From my travels – August 2012
A reminder of the mystical energies around us –
I had just asked my Higher Self a question when I heard the slightest sound outside the window. One of the wind-chimes hanging over the patio was responding. Was that a yes or a no, I wondered? It certainly felt like an affirmative. If it had been a “no,” might it have been a thunderclap? It was after all, raining!
Raining in San Diego? As I had unpacked my car a couple of weeks prior, I commented to my beloved long-time friend who had invited me to stay with her and her doggies on this leg of my journey, that one of the few garments on a hanger piled on top of my belongings in the back seat, was a raincoat.
“You’ll not need that,” she commented, “This is San Diego, It never rains here.”
Hah! Yet, it was raining. It was a fine rain, the kind that soaks you slowly yet feels good on your skin. It wasn’t cold, much chillier than the eighty degrees of the preceding days, but comfortable. This subtle down pour was a surprise, and I thought somehow it was a good sign.
Yesterday I had repeatedly called in my guides and angels, more so than usual.
“You want me to do the work,” I pleaded, “then show me the way. I cannot do this much longer. I am weary of this lifestyle (I had been on the road for over six months,) and I want a home. I want to unpack, have a kitchen where I can prepare and eat the food I want, go to bed and to the bathroom when I am inclined, stretch and do the loud breathing exercises I learned in Continuum, and cry and wail when I need to release my pent-up energies, not to mention unabashedly self-pleasuring once in a while!”
And, I added emphatically, “show me the money!”
I had gone out to do more research in the area, to check on spiritual centers, healing centers and holistic clinics I had found listed from a Google search I’d done. Additionally I’d discovered a metaphysical book-store on-line that was relatively close by and figured I should check that too.
I always told people who were looking to connect with others of like consciousness to seek out alternative bookstores, that these were usually places where you could find notices and adverts about happenings of a spiritual nature. Now, here was I, following my own advice.
The energy inside the store felt pretty good so I looked around for a while. There is something to be said for being in an environment where the focus is awareness and healing. You feel it immediately. Judging from the kind of merchandise displayed and the empty spots on the shelves I was inclined to believe that the owner focused more on the many events listed in their program than running a retail establishment.
I spoke with a striking woman behind the counter, telling her that I was new to the area and that I was looking for a place to do my spiritual mentoring sessions where I could simply split the fees with the proprietor. I gave her my name and phone number plus, as an afterthought, I handed her my card that bore my old number. Most people like my card, it says so much more about me than what I could verbalize in a few seconds. I chose the colors and descriptions about my services very carefully and, while I’m often prompted to give a further description or explanation about what I do, the card works. The woman promised to pass my information on to the owner.
It wasn’t until I was leaving the store that I noticed the board outside listing their roster, not only of upcoming events, many of which seemed to have a Native American Indian theme, but also several psychic readers, available on hand for several hours a day. I couldn’t believe I hadn’t seen the board prior to entering and, for an instant I was inclined to go back inside and explain that I hadn’t seen the board.
But why would I do that, I pondered. I have never considered myself to be a psychic and certainly have never described myself as such. I believe us all to have intuitive abilities and when I am asked if I’m psychic, I usually respond that I am an intuitive and spiritual mentor. I believe that many people who consult psychics are looking to be told what to do and with whom to do it. They are looking for answers but may not be willing to do the inner work, to be responsible for what they have created, and to be ready to release their limited egos enough to expand and welcome shift and change.
I choose to put every event and experience into a spiritual context, meaning that there is a reason and higher purpose for everything- bar nothing. Each person is highly significant and each has a mission. There are no victims, simply a lack of higher knowing and understanding. The answers are within, I tell people, but we all need a guiding hand to find them and to devise a plan or activate protocols to resolve and elevate our issues and challenges.
As I turned to head back to my car, I almost collided with a most interesting individual. She, or was it he, sported an interesting uni-sexual haircut dyed with vibrant yet pleasing colors in orange and yellow tones. They wore tights with a subtle opalescent glimmer and a black waist-length jacket with silver studs. There was something very soothing about this androgynous person’s countenance.
Our near-collision had swung me around so that I was suddenly facing a different direction. I looked over to the other side of the road and saw the name of the hair salon I’d made an appointment with earlier. Ah, so that’s where it’s located. Now I didn’t have to go Googling for that!
I got in my car and headed back in the direction of my friend’s home. As I passed through an area of small houses and low buildings, most of which were designated for business, a large banner caught my eye. A chiropractor was having an open house and all were invited. How fortuitous I thought, I am looking for a chiropractor. I went in and was warmly greeted by the receptionist and by the Doctor himself. I inquired as to what school of chiropractic he practiced and if he would be open to communicating with the Doctor in Sonoma who had treated me for three months. The response was all positive and I took a card. I would call and make an appointment after the holiday, I told them.
I continued up the street to another Healing Light center I’d intended to visit. There were not only large paintings of angels in their storefront window but large wood carvings of angels attached to the awning of the building. But the place was locked and nobody was there.
I turned once again to head back to my car when a person went flying by on a bicycle who felt quite out of context. It was the person I had almost collided with as I’d left the book-store. On the back of his jacket, outlined in silver studs were large angel’s wings!
Okay, I thought, something is going on here. A message is being delivered. It came to me in a flash, I had set out to find a place to work, following leads that I only mildly resonated with and, in so doing, I was undermining my truth of how things are delivered to me. Not only that, I had cleverly filed away the protocols I teach others with left-brain rationale. But what the Universe had delivered was within the realm of nurturing and being good to me. What a concept!
For days after landing in San Diego I had been plying my guides and High Self with questions about my circumstances, the discomfort and not knowing how I was going to move forward. Despite all I knew I was overlooking the signals – the FEELINGS – the knowing of who I am – of the angel I am.
My unsuspecting angel on his (or was it her) bicycle served me with a beautiful reminder that angels are all around in very diverse clothing. Aren’t we?
In these tumultuous times, PLEASE don’t forget your mystical nature. Let the angelic nature of your Divine Self emerge!!
In love and Light –