Daily, gritty, spiritual inspiration from bestselling 'high heeled guide' author, Alice Grist.
It's been a long time since I took my spirituality with a dose of spiritualism. Spiritualism made it's name through it's infamous (and some say fake) contact with the dead. It is the home of psychics, clairvoyants and a place to call upon when grieving takes hold. I had much fun with Spiritualism when I first started my spiritual journey. As is described in my first ever book, The High Heeled Guide to Enlightenment. I loved the idea that we might commune with spirit, that wisdom was forthcoming from the ether, and that we go on and are loved infinately. I mean, what is not to love about that? And I had many great experiences, that proved, beyond doubt, that there is life beyond life. (check them out here)
I didn't commit to Spiritualism though, just as I didn't totally gel to Buddhism, Kabbalah or Feng Shui. Though I took a great deal from each. I went on and have lived my life according to me, and to what my heart tells me. These days I wield Tarot and find much of my wisdom through interaction with the living. As it should be. Life is for a purpose. And I have happily not had any contact with the 'dead' for quite some time.
Then today happened. I was milling around my house with one daughter asleep upstairs. I had the baby monitor on. This particular baby monitor has served me through two babies, and is noisy, crackly, and reliable. My Mother in Law came around and we were chatting. She mentioned Horace. He was her Uncle and he died last year. Thirty seconds after she mentioned him, the baby monitor, constant in it's white noise, went silent, and an eerie whilst came through. As if there were a person in the room with my baby, letting lose a short but tuneful whistle. We looked at each other, the hairs on our arms raised. I heard the baby wake up. I asked if Horace used to whistle. He did apparently, all the time... Little spurts of whistling, like that which we just heard.
The fact it happened near my baby daughter is another gift. He never got to meet her. But apparently he already has. And whilst I might be pissed that he woke her from a nap, it was actually rather timely, as I was about to wake her myself. Handy. Spooky, miraculous, and very bloody handy.
And so my world is whirled back to the days of chattering with unseen entities. Nothing about is scares me. Everything about it intrigues me. I have opened myself lately to deeper spiritual experiences, to a holier divinity, a more Wiccan, Shamanic and Pagan understanding of my spirit. I didn't expect whistling. But whistling is cool. I will take it.
I believe that loving spirits, who mean no harm, are probably always trying to get our attention. Occasionally, for a split second, they do so. Usually when we really weren't expecting it. That is the way of a universe where everything is connected. Your sign or message could come through a butterfly or a baby monitor. The way to ensure your message is received, is to believe it when it comes. To have faith in your spiritual ever afterwards. To know that you go on, your spirit is connected, that we are all in a spiral of loving interdependence. And we are. And you are.
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