Spirit Messengers Wear Mechanic Uniforms. (Or, what happens when you ask for a sign about belonging, being and the importance of connection)!
I’m away from home and visiting the city of my origins and feeling nostalgic and so much change is going on in my life that I’m not sure where I fit in these days. Again, the unknown is more and more what shows up in front of me and I find the orientation exhilarating in moments then just dang confusing in others!
Lately I’ve been praying for a sign to show me where I belong, not just inside but outside my skin, now that we’re also considering moving again.
Toronto isn’t home anymore even though opportunities have guided me back here.
It’s a beautiful city but coming back isn’t in the cards yet.
Plus, so many memories flood me as soon as I arrive, it’s hard to sort them all out.
Has that happened to you? What was it like for you going back to the place where you were born, went to school, had your first kiss, your first heartbreak, experienced your first death, back to places that hold lots of charge around your past? Do you hear the echo of your old life?
Bittersweet memories along with the joyful ones call to me here in my old hometown.
Most of you know I’m here to shoot my TV show Messages from Spirit, which has brought up a lot of “stuff” around my memories here. I’m coming out in a big way!
I remember when I was beginning to do readings, at my father’s funeral I was asked by one of his former partners what I did for a living and my mother interrupted the conversation to say loudly “She’s in marketing!”
You just didn’t do what I was doing in polite society, especially with all that went into my private school education, Switzerland and law school (sort of) that was to ensure I turned out “appropriate”.
A year later just a few months before my mom was diagnosed with fatal brain cancer a woman came into the store where she was working and told her a profound story of an intuitive she had just seen that she thought was amazing. My mother loved going to psychics (she just didn’t raise her daughter to be one) so she asked her friend for the name and number.
When she saw what was written she exclaimed: “Oh My God that’s my daughter!” After that she was proud. Maybe it was because the woman who told her about me was well off, and well respected?
I wonder how many of us struggle with being accepted for who we are even if we are different? I know it’s up to us to accept ourselves but regardless we are social creatures and the need for belonging is strong in all of us. In my case I had to hold strong in the integrity of the truth of who I was although it wasn’t easy.
Yet, at the end of the day, there’s so much more to it all than that.
I was sitting on the coach in the small apartment we’re staying in for the duration of the month thinking about all of this. My husband had called down to see if there might be a small desk for his make shift office while we are here.
Normally my dogs go koo koo and bark their little heads off if a stranger enters our presence.
A tall man with a striking presence came in to bring us the desk and lingered for a moment. I noticed how Beanie sat beside me so still looking at him and Sebastian just sat up watching him with soft curiosity – totally out of character for both of them.
He was about to leave and I knew I had to say something so I said “ You have such great energy, you must be very kind, my dogs never act like this with a strange man.”
He looked at me with a pensive kind of clarity and said: “Thank you for saying that. I’m not just a mechanic- I’m more than that. I’m an intrinsic part of the universe and I try every day to live as if that was all that matters- this connection we all have.”
Then he asked if he could recite a poem!
It was beautiful – about magic and being happy and the perspective of being a bird above it all.
Spirit answered my request for a message via the hotel engineer- poet- spirit messenger –incognito!
It was exactly what I needed to here. Isn’t that all that counts?
What we do for a living, whether we feel at times dispossessed, misunderstood, fighting against the grain of social agendas, or successful and shining at the top of our game- nothing is as important than this.
It really hit me as I had goose bumps moving up and down my arms.
Maybe the real truth of belonging, being in community, and being a part of something that has meaning is really simple.
Maybe that’s the most important piece of the puzzle. Imagine what would change if each of us would remember that being an “intrinsic part of the Universe, connected to all of life through Divine Consciousness” is the way to find home and to know we belong?
What if I hadn’t talked to him?
I would have missed Spirit’s magical messenger who came knocking in the guise of a hotel mechanic.
So may we all pay attention, stay present, stay connected, and soar above it all, no matter how we struggle with labels and places, memories and ambitions.
This is all that counts.
O and when we ask for a sign- expect it to be delivered in surprising and profound ways.
Well Toronto – Things are getting very interesting already and I just got here!
Love you always and forever.
Because I want to!