So don’t judge me, but I took a free one hour “class” on mediumship this week. Not Eckhardt Tolles’ series on the transformative nature of hardship or some trauma specialist’s ten-week workshop on healing somatic grief. Nope. A corny little class on mediumship.
I put “class” in quotes because it was really an ad. The presenters offered about ten or 15 minutes of interesting stuff followed by an enthusiastic discussion of their upcoming (and not decidedly NOT free) weekend workshop.
Yeah. Pissed me off. Didn’t surprise me, really.
After listing out all the “claires”: clairvoyance, clairaudience, clairsentience, etc, they discussed the difference between intuition and spirit communication using an elevator analogy: if intuition is on the fourth floor, then spirit-talk resides on the tenth.
But the most interesting point was “the three-second rule.”
The rule says that you should trust what you receive in the first two to three seconds of listening. Much of what comes AFTER those initial seconds, they said, is just the mind getting in the way.
Unfortunately, my initial take away is this: if I’m not hearing from Danny, it’s because I’m doing it wrong. I’m not quiet enough. Skilled enough.
Worthy enough.
I think this even while not really knowing what I actually believe about death and what comes after.
I wrote this yesterday while drinking iced coffee, sitting under the quilt that Tina made for me and listening to the rise and fall of the cicada cries. Finn relaxing nearby. Which is to say, there’s a lot to be grateful for even now.
PS Massive explosions at a nearby demolition sight began not long after I wrote about the quiet. Every blast makes the house shake dramatically, like there’s an earthquake.
Are you a Type A? ( hard on yourself). I’m married to a type A. All of my good friends are Type A’s. I’m not a Type A. What’s up with that? I think I’m just basically lazy. Also afraid of failure. I need to live larger by living more quietly?
Have you tried noise-cancelling headphones? $200 Sound-Core2. I love them. I can hear a door open (or slam) but it’s not painful. I can hear the microwave beep, but it doesn’t *annoy* me. All ambient sound is gone (back hoes, airplanes, air-conditioners, neighbor-dog’s barking, cars driving by, and leaf blowers) gone gone gone. I can listen to music or not. I can hear people who come close to me to talk. I am able to focus. It is bit of a technical fuss to get it going. Doesn’t involve AI or Siri.
The spirit world (though I resist it) comes to me from reading my horoscope everyday in my email. You brought that Astrological and Tarot spirit world to me long ago and I am grateful. Grateful to have you in my life everyday.
Type A? I don’t know. Definitely hard on myself. Also lazy over here. Defeatist.
We have noise cancelling headphones. I used to have a great pair but no longer. They DO help. The current blasting is very intermittent (1-2x day) and leaf blowers don’t get to me anymore because people are finally following our city’s noise ordinance. But tree work? Sustained jackhammering? Yes and yes.
Because of the school and summer camp and all the rest, a quiet morning here is a rarity. And I always go, “aaah.”
yes, soaking up some neighborhood peace sounds very nice. I wish I’d gotten NC headphones sooner. I saw them as anti-social, but gosh they aren’t. Oh and the “type A” thing I meant to be humorous but sometimes I need to take a beat. I have had too much coffee and got no sleep last night. Thunder, driving rain, wind and wildly close lightening made the cat want to sleep on me – all silliness. except doom-swirling on the state of the world. Canada: I don’t want them to negotiate – when has that not been capitulation? This is still the same bully we are all dealing with. bye for now. xoxo
I probably am type A. It’s a good question so don’t worry.
The news is just (scream into a canyon) —- you know you’re American when you can’t decide which kind of story makes your crazier on any given day — the idiotic, narcissistic incompetence of our president (Lake America) or his epic and blatant corruption or favoring fossil fuel corporations even as glaciers fail with catastrophic result.
I want to make a sky like the one in the cloth piece of yours…..that’s my project for today. thank you…….as to communication with those who have passed. No different than talking to them when they were alive….write a letter…..add stamp and no address…mail it. or address and no stamp. I read a book once where the main character regularly wrote letters to someone who had died …….the letters were part of the book… you could do that. I would do that……if I lost my son.
Hi Joanne. I am filling little Field Notebooks with letters to Danny. Not every day but often enough to feel some kind of dialogue (albeit one-sided).
Enjoy your making.
Here’s something that will prove aggravating. If the house truly shook at these explosions, be on the lookout for plumbing leaks. Get ready to do battle with somebody’s insurance company.
Yikes. Ken’s also worried about foundation leaks.
Dee~ Love the colors of your Tina Quilt 🙂
I appreciate both your open mind and your skepticism…and your sense of humor about it all. I say “go for it!” I hope you can put those ‘wrong’ and ‘not’ ideas away for a while and roll with however you are doing it now, for this time. Now. Period. (((hugs)))
I love the warm earthy tones as well. Comforting on so many levels!