Life's journey, Coincidence, intuition or intervention? Please share your stories!

[Morgaine]

I've been really wanting to share this story since I first joined Avalon. About 10 years ago I was at a really low point in my life. I had been working happily in a beautiful, scenic part of my country, surrounded with like minded friends, really truly happy when one day I woke up and I swear everything just 'felt' different. I couldn't describe it but I felt as though everything was about to change, and my god it really did. My friends slowly began to fall away from me, my hours at work were reduced so much that I couldn't pay my bills, and even my beloved cottage by the beach became threatened when the landlord told me he wanted to rent it out for the summer. I even wrote in my diary "I know I am being 'told' it is time to leave here, but I do not want to!"
I knew I had to go to the city to find work, to survive. but I was reluctant. Zip forward to a couple of months, and I had a new crappy job in a cafe, I was living in a freezing cold house in the city with flatmates who were never there, and generally not enjoying things very much at all. It seemed as though the purpose and the joy had been removed from my life, like I was being punished for some unknown wrong. None of my friends from my previous home had contacted me, I mean it was TRULY strange how many of them had abandoned me for seemingly no reason. One of them even accused me of being a thief, which was beyond comprehension! I felt so isolated. I guess I could describe the experience as an "awareness" that something was happening.
I went for a coffee with my artist friend one day, and he said "I have something for you. " He took a piece of paper out, and on it was written "Magic is Real." "I went to have a reading, but the Psychic had a message for YOU! She told me it was for my dark headed artist friend, and to tell her that all she needs to do is ask the Universe for what she needs, and it will come." He laughed, and said "Dunno why she had a message for you! It was my reading! But I know it's you alright!
As soon as I got home of course I immediately pleaded with the Universe to help me get out of this god awful situation in life! Show me sign! Give me anything, something! Why is this happening to me?
Then one evening, everyone from my work went out to celebrate an award the chef had won. We went to a popular bar in the city, a rare outing for me. As soon as we walked in I noticed a young man standing at the bar, he seemed to stand out from everyone else in there. People all around us were chatting and looking at him, such was the aura he had about him. I sat down with my workmates. About 30 mins later he approached me and tapped on my shoulder. "Hi! I'm Simon!" he said smiling. I couldn't believe he was talking to me, but I introduced myself and he told me he was a traveler, and that he loved our country. Our conversation flowed easily and naturally and we started talking about spirituality and our life philosophies. He said he believed that life "took you where you needed to be" and that this was how he lived his life. With no plan as such. This life view resonated with me, as I had previously always lived and done just as I pleased, and it seemed things always worked out for me. Until now. "Have you read the Prophet?" I asked. "Well, you are the 3rd person on my journey to ask me that! " he said "and there must be something in there for me. And now I have a message for you." He wrote on a piece of paper "You must read The Alchemist" by Paulo Coehlo. "Now don't lose this! And promise me you'll read it! There is something you need to learn inside that book."
Imagine being told something like that? By a stranger?! We ended up talking for the entire night, sitting in the same place until he left at around 5 am. Well of course I went straight to the bookshop the next day to get that book! It was all I could think about. Only, my book shop didn't have that one, they only had The Fifth Mountain by Coelho, which I took anyway. As I was leaving I saw another dream interpretation book which I picked up too, and a piece of paper fell out onto the floor. On the piece of paper was the word LOVE with hearts drawn all around it. I was naturally delighted, and took this as a sign. It seemed too amazing to just be by chance.
I read the Fifth Mountain in one day. It is the story of Elijah, who ultimately learns that God is in himself, and that his happiness would come from truly helping others.
It only made me even more amazed to read when the lead character in the story meets a woman who tells him to "Baptise his life with the word that gives meaning to his life" And his word, turns out, is LOVE! When I read that I just cried. Because of the coincidence with the other note, and with Simon and everything that seemed to be trying to tell me the same thing. But also because I thought deeply about how much my life was lacking, how much I really wanted to be happy and to have love and fulfillment, and how it seemingly always eluded me.
Now at this time I had a male friend who had always been there for me. Who made no secret of the fact that he loved me and wanted to be with me. I was unsure however, and kept turning him down, rather selfishly I realise now.
I managed to find The Alchemist and follow Simon's instructions to read it. The message was very similar, The young man's within the book goes on an amazing journey, only to find that his "treasure" was right back at the beginning of his journey, with him all along so to speak. To me this story spoke to me profoundly.
I realised that this meant that my happiness laid within me, and that I needed to change myself in order to find that LOVE that I so desperately needed. I saw my good friend as the person who had been there for me all along, my kindred spirit of sorts.
Fast forward 10 years, and I have a beautiful daughter to that amazing man. We are no longer together as a couple, but we are firm friends, and surely soulmates. The decision to be with him turned out to be the catalyst for some of the most amazing experiences (and also difficult to be fair) in my life, like a map to the treasure if you like! I always look back at this time with great fondness, even though it was difficult, I wouldn't have had it any other way.
I've actually had many, many other experiences like this in my life, where it seems that there is some "outside" influence over my actions and/or experiences. I would be interested to hear your thoughts on this, and also to hear your stories too.

[shadowstalker]

Same thing with me .
I have experienced my spirit telling me where to go and for the most part have gone to where i needed to go, But lately i have been stuck where I am at now do to lack of money and co-operation by others to help me go to where i need to go again, I can tell that I need to move on and I can tell that I have been held back as my spirit gets edgy because I can't move if you get my meaning.

[pharoah21]

The alchemist is one of those books. It really had a huge impact on my life, and in my opinion is possibly the best story ever written.
I enjoyed reading your story Morgaine, thanks for sharing :)

[loveandgratitude]

SO TRUE........You have to open the doors of intuition and step inside the inner temple of spirit and all we carry with us is trust and faith.

http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7OvLxP45Lik/TdgjBKb-omI/AAAAAAAAARU/VjLVesqK1ho/s400/Developing-Intuition.jpg

[DNA]

I really liked "The Alchemist". While on a date with a fellow college girl in my early twenties she mentioned she was trying out for a play called "The Alchemist". This was our first and only date, and when I told her I had read and really liked that book, she took it as a sign and asked me to come try out for the play with her. I was a tad taken by this girl, so I complied.

When I showed up the next day, I found out that there were two try out times. And I had arrived at the first. To my utter consternation the girl I was crushing on did not show up but, being the romantic, fate swooning sap I am I tried out anyway, because of course she was going to show up for the second try out, we would both be in the play, and some how cupid would work his magic, and we were sure to live happily ever after. Right?

Nope!
She never showed up period, as a matter of fact I never saw her again.
But of course I got a part in the play, as the alchemist.

I really liked "The Magus" by Paul Coehlo as well.

[Morgaine]

DNA,
One of my favorite Coehlo books is The Zahir, that book spoke to me on many levels also. As a side note I see you are a Casteneda fan, I have only read Journey to Ixtlan myself, but that was easily the most amazingly, trippy, transcendant book I've ever read...! I got a lot out of that book....
Thank you for your story,

M.

[9eagle9]

It reminds me of the line from the Wizard of Oz where Dorothy states,

" that if I ever go looking for my heart's desire I won't go any further than my own backyard, because if its not found there..."

That's where I found mine, its all inside me and always was regardless if I'm alone or not.

I too have had the intervention of strangers, that couldn't have been coincidental, ones that didn't tell me something but showed me something about myself even though they didn't even know me.

Trancendence is really just finding other levels of our existence previously unknown to us before.

[fosselovelight]

An amazing story Morgaine, Thank you for sharing. I have only recently finished reading the Alchemist and in the past few months i have found myself on my own 'spiritual path' towards what i feel is my purpose in this lifetime. In the past few months i have feel i have completely changed direction in my life path. Once i began to try and connect with the universe, i felt like i was really able to see and hear and feel the universe's continuous messages (omens)provided for guidance. Nothing is ever a coincidence and sometimes we do really need to 'let go' and let the universe proceed to clear out what is no use for our higher good and bring in what shall enable us to live our truth. Even on this path i have found myself on, i do at times quite often- feel doubt, emotionally weak and quite anxious... but your story has helped me remember the amazing blueprint and guidance of the universe - and i think it has really affirmed what we all really need to be striving for in our lifetimes. thank you. :)

[cloud9]

Amazing story, I really enjoyed it and to be honest I'm jealous too! I have always asked the universe for signs of any kind and I never get them. Not even once!
Am I blind?

[pharoah21]

Amazing story, I really enjoyed it and to be honest I'm jealous too! I have always asked the universe for signs of any kind and I never get them. Not even once!
Am I blind?

There are signs everywhere we look, it's not that you're blind, it's that you don't recognise the signs when you see them. Simply having the desire in your heart to recognise signs and omens tells me that if I speak to you in a months time, you'd have read a few signs by then ;)

[DNA]

Amazing story, I really enjoyed it and to be honest I'm jealous too! I have always asked the universe for signs of any kind and I never get them. Not even once!
Am I blind?

Everyone recieves signs. I like this snippet from Jules in Pulp Fiction when talking about why the bullets missed them.
.


Jules: Hey, Vincent, don't you see? That sh!t don't matter. You're judging this sh!t the wrong way. I mean, it could be that God stopped the bullets, or He changed Coke to Pepsi, He found my ****ing car keys. You don't judge sh!t like this based on merit. Now, whether or not what we experienced was an "according to Hoyle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Edmond_Hoyle)" miracle is insignificant. What is significant is that I felt the touch of God. God got involved..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YujYTVQ4_S0

[Armen]

At the end of my college experience I was introduced to a character named "Don Juan". I was going to school near LA, and a friend of mine strongly suggested I started reading Carlos Castanedas books. I did, and it changed my life. For a time all I wanted was to find someone like Don Juan to teach me how to be a seer. For anyone who has read the books, there was a lot of emphasis on paying attention to intuition, and signs, especially from animals and nature. I immediately started applying the techniques I was reading about in the books to the best of my ability, and it lead to some very interesting results.

Fast forward about a year after college, I had moved to LA. I was actually living in Venice Beach, and had gotten a job at Macy's selling men's perfume. Anyone who knows me, would know that me selling perfume at Macy's is about the equivalent to a fish looking for food on a mountain top. A bit odd, and not what you'd expect from me. I was still very heavily into the Castaneda material.

One day after a long day at work, I was waiting for a ride at the bus stop. There were many people milling about, waiting to catch a bus, all looking fairly tired and lost in thought. I was very tired from standing for eight hours, so I sat down on the curb and buried my head in my hands. Suddenly, in a most dramatic fashion, a crow came barreling across, flying low, from my left to the right, cawing fiercely. Like a cat that has heard a rustle in the brush, I perked up and listened with my whole body. In the books, Don Juan talks repeatedly about receiving the messages of nature, especially from animals. He said that if an animal crosses you from left to right, the message is very important. I had trained myself to listen.

So there I was. I couldn't see anything. I remember everything being a blur, but I was listening with all my senses. From the moment the crow got my attention, everything else happened in a flash of a second. A voice from behind echoed into my ears. "Look out Domingo!" In that moment, I looked to my left, and saw the bus coming. I had not noticed it at all, and it seemed that the driver hadn't noticed me sitting on the curb either. I jumped up and out of the way just before the bus came barreling to a screeching halt where I had sat just a moment ago. Had it not been for that voice, I would have probably gotten hit by the bus. I looked behind me, and saw a Native American man who looked to be in his sixties standing, looking at me. It had been he who had warned me.

There were a couple of things that were strange about that, aside from the obvious. I had by this time become very focused on finding a teacher who could teach me the "Way of Knowledge", just like Don Juan. A day or two before this occurrence, I had a dream that I met Don Juan, except that in the dream it wasn't Don Juan, it turned into Don Miguel Ruiz, another Toltec who became very famous and known for books like "The Four Agreements". However, the man I had seen in my dream looked very much like the man I was seeing in front of me now. The other odd thing, was that I had heard him call me "Domingo". Domingo was the name of my Mexican roomate, whom I talked to for many hours about Don Juan, and had many of Castaneda's books; just for clarification, Domingo is not my name.

The message was clear. The crow had pointed this man out to me, and I needed to ask him about sorcery and knowledge (my reference to sorcery here is the system I learned about through the Toltecs, of coming to understand that reality is a description, and can therefore be undescribed, and redescribed). It seemed totally absurd to approach this man and ask him what I felt I needed to, and my fear prevented me from talking to him. So I got on the bus (the one that almost ran me over), as it was the one I was waiting for. To my surprise, he got on the same bus. So, I decided to sit next to him and strike up a conversation. He sat down, and there was an empty seat beside him, but I was too afraid, so I stood in close proximity and just watched him, trying to figure out what to do. I decided that I would wait until he got off the bus, and then approach him. That felt safer as it would be less public. We passed stop after stop, and he didn't get off. Eventually my stop came, and he still didn't get off.

By now I was deeply invested in seeing this through, regardless of the outcome. I had become like a hunter, focused on the hunt. I was also really scared. The whole time I was having a furious conversation with myself. "What are you doing?! This is crazy!!!!!!" "The crow pointed him out to you. You can't be an idiot and waste this gift." "This is crazy!!!!!"

Stop after stop passed, and the man did not get off. A good hour and a half passed, and by now we were in Long Beach, way out of the way from where I lived. I was looking out of the window, and the neighborhood was getting more industrial and hard looking. I was starting to get very uncomfortable. On the bus went, and my man did not get off. In classic movie fashion, I was about to loose my heart when finally he did get up and exited the bus. This was my moment of truth. I stumbled on out after him. I was way out of my element. The neighborhood felt hostile, hard, and unfamiliar.

Like a cat, I felt I was stalking my target. He was walking ahead of me, and walking very fast. I realized that I couldn't catch up to him just walking, so I broke out into a slight jog. Very scared of where I was, and what I was about to do, I took my heart in my hand and called out to catch his attention. It took a few tries, but he eventually turned around. As I jogged up to his position, I tried my best to indicate that I meant no harm, and that I just needed to ask him a question. As I came upon his position, he looked at me with almost childish, curious eyes. I said, "Do you know anything about Sorcery?" He looked at me without flinching, and without hesitation or pause he said, "No." Naturally I felt disappointed, but I also had a sense that this whole experience was a test. A test in which I had to behave very impeccably. So, in the true warrior spirit that I was trying to emulate through the books, I looked at him, thanked him graciously, turned around on my heels, and walked away from him. All that time and energy for nothing. I had to accept it and not feel sorry for myself. As I walked back to the bus stop, feeling a bit scared of my surroundings, I again heard a voice behind me. "Why do you ask?" I turned around, now standing a few paces away from the man, and told him that the crow at the bus stop had pointed him out to me, so I had to ask him. When I said that, he seemed to relax a bit more, and it felt like he developed a smile within his smile. A door had opened up. With subtlety, he nodded and kind of reluctantly admitted that he did know about sorcery. He said that he apprenticed, that he had been taken into the mountains in his forties, and that now in his sixties, he would soon again go. He also told me that he couldn't talk about it, and I respected that. I asked him how I might find a teacher. His answer surprised me. I was expecting him to say that it wasn't for me, or that I would have to traverse some great distance and undergo terrible trials and tribulations before I was ready. Instead, he said, "Oh it's simple. You just find yourself an elder, ask sincerely, and they will teach you." He was so encouraging and warm, even though he seemed to be standing behind a wall of secrecy, it made me feel accepted, and that I had done the right thing. I thanked him again, sincerely, and we went on about our merry ways. I was now faced with waiting for a bus, and traveling back an hour and a half to where I lived. However this time, I did not care where I was. I was full of energy. I couldn't believe it. My rational mind would have never believed that there was a reason for me to talk to him about this subject, let alone follow him far away from where I lived. It was because I listened to the communications from nature, and my own intuition, that this incredible gift was given to me. How else would I have ever been able to share that moment with him?

Incidentally, ever since crows have played a very big role in my life. They haven't been easy on me, but they have helped me make some pretty big decisions in life....

[DNA]

Wow,,,,good one Armen.
Thank you very much for sharing your experience with us. :)

[pharoah21]

That's an amazing story Armen.........totally got lost in your story!

Maybe you should cut and paste that in to your own thread?

[Armen]

That's an amazing story Armen.........totally got lost in your story!

Maybe you should cut and paste that in to your own thread?

That's a really good thought. I'll have to ponder that. The crow saga continued, of course, and I was already thinking about telling some other bits and pieces on this thread as it is all about following intuition and signs, but maybe it would be fun to give it it's own thread. Speaking of, how do I start a thread? I'm a bit technology impaired. Anybody?

And thanks everyone for the positive feedback. It really means a lot to me...

[Morgaine]

"Incidentally, ever since crows have played a very big role in my life. They haven't been easy on me, but they have helped me make some pretty big decisions in life...."

Hi Armen,
I loved your story too! How amazing to meet the Native American man in such a way, and also how incredible to recognise that he had something to teach you!
Did you read my story in the "Unusual Experience" thread? It involved a Raven, and I always thought of the raven as an omen, or messenger.
Thanks again for sharing with us-

Morgaine.

[pharoah21]

Click on the relevant category on the left hand side of the home page e.g general discussion/spirituality and you should find a button to press 'start a new thread' then all you have to is write your heart out and let me know once you've posted it so i can give it a good read ok!?

[letmedanz]

Good read Morgaine, thanks for sharing your story!
i am a f irm believer that coincidences do not happen. What happens is meant to be.
we are too small & insignificant in the larger plan that sometimes things seem coincidental, but they are just meant to be.

like many others, i have never had a 'message' or 'sign' sent over to me. Or i am just blind or naive to be able to notice it.
i wish i do. wish i knew what am supposed to do...

[TWINCANS]

Amazing story, I really enjoyed it and to be honest I'm jealous too! I have always asked the universe for signs of any kind and I never get them. Not even once!
Am I blind?


Please I'm not intruding on your path but have you tried doing some bodywrok? It can help release yuck in the aura so the real you can shine forth. I daresay the fact that Morgaine lived by the cleansing sea and engaged in creative work by painting helped shift her aura, thus allowing for something new to enter.

[nomadguy]

a small note, as this DID happen to me more than a year ago,
>> perhaps, you missed something important along the way ~before you had woken up. <<
I did, and now I am dealing with it so I can get back on that wonderful road.

"there you go man,
keep as cool as you can.
Face piles
and piles
of trials
with smiles
it riles them to believe
that you perceive
the web they weave
and keep on thinking free" ~ Moody Blues - in the beginning

[Armen]

Hey guys,

Thanks for sharing your stories. I know I'm posting a lot, but this release and expression is turning out to be really good, cathartic, for me.

Sometimes protection comes in the strangest forms.

Earlier in this thread I had posted a story about having a confirmed encounter with a sorcerer's apprentice. After that, I got really serious about finding a teacher. Being in my early twenties, I was energetic, intense, and impulsive about it. I made a very rash decision, which resulted in me rendering myself homeless. Not having anywhere to go, a classmate from the massage school I had just graduated from offered to put me up for a bit. That turned out to be a bad situation for both of us, so even though it was the last thing I wanted to do, I decided to go back home to mom. The earliest train I could catch was at 7 in the morning, and it was around 9pm at night. Things were so uncomfortable in the apartment, I felt I couldn't wait until morning. I left with my suitcase that evening, and caught a bus to the train station. This was around Culver City, LA. When I got there I was a bit unsettled. The neighborhood was very industrial and had a menacing feel to it. Not a good place for a singular guy to hang out with his suit case. The station was very small, so the building was closed. I was going to have to spend the night outside.

Assessing my situation, I decided to pilgrimage to a nearby seven eleven (convenience store chain in America) where there was at least some light, and people. I went in, purchased some trail mix, and then positioned myself on the curb, against the wall of the building. This way, at least, I could see what was going on around me, and there was someone around nearby in a well lit area. I was sitting there, trying to calm myself down, when to my right a man came stumbling along. He was clearly smashed (drunk), as he was swaying and stumbling in his gate. It was the kind of sight where your body ends up subconsciously swaying with the person, cause you're worried they're going to fall any second, yet somehow they manage to stay on their feet.

He was a man in his late fourties, early fifties. Grey, stringy hair with a pony tail. He wore jeans, tennis shoes, and a really nice navy blue blazor, crowned by a military base ball cap. My first thought was, "Please don't notice me, please don't notice me, please don't notice me!", and I held my breath while I waited to see where he was going to go. To my great relief he stumbled into the store, where he meandered around for a bit. It didn't take too long before he picked a fight with the clerk. From outside I could hear the clerk telling him to get out, while the drunk cursed the clerk out over it. They were screaming at each other.

As if breaking a seal, the doors to the store blasted open, and in the threshold stood "my friend", shouting obscenities at the clerk, swaying like a tree in the wind, throwing up wild, one fingered hand gestures with fervent passion and vigor.

Me, I maintained one thought. "Please don't notice me, please don't notice me, please don't notice me!" Of course he noticed me. In mid rant, he kind of turned his head my way and did sort of a double take. As he zeroed his attention on my countenance, he looked at me with delight. Like I represented a new prospect to push himself onto, as the clerk was clearly not having it.

My heart sank. I quickly tried to assess my strategy. I thought, "Ok, don't be mean. Be courteous, but don't encourage dialog. Let him know that you're paying attention, that you are not aggressive, but also not a push over." So he comes stumbling over to me and starts having a one way conversation with me in the classic way that drunks in their uninhibited state just kind of drape themselves over you conversationally. He told me many things. I listened to his whole life story. He especially talked a lot about Vietnam. Using his hands to mimic an M-16 (rifle), he would get this really crazed look on his face, while shooting who knows what in his imagination, and repeating over and over again that he was a "killer" (there were some four letter words attached in front). Now, what I've learned about people, is that people who are dangerous usually don't advertise it much. People who put on a big show, usually aren't very harmful. As our little theater progressed, I started to feel more at ease. It seemed that I needed to stay alert, and not let him get too close, but generally he was just really drunk, and really lonely. So I thought, well, he'll help me pass the time. After all, I still had 7 hours to go before my train arrived.

On and on he went. He told me about war, he told me about his apartment, he told me about his brother who according to him had a lot of money, but didn't share it with anyone. The man's stamina was astounding. Hour after hour passed by, and he just kept talking. He finally introduced himself to me as "Ronald". I'll never forget you Ronald. It was around 4 am when he started to intermittenly complain about his back hurting. It turned out that his apartment was right around the corner. He kept saying, "Oh, my back is really killing me, I should go home." But he stayed. Hour after hour. His pain started to become visible to me. His complaints grew more frequent. I could see him working it out, and willing himself to keep enduring it. After 5 hours or so together, I started to feel really comfortable with him. Heck, we were starting to bond. His complaints about his back persisted. I encouraged him to go home and sleep. He said that he would invite me to his place, but that he didn't know me so he wasn't quite ok with doing that.

When he said that, I started to realize that not everything was how it had seemed to me at first. Every time I urged him to go home, he looked at me with sober eyes. It was as if suddenly the drunk in him disappeared, and there was a man just looking at me saying, "I can't do that." So on he struggled. He kept fishing for things to tell me. After 6 hours it was getting increasingly difficult. He had asked me early on what I was doing, why I was sitting by the Seven Eleven, and how long I would be there; I told him my story.

Finally, the hour approached. It was time for me to catch my train. By now we had become good friends and I felt very at ease with him. I think witnessing the amount of pain he was in really helped me connect to him as a human being. No matter what I said, he had stubbornly refused to leave my side. As soon as I went to catch my train, he wandered off to go home. I felt this enormous relief in him. Like someone who has had to go to the bathroom for a long time, and has been holding it. I could tell he was glad that it was over. Not because of me, but because his pain was so great. "Man, my back is really killing me!" Was the mantra he repeated all through the night, while arching and contorting to shift the discomfort around. Towards the last few hours, it was almost every few minutes.

As I was walking to the train, it hit me. He wasn't there to harass me. He wasn't using me to vent about his unhappy and difficult life. He was protecting me. Ronald refused to leave my side until my train was coming. I have no proof to present conclusively that that's what he was doing, but it's the only explanation that makes sense to me. This man who I saw as a rogue and danger to me, was actually sort of like a guardian angel, making sure no harm came to me that night. It showed me that no matter what we see on the exterior, for most of us (not all) there is a sense of connection and solidarity that can allow us to extend our support, even to a complete stranger. Again, I found myself humbled by the strange and mysterious ways in which life had imparted me with the help I needed. Our guardians can come to us in forms we cannot fathom.

[DNA]

Hello DNA !
You need a aura »shield«. Do the merkaba , the two piramids and use blue, pink and gold light. Do this every day in the morning. I talk from experience.

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Please notice that male and female merkaba are different.

Namasté

Wow

I appreciate your contribution here MariaDine.
I am taking this seriously.
In 2005, I had a series of freak occurances, and there seemed to be a message for me there.
On a clear beautifull night, I recieved the strongest vibe, to sit on a public bench facing a particular direction, and wait. In about 20 mintues, a woman showed up. She was an older woman about 60, she sat about 50 feet away from me.
Our gaze met, she motioned for me.
This was wierd.
I started talking to her and she told me she was here in town to participate in a spiritual workshop of some sorts.
We started comparing sources and authors that had influenced us.
.
.
After we talked for an hour, I asked her if she would like to get something to eat.
She agreed.
She told me about how she had been told she had a year to live, cancer.
She had sold her house and she was driving the country going to various spiritual seminars.
She was living in the moment. She was living in the now.
After dinner, I felt it was important to give her something to commemorate the encounter.
The only thing that felt right, was the necklace I was wearing.
The necklace was of the hindu god Kali.
That may sound macabre, but, Kali is a powerfull metaphor for me.
In Hindu lore, the mother universe was under attack by an unstopable demon.
The mother universe turned to Kali for help.
With each blow the demon recieved, a new demon would grow from the blood spilt.
So, Kali, after each blow, licked the blood from the demon, thus preventing the rebirth of new demons. And in so doing, saved the mother universe from the unstopable demon.
The metaphor here is when trying to meditate, each thought you dispell in an attempt to have a still mind,,spawns new thoughts. And as strange as this sounds I heard once that invoking Kali to silence those self replicating thoughts, works to silence them, I tried it, and it worked.
But, this isn't what it meant for Cathy, the woman I had met.
For her, this was a symbol of death and rebirth.
She took the necklace with both hands and began crying.
She thanked me repeatedly and I held her while she cried on my shoulder.
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That was the first and last time I ever saw Cathy.
About two weeks later I got two books in the mail.
One of which was Drunvello Melchezideks "Flower of Life".

[Morgaine]

That's a beautiful story DNA. How amazing for you that you "felt" drawn to that place, and it for such a lovely reason.
Thank you for sharing it with everyone,

Morgaine.

[Armen]

Stalking Deer

If you've followed the crow thread, you will know that after a time of military service, I aborted my contract and traded in my uniform for the calling of the wild. Since Castaneda's Don Juan was my official introduction into all of this business, I had become immersed in the way of the hunter. That theme kept coming up over and over again wherever I looked. My association with the "hunter" wasn't a beer guzzling loud mouth that went into the woods to kill things and then hang it up on the wall as trophy material. My learning of what a hunter is was different. I learned that a hunter is an animal that is in tune with its envrionment. It listens, observes, and pays attention. As a hunter, you can stalk anything. Even yourself. Hunting is essentially the act of finding something, by means of learning the routines of that which you are looking for, and placing yourself in the right place at the right time to catch it. To hunt is to be extremely in tune with what surrounds you. It is by observation, patience, stillness, and intelligence that you succeed.

In my quest to become a man of knowledge, I had reached a point where nature had become my primary class room and teacher. I was now living in Maine, a state where people still hunt to provide meat for themselves. Deer hunting is sort of a mystical and revered art. Especially when done with a bow. Prior to my experiences in Maine, I had never really intentionally tried to encounter a deer, let alone get a close look at one. The possibility of that happening for me seemed equal to walking on water, or through a wall. Somewhere in the back of my mind I could perceive that it was possible, but I just couldn't fathom that it was possible for me. Regardless, I happened to befriend a bow hunter who took me on a walk through the 30 something acres I was living on at the time. Surprisingly, we encountered deer within the first few minutes of our walk. Ironically, it was me walking ahead that spooked two does out of their hiding spot in the brush. I was floored and thrilled to see these wild animals in the flesh. For people who grow up that way, it's no big deal, but for someone like me, who had grown up in suburbs and cities, it was magical and reality bending.

I had read that there are different levels of hunters. There are those who have learned the routines of their prey so thoroughly, that they know exactly how to find them, and just where to place themselves. That kind of hunting is about seeking and finding. Then, supposedly, there was a whole other level of hunter. This kind of hunter did not look for their prey. They simply drew it to them. A level of finding that does not include seeking, but rather being found. Hard as it was to believe that this could be real, I was told that it was, and so I had to try it out for myself. I was going to attempt to find my first deer by myself, using this method. Rather than trying to find deer tracks, and thinking about where they might be, based on signs, the instruction was to simply set the intention of finding a deer, and then meander aimlessly about the forest, following my intuition, and listening to my inner guidance.

That's exactly what I did. I started walking in a direction and then suddenly I would have an impulse to move to the right, or up a hill, etc. I continued to meander that way, without direction, but with intense inner focus. I have to admit that I did not feel like there was a point to what I was doing, and I felt a bit silly. My little walk about ended up taking me in a giant loop through the woods, brining me back to where I had first started; I had not intended this to happen. When I came into the clearing and recognized the point of where I had begun, I felt very discouraged, but also strangely affirmed that this mystial art was not within my capacity. Feeling a mixture of disappointment and relief, I decided to head back home. I took all but a few steps when I spotted a dying pine tree to my left. It's branches stuck out perpendicular from its trunk and created almost what looked like a perfect spiral staircase. For no reason at all, I felt drawn to climb the tree. It was inexplicable. Just an uncontrollable urge. So I did. I made it up about ten feet or so when i was startled by the rustling of what felt like something big moving through the woods. Something that could be at least human sized. Interesting to note how the awareness of another human approaching triggered an instinctual fear response.

Now it just so happened that my back was toward the direction from where the noise was coming. I couldn't see, but I decided to freeze. There I was, vulnerable, arms and legs wrapped around this tree, unable to move, and unable to turn my head far enough to see what was out there. So I did all I could do. I saw with my ears. I would hear a cluster of rustling noises, and then silence. Then a little more, then silence. There was a path that came from a hill behind where I was positioned, and wound its way down toward the tree I was hugging, and beyond into the brush. The sporadic noise continued and grew louder. Finally the suspense was too much. I couldn't bare it anymore. As gingerly as possible I tried to crank my neck as far behind me as I could without making too much noise, and out of the corner of my eye I saw an adult doe standing on top of the hill in all her glory. She didn't seem to know that I was there, although she seemed to sense that something was present, because she would take a few steps and then look around cautiously, before taking a few more steps. It was burning me up inside that I had to be positioned with my back to where the visual action was, so I took the risk and tried to reposition myself so that my eyes would be pointed in the right direction without spooking my wild friend. Somehow I managed it, and was now able to perceive the animal in her full glory. It seemed that my eyes were drinking her sight in as if it were an elixir of life. My world had stopped. I was breathless. I was now in the crack between realities. I watched her make her way down the path, gingerly. Then meander about looking for something to chew on. It was like watching a friend fold laudry without their knowing I was watchin. Just a daily routne for the deer. I watched her become more relaxed, and then turn her attention on what was on the ground. I watched her chew. I watched her head pop up suddenly, with an anxious focus, looking to see if she had indeed been caught, and then relaxing again, and returning her attention to the ground.

As if this wasn't a generous enough gift to my virgin eyes, she continued on down the path, towards the tree, and stopped right underneath where I was suspended in the air by the generous limbs of the tree. I could have jumped on her back, and for a moment I considered doing it. In absolute awe and shock, I watched her continue to graze underneath my feet, and then meander on until she eventually disappeared into the brush beyond, and her form returned to the shape of rustling sounds in the distance. Stopping, remaining silent, and then startng up again, until that too lost itself to the silence and serenity of the forest.

I was, yet again, in shock. It had worked. I had gone into the woods with the intention of drawing a deer to me, meandered aimlessly about following my intuition, and been rewarded by having an adult deer pass directly underneath my feet. Had I not climbed that tree exactly at the very second I did, i do not believe the deer would have come down the path. I think instead, I would have spooked her. Had I not wandered around the woods aimlessly, I would not have been in that spot at that time to even have the impulse to climb that tree at the very exact second I did. The timing was absolutely impeccable.

We can find by being found, and we can be found when we get lost. That is to say, let go of your linear way of seeing the world, and things fall into your lap. This really is the highest form of hunting I have ever encountered.

PS. In case you were wondering, I was not there to shoot the deer. I was there to see it, so no harm came to it at my hands.

[9eagle9]

Armen your post made me feel better about the world in general today. Thanks for posting it. I chose a life of living in the woods and I can't adequately describe to my detractors why I have chosen to do so. I'd foward your post to them but I think they'd come back all puzzled, "I didn't know you deer hunted.".

But the essence of why I chose to do so is in your post. Its the closer connection and interaction.

[Mathilde Lares]

I can understand all the the things that you encounter in your life. My whole life is like yours,but of course, with a different story to tell.
One day I left my country to continue my studies in the U.S.A., a little nervous and anxious.When I arrived into the airport I realised that it was Valentine Day, someone gave me a heart chocolate with a very beautiful "Happy Valentine" congratulations! I didn't have any boyfriend at that time, and the next thing is that I met my future husband in the English course ( a japanese) and two years after we met, I was married and living in Japan. After we settled down, I felt like I had lived here all my life and although the difficulties, I could always find my way to solve the problems. I sometimes had felt that we had met here before and we just happened to had found each other again after many years, because when we met it was total, untold recognition, since the first day. To have children, to raise them, the food the smell everything felt so familiar,the way our family life is like is a continuity of something. Still the whole situation is a mistery to me. Casualties?
Just go with the flow.

[Dawn]

My mother was my first teacher. I know we all have mothers that teach us about life here, however my mother taught me about spiritual connection with higher truth. We were raised to believe that people who prayed to god were acting like monkeys following each other in a foolish belief that god was outside themselves. We were also taught that sacred space is to be found in nature, and in the wee hours of the morning silence. She read to me about the Greek Gods from the time I was a young child in order to expose me to the history of religion. She considered time in the wilderness to be sacred, and our family vacations into the high Sierra Wilderness to be 'going to our church'.

She died when she was 67 and I was 44 years old. I was with her as she took her last breath. Amazing things happened on the day of her death, like an overwhelming feeling of joy and bliss that was so intense it made the very air feel like honey. A book flew off the shelf and opened to a passage where she had marked a poem she wished to be read at her memorial celebration. It had an inscription written with her hand, which had not functioned in a long time, since paralysis had taken over.

But one of the very important gifts from her came a couple of months later at my home.
One day my eye was attracted to the spine of a small nondescript paperback book among the hundreds on my shelf. In it was an inscription to my mother from her teacher, an elder named Alma. My hands reached for it, and I was certain I had never seen it before. I knew all my books by heart, but this old brittle and yellowed book was a total stranger to me.

I immediately began to read it. I contained a history of human life on the planet from before the time we had our present physical configuration, from a time when we were not 'solid' yet. It also detailed a time when our bodies were giant by today's standards, and they lived thousands of years. The book detailed that the changes on the planet came as the earth alignment with the galaxy changed and energies no longer supported clarity and consciousness. It was a book written long before there was a new age... and the book claimed to be about a mythical planet. The author said the story was channeled. However, as I read the book, I became certain that the fable was actually detailing the true history of our planet and race. I had never before been exposed to these ideas.

I finished the book in 2 or 3 days, and placed it carefully back on my bookshelf. A week later I was telling a friend about the book. I desired to let her borrow it and read it. However, it had disappeared from the shelf and was never found again. It was not until 10 years later that I began to see both scientific and fanciful stories that matched this from such authors as Zecharia Sitchin.

A few years later I was dreaming when I suddenly became aware that I was in a ‘class’. All participants were not in their bodies but were simply 'balls of light'. We were all learning about how to be effective realtors in this reality. I was surprised to be spending my dream time in such a training, and that I knew most in the class although they were not wearing their bodies at the time. Suddenly I felt a presence behind me, wishing to get my attention. I turned my attention to the presence and discovered a ball of energy who had clearly been my mother. Although familiar to me, we did not have the attachment and love we had shared as mother/daughter. Instead she seemed to feel neutral towards me. We exchanged frequencies and, as this occurred, I understood that she was holding the belief that she had not done a proper job of being my teacher and had never truly shown me who and what I am. She wished me to allow her to complete the training she had never been able to deliver in life. I agreed.

With my permission she held up a ‘mirror’ to reflect my essence, which appeared as a sun with such blinding light that I gasped. I came back to my body rather suddenly with a roaring in my 3D ears. I have never seen her since. I think our energies are balanced now.

[Star1111]

Beautiful story Morgaine - I've just ordered The Alchemist - I need to read this book !
My story.......................

It was 7th July 2005 - that awful day in London!!
I hardly ever go to London these days (I find it very disorientating), but on this day I had a very early morning client meeting in London - Paddington.
Whilst I was in the meeting I heard a lot of police sirens but thought not a great deal about it as this tends to be the 'norm' in London
Anyway - once I had finished my meeting I headed off to the tube/underground. (At this stage there was NO information and people were going about their daily business).
I got to the tube entrance to go down the stairs and a policeman (young) was barring the access.

For some reason I asked him ........... "is this a problem with the trains or is it a terrorist attack" I do NOT know what made me say that.
He replied as he looked deeply into my eyes, deeply "all I can tell you at this stage is to get out of the centre of London as fast as you can " - bless him for that!

So I went out to the street to get a taxi.
Well by this time, some word about something had got out and everyone and I mean everyone was trying to get out of London.
People were knocking past each other, there was a slight panic and trying to get a taxi was very very difficult.

My colleague called me on my mobile 'phone to ask me where I was and I told him the situation. All he said to me was " get back as there is a problem with the tubes" - he didn't want to panic me.

I tried again and again and again to get into a taxi but queues by this time were nonexistent and people were literally knocking people over to get into a cab!

By this time I was thinking that something was very very wrong but I still couldn't get into a cab and the cab drivers were heading out of London too.
Then 'as if by magic' a cab stopped near me, a couple got out (wrong move) and someone pushed past me to get into it. The cab driver told him to get out and that I was first. As he said this he then asked me "where are you heading to" and I told him.
He said that he was going to exactly the same place as this is where he lived and he was finishing for the day due to the situation (details still unknown at this time).
As I gratefully sat in the cab on the way home, I noticed that the streets of London were awash with Police, Ambulances and there were a lot of people walking out of London. The streets were full of suited and booted people heading out .
For those who have never experienced a London taxi ride I can explain that each black London taxi has a serial number to register it with the London Carriage office made up of 8 numbers (usually)
And this is the WONDERFUL bit............ as I looked down at the serial number it was the exact date of my birthday (dd/mm/yyyy)!!!

After that I realised that I was meant to remain here on Earth for a while longer to carry out my life path, which I believe is to give support and guidance.

Much LOVE and peace to those poor people who were injured or died on that awful day.