“You can go your whole life collecting days, and none will outweigh the one you wish you had back.” ― Mitch Albom, For One More Day
Part of the fear of going on a spiritual journey and being true to yourself and living authentically, is to fear of people thinking she has truly lost it this time. I was thinking today about how we connect with our surroundings including the greater world, the universe. This brought me to the subject of psychics. If you relate to the word spiritual does that mean you believe in the afterlife? And if yes, that there is some level ground in which our souls can communicate? Are psychics just greatly misunderstood? I believe that the world and everything in it cannot just be one big mistake, coincidence or collision. I believe there is something bigger at work. That we co-created the worlds we live in. That vibration makes sense. I like the idea that we have some degree of control, responsibility to our future and that stuff isn’t just happening to us, the challenges of sad, fearful times are actually here to teach us something but the moment someone mentions talking to or connecting with the afterlife I tend to retreat. A don’t you go messing with my dead dad wall appears and I freeze. There is no greater wish for someone who has lost someone special, aside from them still being with us, is the idea of one more day. There is a local psychic who I am constantly learning from, inspired by her many lessons that she shares over podcast. I struggle to think she could possible deceive people. So I have moved from a straight out no to an I don’t know. Maybe one day I will be strong enough to approach the idea. But then follows the next step. If you had one more chance, one more conversation, what would you say? What would you ask? Are we supposed to know more or is the lesson, the greatest gift, in the finality of death?
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