When I first officially began this journey, I consulted a psychic unlike any I had ever seen up until that point. Sans the usual theatrical fanfare, dark ambience and cloak and hat, this woman was seemingly ordinary. Even the crystal ball didn’t require my touch, in order to “transmit energy.” By this time, I had frequented a few different places in the name of “entertainment” and the thrill of dancing with destiny in the dark of night, while the wind blew, chillingly. Some were free; others were cheap and still more were carnival folk. I didn’t take it seriously, and I didn’t necessarily believe anything that was said, beyond face value.
This time would be different.
For one thing, the woman claimed to work with the angelic realm: divinities and deities supposedly came through during the sessions. My immediate thought was that I could take her, if push came to shove, so I shrugged and agreed to the session.
Little did I know she would become one of my spiritual teachers; someone who pushed me to grow and develop in ways I didn’t even know possible.
I thought I had seen it all by then, and I coldly parsed everything through my logical mind, vaguely dismissing her quiet remark of, “You’ll be back.”
The joke’s on me now.
Among other things, she told me things of varying degrees of specificity that independently transpired over the next year.
The random collection of information all became relevant the further I went from the session. Seemingly casual remarks turned into nuggets of advice I would need later.
The notion of “seeds planted in verdant soil,” didn’t occur to me, at the time.
And when she tried to draw parallels between us, I cackled internally at the ludicrousness.
When she described cycles of growth, soul purpose and a changing world, I dismissed it, thinking all the world was contained within cutting edge physics.
But when the universe took everything from me, I finally decided to pursue a spiritual path.
“That’s how much convincing it took,” she smiled.
“It isn’t going to be easy. You’re just not that kind of person.”
“You’ll lose friends, but you’ll make new ones.”
And every time I thought I had given everything in the latest craze of spiritual development, she would say, “Congratulations. Now the next level.”
“It’s tough love.”
The universe loves us like a parent loves a child.
“Why don’t you tell your story?”
“Many people are going to be going through this, soon.”
I covered my light in as many elaborate lampshades as I could find, dialed down the intensity using one of those specific devices, and generally pretended that if I couldn’t see, then nobody could see me.
“Put your feelings into it.”
But chances are, if you’re here, you could use some of this knowledge.
That’s the way it works.
P.S. I deliberately chose the French version. My Canadian readers may find more significance in this song. Tell me if that’s the case. 😉