And suddenly you know. It’s time to start something new
and trust the magic of beginnings.
It’s definitely the beginning of a new chapter in my life shot through with magic, and as the mystic Meister Eckhart suggested, suddenly I just know. It’s time to honor my calling.
If there hadn’t been a perfectly timed “intervention” as I was in the process of developing a website, I’d have used it and my blog for the usual purposes. And I’ll still weigh in on my work and writing’s transformative power; I’ll periodically share my enthusiasm for one book or another. But a celestial posse swooped in and dared me to also go in a new direction.
They gave a collective thumbs up to the website and blog, but told me not to worry about “the folks with the golden gavel.” (Read: editors, agents, in particular.) And just in case I chose to dismiss the call to this higher purpose, they showed up not once, not twice, but three times.
For quite a while, I’d had a sense of being blocked—my fiction writing stalled—so I scheduled a reading about path and purpose with a nationally known intuitive, months in advance of the November session when I’d hear from her guides. To my surprise, just before that session rolled around, a gifted psychic in California who is a colleague of my daughter’s offered to give me a reading, too, because her collective of guides was eager to offer counsel to me.
Strangers to each other, these intuitives delivered a remarkably similar message—that I was to post my story by using a form of automatic writing. But how, I wondered, and what story?
At the same time, a friend offered the use of her house and car in Florida for the month of January while she worked in Germany. This unexpected gift, an out-of-the-blue offer to reflect and to write without the usual distractions, felt like pure magic. The seed of a fictional story took root there, not to mention an awe-inspiring third reading, reward for having contributed to an online fundraising campaign related to my daughter’s then upcoming book.
The group of guides she knows as Spirit provided information about the way to produce my posts, a process akin to the private journaling I’ve done for years. It’s a rapid-fire scribbling, almost as if I’m receiving dictation—words that come without hesitation or any subsequent editing to speak of. Lest I still have any reservations about the project, they offered this nugget: “Through you, a great story is waiting to be born. It will have a life of its own.”
It was during this third 90-minute reading that they also delivered the instructions about what I was to do with the imagined cardboard box. And, soon after, the high-resolution image of a cardboard box’s flap, on a random sheet of paper, slipped out of the printer. No parlor trick, here. No fabrication, whatsoever. Still, I’m not immune to doubts. After journaling about my ingrained skepticism, I invited in higher guidance. Here’s what came:
“Do not begin any writing without feeling free of worry and strain. You can elevate your vibration above fear and doubt. Yes, the first post seems like a “fable” because there is magic in it—the sheet with the cardboard image, for one. The joke from an otherworldly source, for another. It is not your task to figure out HOW readers will take this. It is only one post, after all. You have been blessed with the experience… and because you were open and prepared to accept it as a part of your reality, it occurred. You will tell parts of your story in posts. And it will eventually form a cohesive whole. May people smile and laugh with you at the magic. May they open to a reality beyond fable… It is good that the story comes out of you, too long in hiding.”
It’s true that I give a heartfelt welcome to the signs and wonders that show up in my life. I’m resistant to dismissing, out of hand, whatever occurrence leaps past physical boundaries (or jumps fences!), anything that confounds my rational sensibilities and smacks of—well, magic. My history is full of inexplicable evidence of an expanded reality—and I’m richer for it.
There’s a line I read recently in The Book of Knowing and Worth, channeled by author Paul Selig: “Everything you have done in your life has been calling you here.”
Yes, that feels about right. And so it begins.