Dom-St-Maria, Augsburg, Germany; by Rebecca Kennison |
The Spirit World wants to make contact with you, for we are part of it's world. When Spirit tries to connect, it will try anything to get through to you. You just have to be open
to things that repeat that catch your attention. Maybe it’s the light you keep
swearing you turn off only to find it on again. Imagination is a tool of the
third eye, and the doorway exists at the line between being aware of the higher
purpose of a pattern and forcing a connection between events.
Magic is always a hairs’ breath
from madness. The fae are always slipping through awareness out of the corner
of your eye. We pretend our dreams aren’t real because it gives us comfort.
Spirits are standing beside you right now.
In circle with my community at
Samhain this year, I heard spirit coming through. We were chanting to our
ancestors, when I heard, clear as a bell, an organ playing “East Side, West
Side” and I felt the brush of a waltz spinning around me. In my ear a deep
female voice was singing breathily, all
around the town… Spirit was with us.
I’m auditory. I always joke to my
friends that I hear dead people. That moment during circle reminded me about my
personal doorway to spirit. It’s such a part of my life now that I don’t think
it’s weird anymore. I’m the kind of girl who is always singing in her head, so
I shouldn’t have been surprised that spirit would use lyrics and melodies to
catch my attention.
When I first started sensing spirit
more strongly, I got this one song stuck in my head. It was awful, like it was
on a timed loop. Or maybe what was really awful was the fact that it looped
after the first two lines, over and over and over again. And I’m the kind of
clueless that I didn’t even get it until my friends looked at me when I
complained about the persistent melody and said, “Hello, ancestor girl. Spirit
knocking.”
You could have pushed me over with
a feather. I hadn’t thought about it. But I started paying attention. Every
time I sense intuitively that spirit is near, the song track plays in the back
of my head as a validator. I’ve peeled back another layer and my vision is
deeper, wider. I can see more. This doorway of mine… it’s not the kind of song
that would win awards. If I had a little more ego or pride I might be too embarrassed
to be honest. Sometimes you don’t pick the magic, the magic picks you.
…come and knock on our door,
we’ll be waiting for you…
- Three’s Company television theme song
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