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The Other Side

 


Let me tell you- what’s happening in this cartoon NEVER happens in real life. You have your own team of spirit companions, they are ALWAYS there with you, by your side, watching your back, waiting to help out when requested. They are never off doing something else. The issue is that if you THINK they’ve cleared off, the real reason you can’t hear them is because you aren’t listening. It’s taken me 30+ years to realise this, but, as Jane Austen once wrote, ‘It is a truth universally acknowledged.’

But it’s hard work listening to spirit guidance and all the infinite wisdom therein. Quite often you are told things you might not want to hear. It’s easy to shut down, then, when the going gets a bit bouncy and you’d rather take the easy route rather than the road less travelled. Of course it is. We are stuck in human form, after all, with an innate lazy streak seeking out the short cut, the route that will keep the mud off our lovely shoes. Yet when you really start tuning in, really start breathing and listening and trusting, that’s when the magic happens. Real, proper, life affirming, life changing magic. But you have to listen. And when you are someone (like me) who thinks they don’t need to listen because they know what they are doing and they don’t need any help, not even from wise old spirits, then soft, open and loving listening is a very hard thing to do. 

I’ve been doing this, as I say, on and off, sporadically, for the past 30 plus years. My second passion, next to writing, has been an interest in mediumship, the Tarot, runes, angels, crystals, ley lines, energy meridians, energy healing in all its forms, Wicca, palmistry, past lives…blimey, if it’s on the woowoo spectrum, I’ve been there with it. It’s a journey that has been absorbing and fascinating in different measures. Some things resonate, some are immediately discounted. You get to know what dings your bell or rattles your cage. That’s the beauty - there is something magic out there for everyone. But you have to listen. 

For the last month, and following the bumpy time of letting go of the things that no longer serve, I have been properly listening. I have been acting on intuitions and old wisdoms. And that is why I find myself back with my Tarot decks. I’m picking them up again where I left off, and I am working harder with them than ever before. Proper study, proper engagement. I am listening this time. Hearing. It is wonderful! And it is where I am now going. This spirit stuff is coming with me on the writing pathway. The two passions are going to mix. I have ideas. I feel like a weight has gone from my shoulders. Dare I say, I feel now like I am finally where I am meant to be. I am at my new beginning. 

P.S I ‘phoned my much respected Auntie Pollie (aged 80 and a bit) earlier this week, just for a chat, and she informed me she’d been out to buy a new axe because the one she’d been using to split logs for her fire wasn’t quite heavy enough. What a role model! 


Comments

Anonymous said…
Aunt Pollie!! She’s a hoot if I remember correctly!? She is like grandma Betty. No relation but a very fine neighbor. Swinging axes and using chainsaws. I’m going to need to look into all this with spirits. I would probably not see a sign if it was right in front of me. I do suspect people go a little more crazy around full moon. Don’t know if there is anything to that.
KJ
Denise said…
Auntie Pollie is a definite hoot, KJ, and one of my very favourite people in the whole world!

I think I’ve lived with the spiritual side of life for so long now I don’t think of it as being odd. And am therefore surprised when I talk about it and sometimes get funny looks! But the upside of growing older is that I no longer care about receiving funny looks. And yes, the Full Moon can have strong emotional effects on people. When I was a teacher it was noticeable when a Full Moon was around from the behaviours of some of the students. Made even worse if there was a strong wind blowing, too!

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