Monday morning was a new day. I woke up and everything had changed. I couldn’t quite put my finger on it, but there was a subtle change. I spent Friday through Sunday out of town – about five hours from the Southern Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp. The break on the beach was just what I needed.
What was so different about that Monday? A feeling, a feeling of like wonderment, a feeling like something good was right around the corner. It was odd. I thought perhaps it was an adjustment period of reacquainting myself with the energy that so freely flows in the Spiritualist Camp. I went to the gym, per usual and then did my volunteer gig at the Camp office. Even then things weren’t quite jiving. I decided to go shopping, get some new clothes. I had a few readings on Tuesday, the first in five days. Things went well. Still, there was an odd energy about everything. I wondered if my guides changed. They do at times. For every new level attained, new guides present themselves. It was like I learned something new, perhaps it happened in my dream state. I just knew and felt something really good was on its way.
I was the message bearer at the Wednesday night service, so I didn’t take appointments that day, which was rare. On Thursday, one of the answers sat right in front of me. My first reading that day was for a woman who’s a best-selling author on Amazon. Yep, I knew it was coming. It’s time to finish writing my next book, “The Playground.” It’s been in progress for nearly three years. I started working on it again a few months back. I was making headway when my computer crashed. Thankfully, all was saved. It broke my stride, though.
Backstory: I’m a freelance writer – most times for newspapers and for a short period of time magazines. I’d procrastinate at times, but always made the deadline. I had a whole month to write a 4,000 word story for a magazine. I waited until the night before it was due to write it. It took three hours.
I do have writing guides. It makes sense. We all have guides for our chosen field – a higher knowledge that comes in and takes over. One time I really didn’t like the story that I was to write. I repeated ‘I love this story,’ and prayed for my writing guides to assist. They did. Another time in a guided meditation during class, I met one of my writing guides. At the end of the meditation, we were instructed to see a feather. Mine was quill with someone who looked like Benjamin Franklin. The funny thing was a week or two later I wrote a story on a descendant of Benjamin Franklin, looked like him too.
It’s not like I’m not busy. I have spent a lot of time volunteering as the public relations chair for the Camp. The 125th anniversary kickoff is May 11. Lots of planning involved. Press releases were written and sent out. I have set up numerous interviews for coverage.
There’s a change in the air. My meditations have been absolutely fabulous.
Incidentally, while packing for my trip Friday, a slightly larger and meaner looking spider than the last appeared in my front room. I killed it. I have shoes, brooms and flyswatters strategically placed. One morning, I saw a spirit spider on the pillow next to me. So, I finally started reading again. Made some notes and bought a new notebook for the job. I’m ready to getter done. I know good things are coming. I believe it. I saw it. I see it.
I wonder if my writing guides have changed. This isn’t my normal BLOG. Just go with the flow. Live life.