Why you don't need psychics like me.
Everything is a sign. It's up to you to notice.
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The other day, a friend called. Water tank burst last night. Huge expense. At least it lasted 30 years but still . . . what terrible timing.
I empathized with his situation. It is truly the worst time, as his beloved husband had a recent heart attack and other physical maladies that have kept him in the hospital for over a month. Since the recovering partner is the primary breadwinner and entrepreneur, they are under enormous pressure.
The busted water tank didn’t surprise me at all. It’s your heartbreak, I said (conversationally, not a session). The water tank — or anything to do with water — has to do with emotions. Stress, worry, heartache. It gave out.
Hm, said my Aquarian friend. Interesting. Never thought of it that way. Still sucks.
I laughed. Indeed.
What is true power? Acknowledging that everything in your life is a sign.
A row of pine trees — at least 80-90 years old — were recently cut down in the fields where I sometimes walk. Not just cut but rooted up, rototilled and completely eradicated. I loved seeing them and it upsets me every time a tree is cut down, regardless of the often valid reasons for doing so. I needed some time to process the loss and adjust to the new paradigm. At least these trees play a part in the new novel I’m writing, so I suppose I’ve made them immortal.
Once I was able to adjust, I realized of course they were a sign. Just like the water heater. It is a symbol of my “family tree” with the eradication of the row. A sign of death. Open skies. New growth. New home. Soon.
The row of pines — soft, durable but easily marred — are gone.
If there is one thing — and there aren’t many — that my father and I bond over, it is a love of trees. Even when neighbors complained and threatened to sue over acorns hitting their cars if he didn’t chop down the oaks, my father fought them. Oaks — a symbol of wisdom — do not like being chopped down. Eventually he gave in with great regret and cut one in his yard, leaving a stump while keeping the others intact.
My cards reflect the same picture. The signs are all there. The premonitions. The certainty. Gone — soon. Indeed, when I crest the hill, all I see is sky now and one wise oak in the opposite field. The oak that says, Be patient — and live.
I accept the new paradigm and fly on.
You don’t have to use Tarot, pendulum or book someone like me. The signs are still there to notice or ignore.
As I’ve said for years, there is nothing special about being psychic. It is our natural state of being, when we are able to overcome our resistance — religious belief, bias, fear, pride, subconscious programming, past life trauma, etc — and accept that everything in your life is a sign. If you want to take it a step further and go to the next level, YOU put it there. If that makes you uncomfortable, say God, ancestor, Higher Self. Whatever works.
Nothing in life is arbitrary and when you notice the signs, it might decrease your suffering rather than add to your pain. The point of being on Earth isn’t to discover paradise. This is not paradise, as gorgeous as it can be. It is to understand ourselves in a deeper way by loving every bit of who we are before we die and move on. When we practice that on the reg, we can then notice other people in our lives as teachers, rather than simply wrecking our heart without a care.
Life goal: ascension.
Doesn’t mean you can vet all assholes — but when you see it as a narrative that you can reframe, it does make this a more fruitful and dare I say, interesting experience. When things get intense — or even delightful — it’s good to remember that though valuable, none of this is real. Only experience.
The signs are there to warn, heed and follow. It’s up to you to pay attention.
Noticing the signs also means recognizing that who you deem “black sheep” are often a higher spiritual level than you.
Yesterday, one of my siblings called to chat. Now, I’m not a chitchat type, especially if that person blabs on and there isn’t a natural give and take. Plus, there’s always another narrative running under the surface — it’s not like I can turn off my intuitive abilities — and I feel what’s going on with them. So, they started to complain about something and my irritation began to grow. I did that thing I do — get didactic, if only to rush them off the phone — and said, Stop complaining, do something, order from Amazon or your cat is going to die.
They paused. Lit a cigarette. Said, Yeah, you’re right. I’ll do that, then pivoted to another conversation and eventually made me laugh.
Years ago, I wouldn’t even have taken the call — that’s how estranged we had become. This is the sibling who caused the most uproar in my family — chaos, drug addiction, court, stolen money and jewels, warrants, stealing a dumptruck (now a favorite story of mine) — and their actions caused massive pain our family, as I and my other sibling bore the brunt of my father’s anger, when my parents weren’t ignoring us outright.
Needless to say, I wasn’t a fan.
It was only a few years ago that I could recognize that this same sibling is at a higher spiritual level than me. They arrived as a higher level being and remain so. In fact, they go far beyond any of us in this unit. My ego didn’t like it at first — but as I continue to untie the strands of this narrative called family before the pines are gone — I acknowledge that the role played by my “dumbass sibling” is actually an advanced being in disguise. So, even when I’m irritated or annoyed by them, I remind myself to pay attention.
There are three advanced beings in my immediate circle (all chronologically older) and one who is much younger. I don’t understand exactly what makes them “advanced” because if we are eternal souls, they’ve got some volumes of work I haven’t read. What ties the three is that they all have experienced incredible pain. I’ve borne my share but I don’t know if I could have endured what they have. As to the fourth, I take it as a given that they are advanced but don’t know enough of their backstory.
What ties them together as advanced? Love and forgiveness.
It’s another goal of mine.