WARNING: This is a three-part entry. Let that be your sign that signs are all around us.
Part I: Some of you believe in synchronicity and divine signs; some of you don’t. Either way, it’s okay. When I first recognized and accepted my journey, over 30 years ago, my sign was white feathers. It is said feathers are gifts and/or signs from the angels. As is so for many, the feathers were there to let me know I was on the right path, and that everything was going to be alright. And… there were lots of them. Commonly, they would be next to my car door, in a doorway, walking path or would float right in front of me. More obscurely, would be when they would show up under an object or in the dressing room of a retail store.
One day, a friend who knew about my little idio-synchronicity (yeah, that’s a made-up word), called. She said she had been having a particularly bad day, and while stopped at an intersection, caught up in mixed emotion of self-pity, anger, resentment, what-ever we all go through, suddenly a white feather floated through her car window. In a split-second she found herself laughing out loud and saying, “thank you, thank you, thank you,” to whoever or whatever being delivered the sign that everything would be alright.
Cool, we got a little Bob Marley mixed into this post – “Everything’s Gonna Be Alright” http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmwue6Jq4KA. You can pause here, stop altogether, or listen in the background, whatever you like, but there is more to this story about signs, and I invite you to continue reading when you are ready. Maybe my story will help you to read your own signs a little better if reading them has been a challenge for you. Even if it hasn’t been a challenge, maybe the story will offer a friendly reminder of some of the signs you have already received and temporarily have forgotten.
Part II: For me, the white feathers made sense because my primary guide, guardian angel, is Magic Cloud, who was a Native American Sioux. He introduced himself to me back in the late 80’s right when I was accepting this said journey.
My ex-husband made fun of me, and made fun of Magic Cloud when I openly admitted to my newfound connection. He had a quite a sense of humor, but with this event, he would dance around and do Native American chants in a highly mocking manner. The man had really, really bad vision, so he always kept his glasses close by and put them on his nightstand before sleeping. Being a musician, and working until 2 am, I would be half-way through my workday before he would get up. One day, he called me at work and asked me if I had hidden his glasses. My instinctive reaction was, “What are you talking about?” He said, “My glasses are missing, so I had to pull out an old pair. I’ve looked everywhere for my good ones, and I know I put them on the nightstand like I always do. Did you hide them?” “Seriously,” I said, “I am not that devious.”
When I got home, changed and started about my home routine, I noticed this strange ball of pink fluffy stuff, like a finely shredded poly-satin which matched absolutely nothing in the house. The next thing I noticed was a blanket rolled up in an odd way on the couch. I picked up the blanket and shook it, so I could fold it and out came the glasses. “Found your glasses,” I shouted. “Where?” he said? “Rolled up inside the blanket,” I replied. He said, “That can’t be. I shook that blanket out earlier. “Well it was rolled up in a ball, and they were in there.” Because his persona was that of an entertainer, and because he kept himself in this mode, there wasn’t a whole lot of sincere expression from this guy, or serious for that matter. In that moment, there was sort of a stop-motion, and then slow-motion, “I did not roll that blanket up.” “Hmm,” I said, “I guess Magic Cloud has a sense of humor.”
Okay, so the pink fluffy stuff was still really random and weird, and I could never figure out where it could have come from. I assumed it was Magic Cloud’s way of offering me a sign that there was more to this episode. In particular, it was a sign to me that “he-who,” “the-ex,” wasn’t just being stupid. And, it was a sign that couldn’t be explained as easily as feathers. At that point, the-ex (who shall not be named) never stopped mocking me, but he did stop mocking Magic Cloud.
I don’t purposely go around saying, “ooh it’s a sign!” In other words, I am not looking for or CREATING signs in my mind, making the pieces fit, or shoving square pegs into round holes just to explain things away or to influence or excuse my choices. I am regularly consciously awake and aware, so I notice things, and grateful for when they show up. Occasionally, I will ASK, to be shown or given a sign.
Enjoy this R.Carlos Nakai & William Eaton clip as we move on to Part III, http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jlB9IxcfMuc. Native American flute touches my soul deeply and creates an emotional longing for a kinder, gentler time. This recording from Nakai’s – “Earth Spirit,” runs deep, when you simply sit back and allow the music to envelope you; https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Oe1_ObIkWys. It annoys the crap out of my teenage. That’s okay; she’s just resonating at a different frequency at this point in her journey.
Part III: Now, I will share my latest encounter with signs after Reiki, and you can perceive this as you see it. After years of practicing various types of energetic processing, I finally intuitively knew it was time and, randomly seized the right moment in time to sign up for a Reiki class. Random, yet intuitively knew, hmm, sounds a bit contradictory, but is it?
In Reiki, many of the symbols are Japanese derived. Who knows exactly why, but this class was natural for me, as if I always knew it. I wonder if that explains why my dear friend, way back in the 90s, said to me, “Why do you want to take Reiki? You already do it; you just don’t know you are doing it.” Using the word “wonder” is really a personal joke that everyone won’t understand, but can. While there are a lot of things, I still wonder about, there are many things that I don’t question or wonder about at all. It is what it is (Isis). I’ve been taught, and taught myself to tap into my intuitive knowing. If you check out my book, available here at www.marthadusage.com, I include a story where I spoke Japanese without knowing the language in this incarnation.
After class, I had to make a quick stop at the store to pick up an ingredient that I was missing for dinner. I questioned how badly, I really needed to do this, but decided not to make a big deal about it. Walking into the store, there was a coin lying on the ground, and as you can guess, I’ll pick up random shiny objects. The sun was intensely bright, so I just stuck it in my pocket without looking at it closely.
When I went to do laundry the next day, I found the coin and noticed…..the symbols on the coin were Oriental in nature. Wow! Not U.S., not Mexican, not Canadian, but Oriental. Now I still haven’t identified precisely where the coin is from, but the simple fact that it was not more local and was decorated with character type letters that could be Japanese was quite fascinating, synchronistic and seemed to be a sign to me. It brought a smile to my face. What little synchronicities and signs have brought a smile to yours?
Please feel free to share. I just want to finish up by giving a shout-out to Susanne Wilson – The one and only “Carefree Medium” (www.carefreemedium.com) for a great class. Another, to Keith Varnum (www.thedream.com) for helping to develop the ability to be aware, recognize and read the signs, guiding me on my path to helping others. So let’s close with this extensive blog post with “Sign, Sign, Everywhere a Sign” by Five Man Electrical Band, https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qLm3HMG8IhM. Turn it up! Tesla does a great cover http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bDw4lsPDEho.