Natural Mystic

October 11th, 2022 - what an interesting day. That was yesterday. I drove to Palm Coast to open up a house for someone. I had dug out my old journal that morning with the intention of completing the blog post I had begun yesterday in which I shared the story of the “Anastasia Spiecker obituary” my Uncle and Aunt sent me back in 2004. (You can read that here).

As I drove to the home, I found myself feeling very much like I was on the threshold of something. Like reality felt especially magical- perhaps mystical is a better word. I had the thought that we are functioning on a symbolic plane in a way - that everything - even the road I was traveling on was a living symbol. My fear of driving on the interstate even- as dumb as that may seem to some- is a living symbol- an opportunity to confront my greatest foe: fear. Everything we are experiencing is actually a reflection of some greater or higher unfolding, that from a different level, looks much different. But here, the symbols translate into things like a “chance encounter” or a “fear of the interstate.” These are all thoughts I had while navigating the neighborhood of Palm Coast.

In any case, after I opened up the home, I decided I would go grab a tea nearby and write, in case I was needed back at the house. I debated whether to go to Starbucks, which was closer, or travel to the local coffee shop, “The Jacked Up Bean,” that I had discovered the last time I was there. I almost pulled into Starbucks but something told me to keep going. Before I walked into “The Jacked Up Bean,” I took a picture of the inside cover of my old journal so I could finish up my blog post.

When I had placed my order (which I almost did not place since they didn’t have decaf tea and I don’t really drink caffeine) and went to go sit down on a small couch, a woman came up to me and told me kindly that she and her friend were planning to sit there, and she’d happily share the couch or could I please select a different seat. I complied, simply sitting in a chair across from the couch instead.

I opened my computer to write and, as they began talking together, I debated whether to leave or not. I wasn’t sure I would be able to concentrate. I wrote but I also couldn’t help but listen to their conversation. I had noticed one woman was walking with a cane and she seemed to be young, about my age, probably. The other was chatting with the shop owner about interviewing him for her podcast. I got a sense of them even better since I wasn’t looking at them, but polishing off my blog post. I sensed their energy was very good and bright.

It occurred to me that I was there for a reason this day at this time and place. I had only taken about two sips of my green tea because I know my system does not handle caffeine well. Obviously, I wasn’t here for the tea. I was here to make this connection, to experience this experience. All of it.

So I spoke up. I asked about the woman’s podcast. I soon learned her name was Becky and her friend was Sky. When Becky handed me her card which said “Trust the Universe” (pictured below), I said, “This is just so weird. I’ve had the feeling we are in very liminal space right now- I feel like the other world is right here with ours, if that makes any sense.”

Sky said, “Yes, that's because it is. The veil grows thinner as we approach the Day of the Dead.” I said, “I just read a quote by Albert Einstein right before I came in here, about mysticism, and I think I should read it to you guys.”

I took out my phone and read the quote from the picture I had taken of the inside of my journal cover: “The most beautiful and most profound emotion we can experience is the sensation of the mystical.” Sky said that was her quote on the front page of her website. We all agreed there were no coincidences.

I tried not to monopolize their time but I did learn a few more things from chatting with them briefly. One is that Sky is a healer, seer, and a certified life coach. She is also battling metstastic breast cancer. If you read my last blog post you will read the story about my meeting of Denise, the seer, during my battle with cancer in 2009, and my session with her.

The similarities of that meeting to this one, my recent reflections of fear and wondering if people like Denise (who helped me so much) are doing something “bad” or “dangerous,” (religious fears that have been brought up to me) and considerations of becoming a “life coach” (a phrase just recently attributed to my potential aspirations) have been speaking to me loud and clear. And I must listen.

It’s time to let go of my fear of growing more fully into myself. I am naturally deeply connected with the world of Spirit and I don’t need to be afraid of my gifts. I also don’t need to be afraid of what people will think of me.

These two big fears have, no doubt, been playing out in my life for a long time now. There was a time, last October actually, when I became afraid of my connection to Spirit and thought I needed to become Catholic. I was going through a very intense time in my personal life and, therefore, mentally.

Now, this October, I am reminded once again of my connection to Spirit, as I feel it strongly. I believe I am being guided to accept that as part of who I am in this life. The message I am seeing is to release fear. It was even on my tea bag tonight (see below). As always, I am prayerfully curious to see it unfold. I trust Jesus and I trust life. And I trust the Universe.

Stick With It

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