Spending time this week thinking about the anniversary of my son's birth. It is always an emotional time of year. I am reminded that I have brought by son up and that another year of our lives has passed. It is naturally a time for introspection mixed with nostalgia and a glimpse back over the passing years.
Today my path was marked by meeting a 38 year old parrot. A beautiful green parrot in a tatty old cage. I asked the owner if the parrot was okay (he looked bored) - no, I was wrong, he was just being thoughtful. I said Hello; the parrot replied 'Hello'; I loved the parrot instantly. I was rewarded with my joy by watching the bird hang upside down by one ageing talon and the guy behind the counter coming out and spending some time explaining the life story of the bird.
The parrot had a new cage; he didn't like it; he refused to eat and so they had to give him his old cage back; hence the tatty appearance only a 38 year old parrot cage can have. This particular parrot will only let his owner go near him - anyone else risks losing a finger. This is since his owner nursed him as a young parrot and fed him anti-biotics 1- 1,000th part water. They had no idea how to measure that so they guessed and gave him a tiny drop, wondering if it was going to kill him. The owner got up in the middle of the night to feed him spoonfuls of honey, because he wasn't eating his seed and the bird grew into a strong, healthy young parrot. As the parrot grew in strength the pet shop owner started taking him travelling, 'Dill' - the parrot loves to go in the car and the faster you go, the more he likes it! I guess he screams faster, faster.. or something.
The pet shop owner used to sit him on top of his cage at Walthamstow market in London, 'and you know how busy that gets?' he said to me; one day he was fighting his way through the crowds in Walthamstow and the parrot flew off the cage, through the crowd and landed on his shoulder. Of all the people in the crowd, the old man could not believe the parrot found him.
When Dill was a baby parrot and very sick, the old man used to rub his cheek and say 'poor Dill' and now when Dill has to go back in his cage he rubs the old mans cheek with his beak and says 'poor Dill'.
For some bizarre (and yet, very sweet) reason the old man decided I should have some of Dill's feathers; he had them saved behind the counter stuck in a notice board and he let me have them, proud to show me the brilliant red and yellow and blue that is hidden under the brilliant green of Dill's top feathers.
Dill is walking along his perch now, he has got bored hanging upside down by one claw; Dill also starred in Treasure Island and played the part of Flint at the Palace Theatre in Westcliff. I take Dill's picture and tell the old man I am going to share Dill with everyone I know. I say 'Bye Dill' to the parrot; he ignores me; I laugh. The parrot laughs...ha ha ha and says 'Bye'; we all laugh again, oh, my, gosh, the parrot has a sense of humour.
I have enjoyed 10 minutes out of a busy day with a pet shop owner; I love the colour green; feathers are one of my favourite symbols of spirit and my coincidence with Dill (and I am pretty sure it is the same parrot)..
31 years ago when there was a huge, glamorous, 3 storied Department Store to rival Harrods in Southend called Keddies, they used to host a Gala evening; as a 13 year old girl I remember being swept through the crowds, past Leo .. not Leo Sayer, the other celebrity that tap danced a lot...and into a throng of people standing around a parrot; the quiz was to guess the age of the parrot and I guessed he was about 7. I filled the form in and thought no more of it - until my Mum showed me the Magnum of Champagne that had been delivered just in time for Christmas! Well, the parrot was 7, it was 31 years ago and now I have met Dill who is 38..
(oh, and I was born in Walthamstow and I am sure my mum used to drag me to the market - which would make this the 3rd time my path has crossed with a green parrot who likes a laugh!)
Friday 26 March 2010
Thursday 25 March 2010
Surfing Angels at the beach
25th March 2010; I cannot believe I am typing that date..2010... where did the 90s go?
This time 17 years ago I was a mum-in-waiting; A baby due on 21st March was already 4 days late. I thought the party would never start. Me and his Dad had moved into a flat near to Southend town centre with our newly born kittens and their mum; walking distance for me to get to work. Spiritual matters didn't get a look in. Work at a typewriter in a lawyers office filling in forms. sticking to legal deadlines, obtaining court orders, hitting targets; oh yes, and studying for Legal Executive exams to be sat in June. no problem. Not really surprising I didn't put on that much weight during my pregnancy, my feet didn't hit the floor!
Every day spent in an office; every night spent in a blur of housework, snatched conversations with Charlie's Dad and a bit of t.v. every now and again. Time for spiritual matters did not enter into it. At all. We moved when I was pregnant; I changed my job and took on a really responsible, demanding role and decided it was time for a mortgage. okay then. no problem. The surprising thing was my son was 8lb 12 ozs - I swear he should have been a 9lb er but I lost weight during the labour. A beautiful, healthy, shiny, blonde bundle of joy. When he was 3 weeks old I went back to work. 3 weeks into motherhood and work drew me back in like a magnet. Rewarding to my sense of self-identity to sit behind a typewriter and hit targets by petitioning the Court with requests for legal orders... Charlie at home with his Dad until lunchtime.
Charlie developed a voice by 3 months; a clear voice in his head, his eyes, the way he clung to my neck when it was time for me to leave him and go to work. His soul connected with mine and everyday became harder to leave him. By the time he was 6 months old and fully functioning as a demanding, loving, smiling, laughing baby boy I knew there was no way I could keep up going to work..
This time 17 years ago I was a mum-in-waiting; A baby due on 21st March was already 4 days late. I thought the party would never start. Me and his Dad had moved into a flat near to Southend town centre with our newly born kittens and their mum; walking distance for me to get to work. Spiritual matters didn't get a look in. Work at a typewriter in a lawyers office filling in forms. sticking to legal deadlines, obtaining court orders, hitting targets; oh yes, and studying for Legal Executive exams to be sat in June. no problem. Not really surprising I didn't put on that much weight during my pregnancy, my feet didn't hit the floor!
Every day spent in an office; every night spent in a blur of housework, snatched conversations with Charlie's Dad and a bit of t.v. every now and again. Time for spiritual matters did not enter into it. At all. We moved when I was pregnant; I changed my job and took on a really responsible, demanding role and decided it was time for a mortgage. okay then. no problem. The surprising thing was my son was 8lb 12 ozs - I swear he should have been a 9lb er but I lost weight during the labour. A beautiful, healthy, shiny, blonde bundle of joy. When he was 3 weeks old I went back to work. 3 weeks into motherhood and work drew me back in like a magnet. Rewarding to my sense of self-identity to sit behind a typewriter and hit targets by petitioning the Court with requests for legal orders... Charlie at home with his Dad until lunchtime.
Charlie developed a voice by 3 months; a clear voice in his head, his eyes, the way he clung to my neck when it was time for me to leave him and go to work. His soul connected with mine and everyday became harder to leave him. By the time he was 6 months old and fully functioning as a demanding, loving, smiling, laughing baby boy I knew there was no way I could keep up going to work..
Monday 22 March 2010
The internal debate over getting myself into the homeless centre as a volunteer
Monday - first day of the week; task one; wake up. check.
2. connect with higher source and feel grateful to be alive.
3. turn alarm clock off (that hasn't gone off yet). woke up earlier than I needed to so I could stress a bit about volunteering in the homeless shelter. Lots of things to stress about ..should I be working there? is it too dangerous for me to risk my welfare? am I valued there? is this a lifelong commitment or shall I just drag myself in and see what sort of negative vibes I have got to wade through..
4. put kettle on
5. run bath
6. time spent in bath, washing hair, soaping and drinking tea - 20 minutes.
7. dry long curly, unruly, water logged hair whilst still thinking about the pros and cons of going to the homeless centre
why am I getting ready to go in if I have half decided not to go?
but I have said I am going to go -v- no-one will expect me to be there or not
my word is my bond -v- no-one will be bothered if I go or not
I am committed to having a helping experience -v- the atmosphere is unpleasant
I want to help -v- the kitchen has a condemned cooker
I am using my gifts to be of the best use I can be -v- there are mice in the kitchen
I am going to brighten someones day -v- there is a lot of moisture to breathe in the kitchen
I am going to feel better by helping people -v- there is nowhere to keep my handbag
8. Wake teenage son and run the bath again
9. pile of today's clothes on the ironing board
10. Southend radio - bit of music may sway the balance between the homeless centre or... not
11. that is the kicker; calling in to say I don't want to volunteer anymore; I can't handle the atmospheres, the people arguing, the fighting, the hatred; dealing with homeless people who hate anyone who has, god forbid, a car - just so I can help people who need me;
12. the volunteer manager has pissed off on a tree - planting 'jolly' with 11 helpers in a mini bus; so I can't even speak to my regular boss about the fact that I don't want to go in.
13. dressed; brushed; hair tied back (kitchen rules).
14. teenager armed with lunch money .. check; keys..check; mobile phone..check; rapid signature of a letter home from school; a drive to school. Kick him out at the drop off point; turn the car round; return home.
15. park up; rush back indoors; last minute homeless centre preparations - lose the credit card and cash from my purse; no, ditch the purse and leather bag completely; hare around hunting for old gym bag, to carry phone and keys. that is it, bare minimum.
16. debate over whether to wear woollen coat (looks bad and also WILL pick up the smell from the kitchen);
17. ipod; gym bag; leave home.
To return hours later after a long stressful day in a homeless centre; only to be reminded that my concerns pale into insignificance by comparison with the guy who is sleeping on a concrete step at night; feeding 25 people with hotdogs and soup because the cooker doesn't work; hearing about the 'goings on' and the argy bargy - of which there is quite a lot. I come home, tired, physically drained but actually with a feeling of having spent my day in a worthwhile occupation.
18. Thank God for allowing me to have overcome my lower self and drag my carcuss into a homeless centre where my right speech; right thinking and right actions have made me a better person today.
Lots of love and light to all of you who need it.
2. connect with higher source and feel grateful to be alive.
3. turn alarm clock off (that hasn't gone off yet). woke up earlier than I needed to so I could stress a bit about volunteering in the homeless shelter. Lots of things to stress about ..should I be working there? is it too dangerous for me to risk my welfare? am I valued there? is this a lifelong commitment or shall I just drag myself in and see what sort of negative vibes I have got to wade through..
4. put kettle on
5. run bath
6. time spent in bath, washing hair, soaping and drinking tea - 20 minutes.
7. dry long curly, unruly, water logged hair whilst still thinking about the pros and cons of going to the homeless centre
why am I getting ready to go in if I have half decided not to go?
but I have said I am going to go -v- no-one will expect me to be there or not
my word is my bond -v- no-one will be bothered if I go or not
I am committed to having a helping experience -v- the atmosphere is unpleasant
I want to help -v- the kitchen has a condemned cooker
I am using my gifts to be of the best use I can be -v- there are mice in the kitchen
I am going to brighten someones day -v- there is a lot of moisture to breathe in the kitchen
I am going to feel better by helping people -v- there is nowhere to keep my handbag
8. Wake teenage son and run the bath again
9. pile of today's clothes on the ironing board
10. Southend radio - bit of music may sway the balance between the homeless centre or... not
11. that is the kicker; calling in to say I don't want to volunteer anymore; I can't handle the atmospheres, the people arguing, the fighting, the hatred; dealing with homeless people who hate anyone who has, god forbid, a car - just so I can help people who need me;
12. the volunteer manager has pissed off on a tree - planting 'jolly' with 11 helpers in a mini bus; so I can't even speak to my regular boss about the fact that I don't want to go in.
13. dressed; brushed; hair tied back (kitchen rules).
14. teenager armed with lunch money .. check; keys..check; mobile phone..check; rapid signature of a letter home from school; a drive to school. Kick him out at the drop off point; turn the car round; return home.
15. park up; rush back indoors; last minute homeless centre preparations - lose the credit card and cash from my purse; no, ditch the purse and leather bag completely; hare around hunting for old gym bag, to carry phone and keys. that is it, bare minimum.
16. debate over whether to wear woollen coat (looks bad and also WILL pick up the smell from the kitchen);
17. ipod; gym bag; leave home.
To return hours later after a long stressful day in a homeless centre; only to be reminded that my concerns pale into insignificance by comparison with the guy who is sleeping on a concrete step at night; feeding 25 people with hotdogs and soup because the cooker doesn't work; hearing about the 'goings on' and the argy bargy - of which there is quite a lot. I come home, tired, physically drained but actually with a feeling of having spent my day in a worthwhile occupation.
18. Thank God for allowing me to have overcome my lower self and drag my carcuss into a homeless centre where my right speech; right thinking and right actions have made me a better person today.
Lots of love and light to all of you who need it.
Saturday 20 March 2010
Three pigeons; two magpies and a random stranger asking me the way!
As a spirit writer and clairvoyant I am happily moving along my own steps in this journey that is my life.
Having had some doubt this week about whether I should be spirit writing or what element of psychic work I should be doing... I have attempted to maintain my connection with spirit in my everyday experience.
Today, walking along the seafront, with the wind in my hair and Abba on my ipod I decided I had had enough of the music and took my headphones out; traipsing up a hill against the wind, rounded a corner just in time for a silver people carrier to spot me, wind down his window and.. you guessed it.. asked me for directions!
This is always something that makes me chuckle now, it is a little joke from spirit to remind me that I am the person who knows the way.
I point him in the right direction and head towards town, in time to see two magpies on the grass at the seaside. Lovely. Two for joy..
I have been asked the way and seen one of my favourite spiritual nature messengers.
Love and light to all of you who need it.
Having had some doubt this week about whether I should be spirit writing or what element of psychic work I should be doing... I have attempted to maintain my connection with spirit in my everyday experience.
Today, walking along the seafront, with the wind in my hair and Abba on my ipod I decided I had had enough of the music and took my headphones out; traipsing up a hill against the wind, rounded a corner just in time for a silver people carrier to spot me, wind down his window and.. you guessed it.. asked me for directions!
This is always something that makes me chuckle now, it is a little joke from spirit to remind me that I am the person who knows the way.
I point him in the right direction and head towards town, in time to see two magpies on the grass at the seaside. Lovely. Two for joy..
I have been asked the way and seen one of my favourite spiritual nature messengers.
Love and light to all of you who need it.
Saturday 13 March 2010
Physical work-out is really important after psychic activity
My little world this week: reading for people is a really interesting way to spend an evening. I have learnt the importance of 'coming down' after spending time in the higher vibration that is spirit. If not enough attention is paid to re-entering the atmosphere it is easy to feel extremely low after a spirit connection. This is quite a normal process and I have learnt that the antidote for me is to visit the gym. A workout on the treadmill, building up heart rate and burning a few hundred calories leaves me feeling rested. Yes, rested. Physically cleansed, energy re-aligned and ready to go.
I am working on a frequently asked questions leaflet today so that I can have them printed out ready to hand to people when they ask me about spirit writing and all spirit related matters. It is to this end that I am reversing my resistance to people asking me questions and I am inviting questions from people in an attempt to answer from my higher self. Bring on the questions.
I am working on a frequently asked questions leaflet today so that I can have them printed out ready to hand to people when they ask me about spirit writing and all spirit related matters. It is to this end that I am reversing my resistance to people asking me questions and I am inviting questions from people in an attempt to answer from my higher self. Bring on the questions.
Clairvoyant messages - when they hit their target
Well, I had my doubts this week about my clairvoyant spirit writing and whether I should be doing it, just because I can. Since then I have had three readings from people who have benefited from what I have said/seen/written.
A spirit writing, I was given a nice message from a woman in spirit who gave her granddaughter roses and a frog. The lady came back to me and said she could identify the woman and she has a pet frog, she always gives her roses as a reminder of herself.
The next reading was for a young woman I have never met before and a lady came through to me showing me her gardening gloves and her secateurs, she offered the lady a plant pot with flowers and a massive bouquet of flowers. She needed thick gloves so she could get past the thorns on her roses. The lady confirmed that her Nan grew roses, and her last words were 'look after the flowers' ; they meant so much to her that after she was cremated, her ashes were placed as fertiliser for the roses and each of the family members had a rose bush given to them in memory of her. Oh, yes, she had a spaniel with her and the lady confirmed that they had two spaniels.
Lovely, it is these messages and the comfort that they bring to people still on the earthplane that have reminded me what it is all for.
Lots of love and light
Tamasin
A spirit writing, I was given a nice message from a woman in spirit who gave her granddaughter roses and a frog. The lady came back to me and said she could identify the woman and she has a pet frog, she always gives her roses as a reminder of herself.
The next reading was for a young woman I have never met before and a lady came through to me showing me her gardening gloves and her secateurs, she offered the lady a plant pot with flowers and a massive bouquet of flowers. She needed thick gloves so she could get past the thorns on her roses. The lady confirmed that her Nan grew roses, and her last words were 'look after the flowers' ; they meant so much to her that after she was cremated, her ashes were placed as fertiliser for the roses and each of the family members had a rose bush given to them in memory of her. Oh, yes, she had a spaniel with her and the lady confirmed that they had two spaniels.
Lovely, it is these messages and the comfort that they bring to people still on the earthplane that have reminded me what it is all for.
Lots of love and light
Tamasin
Wednesday 10 March 2010
3 gulls flew across my car - close enough to make me brake
Well, again, there is a clear 'event' in my life that has happened to indicate a change is coming up. 3 birds. In auspicious auspicy circles, this is what 3 birds together means. Bearing in mind I have seen 9 magpies sitting around an oak tree encircling a squirrel followed by 3 black crows landing on separate house roofs and t.v. aerials. (I only mention the black cat that miaowed at me on the way home because it was so out of the blue).
Now, my thing is, 6 months ago I would have congratulated spirit for bringing me these 'signs' these portents from nature that I am on the right path. Now I am not so sure.
It is not that I do not believe they have any meaning, it is just that I am wondering whether the spiritual influence that put them there is benevolent or of the demonic/interfering variety?
Is it possible, as many people do think, that spirit is something demonic not to be communicated with? Am I walking along the path of a witch - white witch, of course - but witch nonetheless? Is my newfound questioning going to change the coincidences that are brought to my attention?
The coincidences still provide proof to me that we are surrounded by forces that we cannot see, but until I can find some use for this information I am just going to acknowledge the events and not place any positive thought or hopeful emotion on them - just in case the spirit that is intervening/communicating via natural devices is not of a helpful ilk!
Now, my thing is, 6 months ago I would have congratulated spirit for bringing me these 'signs' these portents from nature that I am on the right path. Now I am not so sure.
It is not that I do not believe they have any meaning, it is just that I am wondering whether the spiritual influence that put them there is benevolent or of the demonic/interfering variety?
Is it possible, as many people do think, that spirit is something demonic not to be communicated with? Am I walking along the path of a witch - white witch, of course - but witch nonetheless? Is my newfound questioning going to change the coincidences that are brought to my attention?
The coincidences still provide proof to me that we are surrounded by forces that we cannot see, but until I can find some use for this information I am just going to acknowledge the events and not place any positive thought or hopeful emotion on them - just in case the spirit that is intervening/communicating via natural devices is not of a helpful ilk!
Saturday 6 March 2010
confidentiality -v- freedom of information
Confidentiality has been brought to my attention in the last couple of days. The need to keep a person's private stuff private (even though they have given permission to share their information);
There is a need to share the ability of spirit writing to allow as many people as possible access to the reality that there is more to this reality than meets the eye, but at the same time, a sensitivity towards the people who are having readings from me is more important.
As much as I would love for everyone to be aware of a spiritual world that I know exists, I also feel that by courting recognition and having a reputation as a spirit writer is more for my own personal gain than would be felt by the world at large.
It is for this reason that I will share my personal journey and any intimate details about peoples lives I will also be keeping to myself only sharing the general information I am given.
Strangely I have also been emailed by a vague acquaintance who has expressed vehemently the need for confidentiality which is a reminder for me, from spirit, that this is the question I need to consider this week. Confidentiality, it is a privilege to be able to do spirit writing and the information and details contained within are only meant for that specific person. So, at the risk of having less to write about, I am sticking to my awareness of the importance of confidentiality.
For a person to share their information with another person and asking them to help is information that really needs to be honoured and respected and by sharing it broadly is doing neither.
Lots of love and light
Tamasin
There is a need to share the ability of spirit writing to allow as many people as possible access to the reality that there is more to this reality than meets the eye, but at the same time, a sensitivity towards the people who are having readings from me is more important.
As much as I would love for everyone to be aware of a spiritual world that I know exists, I also feel that by courting recognition and having a reputation as a spirit writer is more for my own personal gain than would be felt by the world at large.
It is for this reason that I will share my personal journey and any intimate details about peoples lives I will also be keeping to myself only sharing the general information I am given.
Strangely I have also been emailed by a vague acquaintance who has expressed vehemently the need for confidentiality which is a reminder for me, from spirit, that this is the question I need to consider this week. Confidentiality, it is a privilege to be able to do spirit writing and the information and details contained within are only meant for that specific person. So, at the risk of having less to write about, I am sticking to my awareness of the importance of confidentiality.
For a person to share their information with another person and asking them to help is information that really needs to be honoured and respected and by sharing it broadly is doing neither.
Lots of love and light
Tamasin
Thursday 4 March 2010
Signs from Spirit in the form of nature - 9 magpies and a squirrel
I had reason to get out of the house yesterday, to take break, to get away from the fact that my computer wouldn't allow me to save an email that I needed to send...grrr. So off I trotted, heading for Priory Park, the beautiful park that is currently under threat of having it's trees ripped up to make way for a road widening scheme. There have been historical artefacts uncovered from a Saxon King in recent years and a group of pro-tree/historians have formed in an attempt to save the trees. The council sort of blind-sided the group by tearing down trees that weren't being camped on and protected by long-haired, well meaning residents. The trees now have ribbons and RIP in big letters, a surge of public protest is now clearly in evidence by way of a new camp - the old camp - Camp Bling was dismantled under the banner of 'success' we have beaten the council; the new camp - Camp Cuckoo has been rapidly erected with people enduring all manner of appalling muddiness in order to save the trees. Save our Squirrels.
I digress, I headed off this said park to witness the camp and the protesters and maybe sign a petition or two and as I walked in the cold brisk air I found myself in my little world of Happy. The world that is untouchable by such mundane matters as the car tax or the MOT that is due on my car. No, I was in a world that is open to spirit and as I walked around the park I was rewarded by spirit with some beautiful creatures of nature and I am grateful.
Firstly a robin literally flew across my path. The first robin of my year and we are in March. Wonderful, I thanked spirit and reminded myself to be aware of spirit around me. I appreciated all the trees and the woodland, the fountains, the sound of water running from a statue of a lion's mouth. The old monastery where I can picture monks walking with their daily chants. As I leave the park, after a lovely rest and an appreciation of the beauty that nature holds I see a group of Magpies sitting in a circular fashion around the base of a big old oak tree. I count them, 9. That cannot be right, 9! 9 magpies sitting in a circle around a tree. Hm. At the base of the tree is a squirrel, a lovely grey squirrel, for me the symbol I recognise as my son, I wonder of the significance of being surrounded by 9 magpies.
I leave the park in wonder and as I walk along the busy main road three crows fly overhead, cawing loudly, my attention has been attracted, they land on three separate houses on the t.v. aerials and the roofs. As I look down there is a black cat miaowing at me. Wonderful, all these same signs from nature within 50ft of each other. Again, I am grateful to spirit for allowing me to both be privy to these sights and also to know that by sharing my experience I will be given more wonderful sights to behold.
Thank you spirit for allowing me to see these images and to be able to share my experience.
I digress, I headed off this said park to witness the camp and the protesters and maybe sign a petition or two and as I walked in the cold brisk air I found myself in my little world of Happy. The world that is untouchable by such mundane matters as the car tax or the MOT that is due on my car. No, I was in a world that is open to spirit and as I walked around the park I was rewarded by spirit with some beautiful creatures of nature and I am grateful.
Firstly a robin literally flew across my path. The first robin of my year and we are in March. Wonderful, I thanked spirit and reminded myself to be aware of spirit around me. I appreciated all the trees and the woodland, the fountains, the sound of water running from a statue of a lion's mouth. The old monastery where I can picture monks walking with their daily chants. As I leave the park, after a lovely rest and an appreciation of the beauty that nature holds I see a group of Magpies sitting in a circular fashion around the base of a big old oak tree. I count them, 9. That cannot be right, 9! 9 magpies sitting in a circle around a tree. Hm. At the base of the tree is a squirrel, a lovely grey squirrel, for me the symbol I recognise as my son, I wonder of the significance of being surrounded by 9 magpies.
I leave the park in wonder and as I walk along the busy main road three crows fly overhead, cawing loudly, my attention has been attracted, they land on three separate houses on the t.v. aerials and the roofs. As I look down there is a black cat miaowing at me. Wonderful, all these same signs from nature within 50ft of each other. Again, I am grateful to spirit for allowing me to both be privy to these sights and also to know that by sharing my experience I will be given more wonderful sights to behold.
Thank you spirit for allowing me to see these images and to be able to share my experience.
Tuesday 2 March 2010
Unseen hand of God - a tickle from spirit in the shape of a chance meeting
For lovers of coincidence; synchronicity; spiritual understanding and awareness what happened to me today made me giggle with warmth and delight because I know that spirit is working around me in mysterious ways.
Recently, perhaps even as recently as sometime this week I blogged about being asked questions and about how, for me, being questioned isn't the most pleasant experience and I react negatively to it until I overcome my initial reaction and form a reasoned response (something that has taken me a long time to learn how to do).
I have recognised recently that spirit use other people to bring me messages that I need to hear or, more importantly, messages that other people need me to pay attention to so that I can write about them and share my knowledge. So now, all going well and with me paying attention to the things that go on in my daily life I try and pay more attention to understand interactions that happen around me.
I have also blogged in the past about how people always ask me the way; I don't know what it is, something about the way I look because people always stop me to ask directions to the most random of places in the strangest of situations. So, there is my combination of ways that spirit grab my attention through other people, they ask me questions and they ask me directions. My other favourite subject is synchronicity and coincidence. I do sincerely believe there is no such thing as coincidence and clearly this is a marker, a reminder that spirit is all around us and all we have to do is tune into it for us to be on the right path.
I will tell you what happened today, by way of synchronicity and then I will point out all the grievances, the slights, the things that held me up to make sure I was in the right place at the right time to experience it.
First, the event. I was crossing a busy dual carriageway road with lots of other people and I was aware of a letter I wanted to post in my pocket, being sent to my Mum; as I crossed the pelican crossing I remembered there was a post box on the side of the road I had just come from. I dismissed it and decided to carry on and use another box later on up the road.
'excuse me' a lady said, not facing me but vaguely looking around her
'do you know if there is a post box near here'
I point out the bright red post box on the other side of the dual carriageway outside the train station. "There it is". She thanks me and reaches inside her furry leopard skin bag to pull out two bright pink envelopes which clearly need posting. I take advantage of this spirit led situation and ask her if she wouldn't mind posting my letter too? the lady happily takes my envelope and heads off in the direction of the post box.
A simple transaction; an exchange of pleasantries; a complete stranger and passer-by just happens to be needing a post box when I, who not only know where the post box is, but am also just thinking about it and have a letter in need of posting. Coincidence? well, here is what I was supposed to do today and how I came to be in that particular spot at exactly that moment..
I started my day with my computer on ready to do a spirit writing for a woman in England who has been waiting since Thursday to hear from me; the poor woman has been so patient that I have promised her I will get some quiet time this morning, Tuesday and I will do her reading. I take my teenage son to sixth form in the car - last time this winter now the weather is perking up - on my return in the car I have a chat with a neighbour I haven't seen for a few weeks. The computer is calling my name because I know I have work to do; but no, a van pulls up with new windows for the other neighbour. Oh dear. This will be source of banging at least for the morning I am sure. I come indoors, I sit down to type, the banging is sounding like distant drums but not so distant. I am getting a headache.
I need to go out for a walk to get away from the noise. So I head off, armed with Abba on my ipod and the direction of the library set on my internal satnav. Why? who knows; it is a 10-15 minute walk, the weather is clear and not too cold and I know I need to be away from the banging for as long as possible. Browsing the mind-body-spirit section of the library keeps me amused for at least 30 minutes and then I decide to leave the library and head for the draught excluder section of the local diy store. (door frame blowing a gale). I have a few books I have chosen for my own personal enjoyment and I head for the 'checkout'. However, at the checkout there are a few issues. The guy on the counter is telling everyone loudly that it is time his break and there is no-one to relieve him, the two women workers are busy with other people and the woman in front of me has broken through her £5.00 debt limit to the library. Apparently if you owe them more than £5.00 you can't have any more books and she owed them £11.82 and she only had a fiver to pay them with. Leaving an indebted balance of ..too much to take any books out. I didn't need to debate with myself about paying her £1.82 because she uncovered a debit card from the depths of her trolley. phew, but all this to-ing and fro-ing and button pushing took time. Time to put me behind with my schedule. Time to put me on the path of the passer-by who needed a post box. Everything happens for a reason. The walk I did to the library was really quick for me, green lights all the way, no hold ups, sun shining, people smiling at each other, I felt I was on course for a productive day until the woman at the library caused a glitch. I wonder, if I had been slower would I have just missed the woman at the library and still met the passer-by?
I feel I was used today, by spirit, as usual, firstly to show someone else the way and secondly to be privy to the knowledge that spirit are involved in this interaction so that I can share this knowledge.
The wonder of coincidence and synchronicity are all around us every day and by acknowledging spirit in our world we are shown more of it.
I thank my Guardian Angels and God for this reminder of the connection between all things in this world.
Thank you.
Recently, perhaps even as recently as sometime this week I blogged about being asked questions and about how, for me, being questioned isn't the most pleasant experience and I react negatively to it until I overcome my initial reaction and form a reasoned response (something that has taken me a long time to learn how to do).
I have recognised recently that spirit use other people to bring me messages that I need to hear or, more importantly, messages that other people need me to pay attention to so that I can write about them and share my knowledge. So now, all going well and with me paying attention to the things that go on in my daily life I try and pay more attention to understand interactions that happen around me.
I have also blogged in the past about how people always ask me the way; I don't know what it is, something about the way I look because people always stop me to ask directions to the most random of places in the strangest of situations. So, there is my combination of ways that spirit grab my attention through other people, they ask me questions and they ask me directions. My other favourite subject is synchronicity and coincidence. I do sincerely believe there is no such thing as coincidence and clearly this is a marker, a reminder that spirit is all around us and all we have to do is tune into it for us to be on the right path.
I will tell you what happened today, by way of synchronicity and then I will point out all the grievances, the slights, the things that held me up to make sure I was in the right place at the right time to experience it.
First, the event. I was crossing a busy dual carriageway road with lots of other people and I was aware of a letter I wanted to post in my pocket, being sent to my Mum; as I crossed the pelican crossing I remembered there was a post box on the side of the road I had just come from. I dismissed it and decided to carry on and use another box later on up the road.
'excuse me' a lady said, not facing me but vaguely looking around her
'do you know if there is a post box near here'
I point out the bright red post box on the other side of the dual carriageway outside the train station. "There it is". She thanks me and reaches inside her furry leopard skin bag to pull out two bright pink envelopes which clearly need posting. I take advantage of this spirit led situation and ask her if she wouldn't mind posting my letter too? the lady happily takes my envelope and heads off in the direction of the post box.
A simple transaction; an exchange of pleasantries; a complete stranger and passer-by just happens to be needing a post box when I, who not only know where the post box is, but am also just thinking about it and have a letter in need of posting. Coincidence? well, here is what I was supposed to do today and how I came to be in that particular spot at exactly that moment..
I started my day with my computer on ready to do a spirit writing for a woman in England who has been waiting since Thursday to hear from me; the poor woman has been so patient that I have promised her I will get some quiet time this morning, Tuesday and I will do her reading. I take my teenage son to sixth form in the car - last time this winter now the weather is perking up - on my return in the car I have a chat with a neighbour I haven't seen for a few weeks. The computer is calling my name because I know I have work to do; but no, a van pulls up with new windows for the other neighbour. Oh dear. This will be source of banging at least for the morning I am sure. I come indoors, I sit down to type, the banging is sounding like distant drums but not so distant. I am getting a headache.
I need to go out for a walk to get away from the noise. So I head off, armed with Abba on my ipod and the direction of the library set on my internal satnav. Why? who knows; it is a 10-15 minute walk, the weather is clear and not too cold and I know I need to be away from the banging for as long as possible. Browsing the mind-body-spirit section of the library keeps me amused for at least 30 minutes and then I decide to leave the library and head for the draught excluder section of the local diy store. (door frame blowing a gale). I have a few books I have chosen for my own personal enjoyment and I head for the 'checkout'. However, at the checkout there are a few issues. The guy on the counter is telling everyone loudly that it is time his break and there is no-one to relieve him, the two women workers are busy with other people and the woman in front of me has broken through her £5.00 debt limit to the library. Apparently if you owe them more than £5.00 you can't have any more books and she owed them £11.82 and she only had a fiver to pay them with. Leaving an indebted balance of ..too much to take any books out. I didn't need to debate with myself about paying her £1.82 because she uncovered a debit card from the depths of her trolley. phew, but all this to-ing and fro-ing and button pushing took time. Time to put me behind with my schedule. Time to put me on the path of the passer-by who needed a post box. Everything happens for a reason. The walk I did to the library was really quick for me, green lights all the way, no hold ups, sun shining, people smiling at each other, I felt I was on course for a productive day until the woman at the library caused a glitch. I wonder, if I had been slower would I have just missed the woman at the library and still met the passer-by?
I feel I was used today, by spirit, as usual, firstly to show someone else the way and secondly to be privy to the knowledge that spirit are involved in this interaction so that I can share this knowledge.
The wonder of coincidence and synchronicity are all around us every day and by acknowledging spirit in our world we are shown more of it.
I thank my Guardian Angels and God for this reminder of the connection between all things in this world.
Thank you.
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