presence again and heard, "Get the F OUT!" In my ear. I was like ok! Lots of other experiences...
Wow. Thanks for sharing those.
Sounds like you have a fairly thin veil when it comes to people who haven't fully passed over.
I've had a couple of those with the recently departed. (Not with ones that hang out and haunt a space for a long time.)
One with a friend who died from a brain tumor - 25plus years ago now. I woke up to see a swirly like yellow-goldish blur at the end of my bed. As I was trying to figure out what I was seeing, I felt my friend's presence and got a 'thank you'. In the morning I told my then-husband, "John died". (He thought his wife must have called to tell us.) I knew he'd come to say goodbye and thank me for the prayers.
When we did talk to his wife, she said he passed around the same time of the visit.
It does make you realize that we're really never alone. :-)
As someone who also 'sees things' I believe every word that you write here Kathleen.
Appreciate that Excess! Thank you.
I honestly don't know why anyone would make these kinds of stories up - it just opens you up to ridicule.
Hope all is well with you.
I've had many experiences such as yours, wrote about my awakening here: https://thereverandgonzo.substack.com/publish/posts/detail/157401838?referrer=%2Fpublish%2Fposts
Thank you Rev Gonzo. I'll check it out! Best.
I love this...♥♥I am so thankful that you chose to listen to 'the intervention'. I always feel as if these little moments that shape us are the BIG moments that turn out to define us.
I think that acknowledging them makes our journey bigger, stronger and more dimensional that a straight ticket of everyday grind it out until you die.
We are made up of Spirit, Soul and Body and they are all integral to who we are and who we are meant to be. Or not. It is our choice to listen to that still small voice or the big man angel when it says "don't do it". Not listening to our 'gut'? Then in comes the Big Angel to give you another chance to listen.
We are so much more than what we see with our eyes. There is more to life than tight pants because you drank the cream.
Drink. The. Cream.
"I think that acknowledging them makes our journey bigger, stronger and more dimensional that a straight ticket of everyday grind it out until you die."
You have such a way with words, SJ. Thank you. And agree - it broadens everything out and we all breath a little easier in the space.
"Not listening to our 'gut'? Then in comes the Big Angel to give you another chance to listen." LOL! Thankfully.
Appreciate you and your insights - and that natural humor you wield. ❤️
Because I expected what you wrote to be a quote I looked for Drink. The. Cream. Lol. Fun short article if you have 3min. https://allenpike.com/2020/drink-the-cream
Oh that's too funny. I was just writing and had just had my coffee and some real dairy cream that I was going to pour back into the bottle and I looked at it and said WTH and drank the cream right from the pitcher. It was delicious. Etiquette be damned. It is not the ultra processed kind either, it was from a real dairy cow. ♥
Such a wonderful post, Kathleen. Your writing is so evocative and deep.
Your heart is just what the world needs now.
(And my first thought about the man who disappeared was Oh, that was an angel!)
What a generous and lovely comment, Sheila. Thank you, sincerely.
I like the angel explanation myself. 👼
Very Best.
being a woman in your 20s is always a precarious thing when you are alone. I have been accosted in a parking lot by a creep. I survived, yes, by something or someone that was not there. He was holding me against the passenger side of my car and insisting I give him the keys. I dug around in my purse and then it occured "I can not find my keys" and I said it over and over.
eventually a car drove through the lot and I ran out into the street.
It was wyrd.
When my best friend and I were walking during the day in our neighborhood, a man was walking toward us. He stared at us the whole time. we moved over into the street as he passed and I looked back and he was standing there looking at us ahead. My instinct was to run, and I told my friend "run" He chased after us for a good half mile. It was horrifying.
who knows, if the guy standing at the door calling you really had very bad intentions. I would have been oblivious too. Your story is a good lesson.
We learn so many when we are young. Honestly, we need to keep those protections and lessons in mind. The country is more populated now.
God Bless you dear Kathleen
Thanks, Rosemary. And yes I have no idea what might have, or might not have happened if I didn't change course. I suspect though, no good.
I have certainly learned to listen to my gut! Thanks for sharing and best to you.
OMG! This was just so superb in every possible way. I agree with everyone who said you are so "deep". Holy Moly, Kathleen, what's it like down there? lol How many leagues down are you? 'Deep' automatically makes us think of the ocean though, doesn't it? Reminds me of that line from psalm 42:7 "Deep calls unto deep". I think the deep in you was calling to the deep in all of us with this piece. Thank you so much.
Unfortunately, I don't have an anecdote to share, but I totally believe everything you shared, as well as what the other readers shared. These kinds of sharings only serve to increase our faith, so this has been a real blessing for all of us.
I was really happy to know in a comment you wrote to me that "I crack you up." Thanks for telling me. That's what makes life worth living for me, so I'm glad that for a brief moment or two, I can help lighten your load. xoxo
Your comment has put a big smile on my face, Ronnie - not surprising. You do just splash-out generosity, don't you?? And humor and yes, you lighten lots of loads I'm guessing!
"These kinds of sharings only serve to increase our faith, so this has been a real blessing for all of us."
Love this. Agree, and I imagine all the things we can't explain and don't know, once we get comfortable with that, restores some humility and wonder too.
Thanks, Ronnie - wonder that you are.❤️
Thanks, Kathleen, and what a "human" you are yourself!
I forgot to comment on the synchronicity of both of us including something by William Blake in our recent essays. I didn't know much about him really, but I like his quotes. Then you told me about him being a painter also, so I looked up his paintings.
Talk about "wyrd stuff", but it's hard to take your eyes off them. All the naked bodies and the creepy scenes depicted are raw and scary, but also very "deep".
And about Michael Meade, yes, I like his stuff for sure. Back when I belonged to the "liberal" ordinan (Old Order) lol I used to listen to NPR and there was some good programming. I especially liked "New Dimensions" and that's how I became acquainted with Michael Meade. (Thanks for the link to the Two Agreements of the Soul.) I decided not to throw the baby out with the bathwater on this issue either because I will still listen on occasion. The program is broadcast on Saturdays here in NM, but you can find it on line and find out what's on their agenda.
You probably also remember it from "the way back when". Until next time, take good care.
Re William Blake- I know, right? He's not exactly in the news...
I don't really remember "New Dimensions' though I used to soak up NPR.
I'll look for it - they do still have some worthwhile (not too propagandee) stuff.
See you soon!
You, Kathleen. Are. An. Incredibly. Gifted. Writer.
Wowza!
Thanks for provocation--I am now remembering many of my experiences past.
-Like the time, a large white stallion reared up in front of me at the end of a neighborhood street in Ireland. When I told my friend who lived a few houses away about the white horse I'd met, she cocked her head and said, "there are no white horses that live up there."
-Or the time I was speeding along the Blue Ridge Parkway in Tennessee and just happened to look to the right at a small building standing alone with nothing else around it for miles. A man was sweeping the porch reflectively. I began to slow down, looked again and he waved, with a "come on in" kind of gesture. It took a few miles to turn around, and whenI pulled into the parking area of this remote building the man had already gone. At the time, I figured he was the handyman and was off doing another job, so I went into the store which just happened to be a Christian bookstore. The lady in the shop was surprised to see me and asked how I found the place. I told her about the man sweeping on the porch. She smiled and said, "we don't have a handyman and there was no one sweeping my porch." Turned out this was a private home that just happened to have a bookstore in its front room. Luckily, they did sell books! We had a nice little chat; I bought a Bible and when I left, she said,"I think it was Jesus was on the porch today."
-Once I woke up at 3am in New Mexico feeling like I was having a heart attack. It took about an hour of walking and conscious breathing to stop the symptoms. The next day my Mom called to tell my Dad was in hospital after a heart attack. When I asked what time it happened, she said 2am. Took a few minutes, but I finally put the puzzle together completely--they were in California where it was an hour earlier. That was one of the first of many future sympathetic resonances that continue today--30 years later.
Ahhh...such a wonderful way to hear about and share wyrd stuff.
☀️🙏💛
great post. I could write a book about- wyrd. things impossible to believe. I will share one intervention. On a mission "special operation" as they- were called in those days. Somewhere foreign: a surface to surface missile exploded about 25 foot infront of me. I saw t-he missile and t-he fireball. In that split- second I knew I was going to be vaporized, nothing to do. I felt- t-he heat of t-he fireball. then nothing.T-he hairs on my fingers and hand were singed off. the crystal face of my Seiko wat-ch was totally melted and part of it was black like obsidian. Other than that- I was unscathed.--
-my take on these things: you have a destiny- to fulfill. 99.999% of people do not- know what- their destiny- is. You agreed to it- between lives, [you and Cosmos} you came into this life to fulfill that destiny. You are doing just that-. You come int-o this life not- being aware of your dest-iny, but- you fulfill it. Y-ou had free will t-o accept-- t-his destiny bet-ween lives, now as y-ou are in th-is life, t-he cosmos intervenes t-o ensure y-our destiny-is fulfilled.
Y-ou are doing y-our job most- excellent-.
I will share some get- ready with- you when t-he time is appropriate. Then you will heed my- words and get- ready-. Now is not the time for me -o share. You do not- want- t-o know what- I know.
So good to see you in the comments, David. I thought of you when I asked readers to share their wyrd stuff! I know you have loads of unexplained. And I'd read that book if you wrote it!
Extraordinary. Clearly was not your time to go!
Yes, we agree to it - I think so too. And it probably looks like a walk in the park when we do. I truly believe the grace-rain in my yard was designed to snap me out of my belief that there was a mistake made in my being born. And it worked.
Very kind - I hope I am living my destiny. I trust you are.
Very best to you. Thanks for reading and commenting. Hope you're doing well.
We see extraordinary things that come with subtle messages for our benefit. Helps and guidance. No doubt the rain was a message, only you can make the connection: it is the correct message. I am impressed that you received that message. The proof of the correctness is your current activities. So needed and welcome in this upside down world.
I see many people that are revealing truths. I am thankful for each one and pray for their continued well being.
🙏 Thanks, David.
Yes, it feels upside-down and inside-out! I'll take the prayers and send some your way. :-)
In June of 2028 I will t-ell y-ou what- t-o do. T-rump is th-e last- president-. T---here will be t-he campaigns in 2028, t-he convent-ions, but- t-here will be no elect-ion. It- do-es n-ot g-et- canceled, it- just- does not- happen. I will ---e--xplain in June of 2028.
A bit ominous, yet it actually feels right. (Written about in that book by Lockwood - The Last President from late 1800's.)
Yeah, life ain't what we think it is. I look forward to reading about it.
Love your wyrd heart and soul, Kathleen! Major goose bumps at the “Are you crazy?” part- I’m so glad the universe knew what it was doing and left you living it the rest of your unique and significant experience!
Your mom sounds like quite the character- what a joy to have a parent who appreciates and encourages the wyrd.
And for what it’s worth, I believe you- the guardian angel, the dream whispers, the rain in one spot for five months- all of it. All the wyrd things that I have experienced in my life have confirmed not to question the how, only the why.
Thanks Tonika.
Yes she was definitely a character. I learned to appreciate her as I got older - of course - and realized the many advantages she offered. Before that I went through a stage of criticizing her for not preparing her kids for the ACTUAL world they lived in. (Which I, to a less degree, also did with my kids!)
Eh, somehow it's all just fine. :-)
"All the wyrd things that I have experienced in my life have confirmed not to question the how, only the why."
Well put.
XOXO
We also talk about these occurences as "chaotic nodes."
Points in our lives where our choices create a number of probable realities which then continue and play out. A splintering in effect.
We *choose* one which then becomes our official reality, or the one in which our consciousness remains.
Interesting how certain years become catalyst points for everything that follows in our lives. You mentioned two years, 1980 and 2010, both of which for me were tremendously important choice-points in my life. (I'm not surprised we share that similarity.)
Also not surprising to me that these mega-nodes in our lives often involve more objective encounters with other non-physical essences to help us.
In fact, mankind has always had non-physical guides who occasionally manifest themselves to us when the stakes are high.
We are never alone.
Great comment, Philip. I wasn't familiar with chaotic nodes.
Agree, non-physical presences have always been with us - 'good' and 'bad'.
Thanks for reading and - as you always do - expand the subject.
Best.