Working with the moon phases

On September 1st, 2022, when I was in the grocery store, I came across a woman with a t-shirt twice which made me pay attention. The shirt had the moon phases on it and an inverted triangle and the words “Moon Magic”.

On the same evening a few hours later, I sat outside admiring the clouds during sunset when I suddenly noticed a weird cloud formation.

It looked like a person wearing a cape. And in the right hand was a sword pointing over to his left side. I didn’t have a camera with me and couldn’t take a picture of it, but I attempted to make the drawing below with a digital app to give you an approximate idea of what this looked like.

I thought, the sword symbol reminds me of Archangel Michael. Why is this image showing up for me now?

Then I saw where the sword was pointing to. It was the crescent moon.

Somehow this was new. I was blissfully unaware of most things related to the moon before. I didn’t know the dates when we would have a full moon or a new moon. I didn’t even know whether a moon was growing or shrinking when I saw it. But I thought that the signs I received regarding the moon meant that I should look that up.

It could also mean metaphorically “pointing to the moon” which is meant to say pointing to awareness, to that which can’t be described with words. But in combination with the t-shirt of the moon phases before, I thought it rather meant to point to moon phases.

According to my internet search, some people suggest that creative projects can be timed according to the moon phases. And while the moon is growing, it would also be a good time to invest in the new project.

I had never timed my projects according to moon phases before and I didn’t know whether it would make any difference for me. At that time, I was busy with the production of the divine guidance workshop video. So, I looked up the date of the next full moon (Sept 10, 2022) and thought, alright, 9 more days to go and until then I should probably reach an important milestone regarding the video project. I took this sign as a message to stop procrastinating and get going.

I still can’t say for sure whether working with the moon phases would make a difference for me. But I wanted to share this story as an example of how guidance can come in.

Guidance coming in on all input channels

Recently in this summer in August 2022, I got signs that I should get ready to speak. One of the signs was a mosquito bite on the right side of my neck which got a bit inflamed from scratching and made a long, thin, pointed red line which looked like a sword pointing to my throat chakra. And after this one was healed (which took several weeks!), I got another mosquito bite on my throat. But fortunately, this one didn’t get inflamed.

Then while sitting on a bench after a sightseeing trip in Erfurt, I saw a woman walking by with a bag with the word “SPEAK” stiched on it. It looked like a brand label. But I had never seen it before. Both of these synchronicities together (mosquito bite pointing to the throat and this word) seemed to point me to speaking.

On August 21, 2022, a rat got trapped in our basement shaft. After thinking back and forth for a while what to do about it, I got the idea from a youtube video to make a small rope and tie it to the grating of the basement shaft so that the rat could climb out by itself. It worked!
What to make of this incident? Was it just a normal occurrence or was it a message to pay attention to

The next day, on August 22, 2022, I had a dream that I was on a sailing boat and the sailing teacher took a sharp turn and accidentally poured some coffee over me. And afterwards, I became aware of how much I had to do and how tight my time schedule was, and I felt upset about this.
It turned out that this dream was precognitive.

In the evening of the same day, I participated in a zoom call of the Channel Higher class of the channeler Lisa Wechtenhiser, which is a follow-up group of her channeling training of spring 2021. And not only was there a painting of sailing boats in the background (which was unusual), but the topic of the call was about how we were holding ourselves back, the cost of that, and what we can do to free ourselves. Freeing ourselved seemed to fit with the message of the day before of freeing the trapped rat from the basement shaft. Like the coffee in the dream, that whole mix of the talk and the synchronicities with the dream and the freed rat was stimulating and motivated me to get going the very next day.

Since I have started working on an online version of the divine guidance workshop which I held back in 2017, signs keep dropping in that seem to signal that this is the right path. On various input channels of words and images on t-shirts, songs in the mind, blogposts of other WordPress bloggers, dreams, emails, and a voice in my mind, I get messages of confirmation, support, encouragement, and further direction.

I wanted to create an audio file (or audio-only video) and started out by taking my old blogpost Many forms of divine guidance, pasting it into the Descript app, and then choosing one of their stock voices to read it. I used a stock voice at first because I feel uneasy speaking into a microphone if there is nobody on the other side. I even have trouble sounding normal in intonation when I speak some message for my parents on their answering machine, for example. So, using a stock voice seemed convenient. I did not publish this, though, because it was just for testing and proof of concept.

And then afterwards, the signs kept coming:

The beautiful song “Who’ll come with me” from the Kelly family played in my mind with reassuring lyrics which I interpreted as that spirit walks with me and shows me the way.

In my WordPress feed, a channeled blogpost appeared with the message that it should be satisfying if one touches many people with their work. That sounded like it was meant to be motivation for me.

During a walk around the fields, I saw a guy with a t-shirt which had “Gimme some more” written on it. Like encouraging me to do more audio production.

Then, I got an unusual email from academia.edu with the title “See the rank of “The Experience of Divine Guidance”[…]” . I had downloaded Mark Allan Kaplan’s PhD dissertation The Experience of Divine Guidance from this website several years ago. And now they sent me this mail to suggest that I could look up the citation rank. That seemed like more than a coincidence.

Then I got another email, a tutorial from the Descript software, with the title “Write for your own voice”. That was like a message that I should not rely on the stock voices of Descript but rather speak in my own voice ( – I had suspected that already).

The inner voice of guidance also spoke. It said something along the lines that they would work more closely with me when I work on this divine guidance project. But with the inner voice, I am still never really sure whether I am making this up or not ( – I can see my spirit guides rolling their eyes as I write this; but wait – maybe I am just making that mental image up??).

Then I had a dream where I went into town but was walking around in underpants only. I knew I needed to go shopping and get new pants. My interpretation was that I am about to slip into a new role (- pants is something like a role we are playing).

So, guidance was coming in on all input channels with encouraging messages. And I want to emphasize that I have seen this several times. Whenever I stop procrastinating and finally surrender and commit to a new guided endeavor, then I get these signs of confirmation and encouragement. Sometimes theses signs can become so intense and pushy that they feel annoying or even threatening. But mostly, I find them comforting. Good to know that I am on the right track. It is also good to know that there really is something behind the veil – some intelligent, orchestrating force, and guiding force.

Building trust in the inner voice: the bike seat story

“We are so happy to hear that you are going to Berlin,” said the inner voice of guidance. “You will be treated like a princess. No, even like a queen. Like royalty. Enjoy your trip!”

And then they added, “And we have a surprise for you.”

In addition to this statement of the inner voice, I got an image in my mind of some people dancing or bobbing up and down with joy and excitement.

“Well, what is it? Won’t you tell me?” I replied.

“No, we won’t tell you. Because then it wouldn’t be a surprise. And the soul loves surprises!”

I had planned my spontaneous trip to my parents in Berlin for a few days during early May 2022. I wrote about it here. Some last minute concerns had been wiped away. Due to a sore throat, I had decided to take a COVID test. I would have canceled my train tickets when the test would have been positive. But luckily it came back negative. I felt relief. And now I was ready to go.

I wondered what the promised surprise was going to be.

And even more, I wondered whether I heard the inner voice correctly. I still struggle with the issue of discernment and trust in the inner voice. Most often, the guidance does not appear as an audible voice but more like thoughts in my mind. Thoughts where it is not me who is thinking them. It is more like someone is talking to me telepathically in thoughts. But it is hard to tell whether I am making this up. Is this wishful thinking? Or is it from guidance? It is often easier to discern when there is some additional guidance showing up on another input channel like in a dream, a song in the mind or showing up in the physical. So, I decided to wait and see.

As it turned out, not only was I treated royally with fantastic weather and tasty food, but there were at least three surprises. The first surprise was that the train had on-board entertainment and I got to watch a movie on the 5h train ride to Berlin. The second one was that I was contacted by a former colleague right after I had left Berlin. I am going to share now in more detail about the third surprise.

The surprise

So after a few days, I came back from Berlin late in the evening. And since I already had experienced two surprises, I didn’t expect any new ones. I got off the train and went to my bike which I had locked at the train station for a couple of days. My bike was still there and not stolen. That was a relief. But there was something unusual about it.

The first thing I noticed was a little rose flower in my basket. It was an artificial one, made from fabric. How lovely to be greeted with something like that!

Then I noticed that there was something strange about the bicycle seat. Not only was the plastic bag removed which I had used to cover the seat. But the saddle was low and the quick clamp was loosened.

WTF?

Then I took a closer look and realized that this was not my bike seat! Someone had taken my old bike seat out and put an almost new one in there. My old bike seat was very much torn on the surface. But I didn’t mind. I always used a plastic bag to cover it. And now I had an almost new bike seat with a smooth surface.

How lovely! Someone must have exchanged my saddle for a better one and put the rose in my basket. That must have been the surprise my guides promised me.

Some handicraft work required

However, after I arrived at home, I took a closer look at the new saddle and saw that there was a problem. The seat pillar was too thin. Even if I closed the quick clamp, the saddle would still move.

Darn. Now I wasn’t so sure anymore whether this surprise was really such a great gift and some resentment crept in.

Then the problem solving phase started. Sifting through ideas how to deal with this. I wasn’t going to spend money on a new bike seat because I was afraid that that one would be stolen the next time I went to Berlin leaving my bike for several days locked at the train station.

After an unsuccessul attempt to enlarge the diameter of the saddle pillar with thick fabric duct tape, we tried some handicraft with metal from soda cans. After some tinkering, we ended up cutting the metal of not only one but two soda cans and wrapping it around the pillar to make it fit into the bike frame. ( I am so grateful that I stumbled across this helpful tip in an internet forum.)

Then the saddle pillar fit and didn’t slide into the frame further while biking and I thought, finally, I can be grateful for this surprise.

Messages

But there was more. There were probably some messages to consider.

One of the soda cans was a Dr. Pepper with cherry-vanilla flavor. We usually never drink Dr. Pepper and I wasn’t even aware that this was available here in Germany, but my husband bought it because it was the cheapest soda can he could find at the grocery store. I wondered whether there was a message in that for me. Does having (Dr.) Pepper under my butt mean something similar to getting fire under my ass? I hope I won’t be pushed by my guides again to do things which I don’t want to do. Had enough of that in the past.

The other thing that might be a message was that the saddle had the inscription ‘MOODY’ on the side, along with icons which reminded me of moon phases. Was it an admonition to look at my moods and heal my moody conditions? Or should I read Raymond Moody’s books about NDEs? I am not sure. Looking at my moods of occasional grumpiness, fear, and anger and trying to get into a stable inner peace is always a good idea, but it is still work in progress.

The third thing to mention about the saddle is that is is from the brand ‘Selle Royal’. A royal bike seat. When I saw this, I realized that the inner voice which I heard before the Berlin trip had told me that I would be treated ‘like royalty’.

Not only did I have a new bike seat now, but I also had one more experience with the inner voice where I had learned to trust that what I had heard was real. And much more than any channeling class exercises, it is these little personal experiences which teach me to trust.

The message on the bench

‘Why not go through the forest today?’, the thought dropped into my mind on Saturday, April 23, 2022. Yeah, I had already taken a walk around the field in the sunshine just a day ago and now it was cloudy, so I wouldn’t miss any sunshine when I went into the shade of the forest instead of my usual walk around the fields. It would be the first trip to the forest this year.

With a little excited anticipation about what would be in store for me on that day, I got on my bike and took the short ride to the forest.

I had intended to put my bike right at the entrance of the forest and then walk the rest of the way, but for some odd reason my mind seemed to be wiped blank when I passed that spot and I ended up riding further into the forest instead.

‘Okay, never mind,’ I thought. ‘Who knows what this will be good for. I’ll just put my bike next to the little bridge then and walk from there.’

This time, I didn’t miss the spot. I locked my bike next to a small bridge and then took a walk around a lovely nature reserve area.

Even though the landscape was beautiful, my mood was rather brooding. Triggered by current events, thoughts about past stuff from work came up. Anger about not feeling appreciated enough in the past and my resulting intention to reduce my level of engagement at work. I still haven’t truly forgiven this issue. Regarding my day job, I am in a sort of detached, disengaged state most of the time. It feels peaceful on the surface, but if anything touches that old wound, emotions of anger and sadness come up again.

There are many benches along the way and I usually sit down often to rest and enjoy the view. I was glad that I was alone on this walk. Sadness came up and I let the tears flow. I didn’t even know whether the tears were sadness about the work anymore or whether they were a sign of release. Tears of relief as if someone hugged me after I had gone through a rough time.

In that brooding and teary-eyed mood, I got up and walked a bit to leave the nature reserve again where I suddenly saw a new bench at the side of the forest. The wood of the bench was old so it must have been there for a long time, but even though I had walked past this spot many times, I had never noticed a bench in this place. Maybe someone put an old bench in this spot?

So, I thought that I still had enough time since I rode my bike too far into the forest that day and shortened the way which I would walk and therefore I could rest on that new bench. And then a couple of minutes later, I decided to make a small detour. All because I still had enough time left.

As I walked a small, barely visible detour-path which I had never gone before with the forest on my left and the fields on my right side, I saw another bench. It was old, had a hole in part of the seat and was out of sight from the main path. How nice that there were so many benches in beautiful spots.

When I sat down, still teary-eyed, I saw that on top of some graffiti a (German) text was written on the old, weathered wood.

The message on the bench

Here is the German text:

Vertraue!

Alles ist gut.🤍

Du bist ewig!

Du bist wunderschön.

Es ist kein Zufall, das[s] du hier bist!

Wir passen auf dich auf!

Translation:

Trust!

All is well.🤍

You are eternal!

You are beautiful.

It is no coincidence that you are here!

We’re looking after you / watching over you!

My tears welled up even more, this time because of wonder and gratitude. Until I was able to laugh again. Then I said to my guides, “Thank you. You guys are amazing.”

I don’t know who wrote this lovely message and for whom, but now it became clear to me how I was guided to this bench all along and why I was made to miss the first parking spot of my bike at the entrance of the forest.

At that day, I didn’t have any device with me to take a picture.
When I came back two days later to take photos of the bench, I also saw that several of the trees were marked with two white dots by the foresters. And someone had played with these dots and painted faces on a few trees like in this picture.

I think these kinds of stories happen to me, but they do not belong to me. They want to be shared. So, that’s what I do. I hope you also find some miracles in the forest or somewhere else in everyday life.

Results of working with divine guidance: coming into alignment with the soul

In addition to the paradigm shift that consciousness is prior to everything (see last week’s post), another result of working with divine guidance is coming into alignment with what the soul wants.

The Octopus Model

Back in the early years of my spiritual journey around 2007/2008 when I became aware that there was an invisible force behind the veil like a giant invisible hand moving everything and orchestrating events like chance encounters and synchronicities, an image dropped into my mind. It was a something like a giant octopus with more than a million arms (or a hand with a million fingers) and each arm had a puppet sitting on the tip of each arm (like one would put a thimble on a fingertip while sewing). We were like divine puppets moved by a giant, invisible puppeteer.

The ‘octopus’ came into my mind with the color of transparent light blue and it represented the giant invisible force (consciousness/ awareness / the void) which moved everything.

The puppets or thimbles on the tips of the arms had the color of opaque bright red and they represented the things in the visible realm (other people, animals, cars, etc.)

At first, I struggled with the color coding of this mental image or vision. I thought if I am ever going to share this, wouldn’t it be nicer to have the octopus in red and the puppets in blue? Because most people are probably familiar with the red pill vs blue pill choice in the film The Matrix where the blue pill represents staying in the illusion and the red pill represents waking up. But even though I tried, the mental image didn’t want to be changed and somehow insisted on keeping the octopus in transparent light blue and the puppets in opaque bright red. So, I gave up and stayed with these colors.

When I was in awe and wonder about all the synchronicities but struggled with the question ‘How does this work?’, this model dropped into my mind as an answer. I gave me an explanation of how the world is not made up of separate bodies which move around randomly and bump into each other just by coincidence. But there was a hidden force which orchestrated everything.

The model could also explain how it would be possible to have a telepathic connection to someone else. The connection from one being to the next was via the route of up one arm to the body of the octopus and then down another arm to the other being.

What about free will?

Even though this model could explain some mysteries, I still struggled with the aspect of free will. If we are steered like puppets by the divine force all the time, then why is life on earth such a mess? And why can it sometimes be so hard to decide what the best next step would be to take?

Some years later, I read a Raj/Jesus channeling by Paul Tuttle which described the spiritual journey as starting with a connection to the divine like a string with much slack (i.e. a lot of free will). And as the journey progressed, the string would become shorter and shorter and exercising free will would become more and more uncomfortable.

I found the string analogy helpful and put this element into the octopus model. The red puppets were now tied to the octopus’s arms with strings which had more or less slack. As the spiritual journey progressed, the strings would become shorter. At a certain point when the string had no slack anymore, the red puppet would only follow the movement of the octopus’s arms.

Octopus model with puppets with strings with varying amounts of slack

I remember reading in one of Bernadette Roberts‘ books about the path to no-self or the experience of no-self that at one point in her journey any decision making process was like walking or balancing on a log of wood. It was completely clear where the next step had to be placed. Exercising free will and choosing any other direction would have resulted in falling off the log of wood. That is what I assume will happen in the journey and that is what I mean when I say that free will becomes less and less.

I had my own experiences with giving up free will. When I chose to act contrary to my guidance, things would break in the house or I would get sick. This was a precursor to the situation described by Bernadette Roberts.

There is free will. But choosing a direction different from what the divine would have us do becomes harder and harder as the journey progresses.

Coming into alignment

Following divine guidance leads to a coming into alignment with one’s soul. In the model discussed above, it is about shortening the strings. In the beginning, they are long and have a lot of slack. That means for the individual person there is a lot of wiggle room to exercise free will and go into all directions of which they think that it would make them happy (money, career, admiration, shopping, etc.)

After a while, if the person planned to have an awakening in that lifetime, their string becomes shorter and shorter when looking at the journey from a bird’s eye view seeing the big picture.

In the next post, I plan to write about what that journey of shortening the string and coming into alignment might look like from the person’s point of view.

Wisdom teeth removal (part 2/2): a generous tooth fairy

This is the second part of the story about my younger son’s wisdom teeth removal. You can read part 1 here.

An unexpected gift

We had taken the four removed teeth home with us since they were whole. I scrubbed them clean and then decided to search for a container in which my son could keep them. I went to the pharmacy, described the situation and wanted to buy cylindrical plastic containers which are usually used for ointments. But the pharmacist said she could give me a metallic box for free. It had a pretty picture on the lid and I agreed to take it, feeling very grateful for this gift. My son was happy with this box and placed his wisdom teeth in there.

This was not only a gift for my son. Since the surgery was on my birthday, the fact that the surgery went well and this free metal box were also like birthday gifts for me.

My son made it through the next days with a lot of care, ice packs, pureed food, and sleeping with his head elevated.

A kick in the butt by the tooth fairy

A week after the surgery, the stitches had to get removed. On that day, my son came home later than usual from school. What had happened? The rear tire of his bike had a hole and was flat and therefore he had to walk half of the way home.

So, he took his older brother’s bike to go to the surgeon’s office. The thing is that his brother’s bike is much larger than his own bike. And since my younger son is already pretty tall, he found riding such a large bike way more comfortable than his old bike.

Then he had the stitches removed which was a bit uncomfortable again, but he endured the procedure and was very happy to be able to eat solid food again afterwards.

What a timing of circumstances! Why did the tire go flat exactly on the day when the removal of the stitches was scheduled? That seemed like a hint of the force behind the veil that it was time now to switch to a new bike. A kick in the butt by the tooth fairy.

Back in summer of 2021 when our older son got his new larger bike, we had asked our younger son whether he wanted one, too. But he said no. Back then he was still fine with his old smaller bike which he rode since he was in 5th grade.

So, I said, “You know, even though we never did this tooth fairy custom thing here in our family, I think that some kind of spirit thinks you deserve a gift after what you have gone through. That is why the tire of the bike burst just before you got the stitches out. I think we need to buy you a new large bike soon.” Now, he eagerly agreed.

But getting a new bike was not enough. He also wanted to change his school backpack to a new cool one.

And also his wallet and key pouch.

He felt so grown-up all of a sudden that everything had to be changed. Apparently, he had a generous tooth fairy. (But considering that our public health insurance here in Germany paid for (almost) the entire oral surgery, I won’t complain about money.)

The whole story reminded me of initiation rites which the young men undergo around puberty in some indigenous cultures (for example, as the ones which are vividly described in the mind-blowing, impressive book Of Water and the Spirit by Malidoma Patrice Some). Trying, painful, and scary. But once they made it through, they emerge as grown-ups and there is a party and gifts.

My son just came in and said, “Mommy, I need a new bike helmet, too. My old one ist too small.”

Sigh.

Alright. So, I ordered a new bike helmet.

Now I think I need to go and have a serious chat with the tooth fairy.

Wisdom teeth removal (part 1/2): signs of comfort

My younger son’s soul seems to have volunteered to contribute stories around teeth for this blog. When he was little, he had this stubborn baby tooth which would not leave and which led to two teeth growing in the same place. It mirrored my clinging to my former privacy.

Now he is 17 years old and in the beginning of March 2022, he had his wisdom teeth removed. All four of them at once. With local anesthesia only.

In the fall of 2021, we had the dentist do an X-ray of the wisdom teeth to find out whether they would cause trouble. And even though they looked benignly straight and not tilted, there was too little space for them. So, we decided that they had to be removed.

My son got all tensed up and anxious about the whole thing. No matter how often I told him that he would not feel anything when he got the local anesthesia and that the surgery would not take long, he felt worry and anxiety.

Soothing mint

Then in December 2021, we had a preparatory visit at the oral surgeons’s office, and right before that appointment outside where we parked our bikes, I saw a mint colored bike. I told my son, “Mint is the color my guides send me when they want to say something soothing and give me the message to calm down. So, I guess that means you should not worry. All will be fine.”

The next day, my son told me, “Mom, I was the first one in the classroom this morning, waiting there alone for the others to arrive. And then the first classmate arrived and guess what he was wearing. A mint-colored sweater. I had to think back to yesterday and the mint-colored bike. I felt soothed.”

We scheduled the surgery for the next school vacation so that my son would be able to recover at home and not have to visit school right away. Due to that and because the doctor came in only it at certain times during the week, the date of the surgery ended up on my birthday. Well, that was not the nicest way to spend a birthday. But never mind, I’d have to deal with it.

A comforting message

In January 2022 during a general physical check-up (which had nothing to do with the wisdom teeths), my son had his blood drawn from his arm. In order to distract my son from his anxiety, the nurse who drew the blood asked him to tell her a bit about which school he went to and my son did his best to answer.

After the procedure was over, I said, “That was a good method to distract you from your anxiety. But during your upcoming wisdom teeth removal, this won’t work because you cannot talk when you have your mouth open.”

The nurse heard that and started to tell us about her own wisdom teeth removal, “Oh, I had that too, recently, and it wasn’t horrible at all. In the evening, I was already able to eat again. No need to worry.”

I thought that was very nice from the universe to send us someone before the surgery to give us a comforting message.

And also, I was reminded that I had almost cancelled that check-up appointment because I wasn’t sure whether it was really necessary and I couldn’t find out whether our public health insurance would cover this particular one or whether I would end up having to pay at least part of the costs. So, after some unsuccessful back and forth between me, the general practitioner’s office, and the health insurance, I tried to call and cancel the appointment for the general check-up. However, mysteriously their phone line was busy all the time and I couldn’t get through. Now I knew the reason.

The cat

In March 2022, on the day of the surgery, we left the house in the morning to walk to the oral surgeon’s office. The remarkable thing was that the young reddish cat from our neighbors across the street had sat on our doormat just outside of our front door for several hours before we left. She never did that before. And when we went out, she walked with us for one block. It was unusual. As if this was another sign of comfort that someone was there to accompany us during this ordeal.

Purple

After the young cat had left, the next unusual thing we saw was a deep purple chiffon cloth on a bush in a front yard. As if someone lost it there. Then my son found a purple coin-shaped metallic plastic thing on the sidewalk. These things did not look like coincidences but like signs.

We arrived at the surgeon’s office. And just before the surgery, he was quite nervous and tense. The worst thing about the whole procedure were the eight injections for the local anesthesia. Pale in the face and shaking, he grabbed my hand tightly for comfort after the numbing injections. But soon afterwards, I had to leave the operating room. Accompanying persons were not allowed to be present during the surgery.

So, I sat outside and waited, and after only 30 minutes the whole thing was over. All four teeth removed in whole. None of them had to be cut in pieces. And all went well, thank goodness. We called my husband to take us home with the car.

At home, we were able to stop the bleeding with a single dose of Arnica 200c (- at occasions like these, I feel so grateful that I have learned something about homeopathy even though it took rheumatoid arthritis to get me to learn this).

And after about 8 hours, the effects of the local anesthesia were gone and my son was able to eat his first meal again. What a relief!

As within, so without

Sometimes life sends us little experiences which can be interpreted as metaphors for spiritual lessons.

Here is a story which happened recently (spring of 2022).
On the inside of our bathroom window, we have a pleated blind covering the lower half of the window. And even though I usually don’t clean the window behind the blind, one day I decided to pull the blind up a bit and remove the black mold from the inside of the window frame which had built up there over many months. I don’t know why I felt compelled to engage in extracurricular cleaning activities that day. I just did. Afterwards, I pulled the blind down again. The cleaned window frame was covered and invisible again.

On the outside, the window was dirty, too, with a huge stain of black mold on the bottom of the window frame. I looked at it, wondered where it came from, but decided that it wasn’t necessary to remove it.

Now, the interesting thing was that just a couple of days after I had cleaned the inside of the window frame, my husband told me, “You know, there was a huge stain of black mold on the outside of the bathroom window. And I just decided to clean it.”

That is remarkable because (A) my husband usually does not clean anything in the bathroom. Even thought he does sometimes clean other rooms, like vacuum the floors or clean the kitchen sink, cleaning something bathroom-related is unusual for him. And (B), it was just two days or so after I had cleaned the inside of the window (which was somewhat out of character for me to do, too). And also (C), my husband didn’t know that I had cleaned the inside of the frame just a short while ago. I had not told him and I had pulled the blind down so that the inside was covered again.

Immediately, I thought that this chain of events was not mere coincidence, but it was a lesson. It probably pointed to the saying ‘as within, so without‘ because the inside of the window frame was cleaned first, and then its outside was cleaned, too.

In real life, ‘as within, so without‘ refers to this: What we hold within our thoughts and emotions is the generating cause for the outside world.

I love it when life sends fundamental lessons packaged in little experiences like that.

Examples of divine guidance (part 3/3): health issues, dreams, and mirroring events

Here are more stories about divine guidance.

Everything is clogged

When I did not want to share my spiritual journey, I got some breathing trouble in my throat, as if it was clogged. The throat chakra can cause problems if there is a resistance to speaking one’s truth.

Also, when I did not want to share, many things in our household got clogged, like clogged drains, clogged showerheads, and a clogged coffee machine.

Interpretation: The events around as well as in my body mirrored my resistance to go forward on my spiritual path and come out of the closet and share what I had experienced.

Don’t rest too early

I had found the awareness-watching-awareness meditation method to be most effective. Turning my attention 180 degrees backwards and looking back at that which is looking, putting the focus of attention at awareness itself gave me the most peaceful and joyful feeling ever.

It was so joyful that I didn’t see a reason why I had to come back and participate in life again. I mean, I was still alive, taking care of work and kids. But why bother writing about my spiritual journey and sharing all of this? Why do anything stressful again that would distract me from meditation and bliss?

Then the following pattern of events happened (a dream and an actual event).

Dream (2014, Good Friday): I fly via airplane into the USA. I get off and reach a waiting area with nothing but black chairs where I sit down and even fall asleep from exhaustion.

Much later, I realize that I need to get up and pick up my luggage. From there, I continue to the exit where my brother is waiting for me. He is slightly annoyed since he has been waiting a long time for me.

Message: I have arrived and need a rest because I am totally exhausted. But this is not the right place to rest. I first need to pick up my luggage and then meet my brother. ‘Meeting my brother’ is a symbol for sharing with fellow spiritual travelers.

About a month after that dream, on Ascension Day 2014, a real-life event happened.

I was walking along a small street across a field which is also used as a glider airfield. Right in front of me, a small glider landed, but it came down too early and ended up on the wrong side of the street. A car had to come and tow it across the small street.

Message: This was an admonishment which was in synch with the airplane dream about not resting too early. The airplane also had come to a rest too early. I found it remarkable that both messages came through on important Christian holidays. That seemed to add more emphasis.

Examples of divine guidance (part 2/3): dreams

Here are some more stories with examples of divine guidance.

Depression

One day a while ago, I was very sad about the losses I had endured so far. And I was about to give in to the grief, drown in it, and never get up again.

Then I had the following dream.

I am on a bus ride. Suddenly I am falling out of the bus, leaving it while it is driving and before it has arrived at its final stop. I am lying in the street, covered by brown mud, and unable to get up and walk away. I cannot prevent other cars from running over me.

Message: This was a warning that I should not give in to the feeling of sadness too much. Otherwise I would leave the spiritual journey prematurely.

Figuring out my life’s mission

I asked what I should do with my life. What the heck is my mission in this incarnation? If my guides could please just let me know. Everything could be so much easier if they could just frankly tell me what I needed to do.

Afterwards, I got the following dream:

My son has some homework to do in mathematics. But he is too slow. Therefore, I attempt to help and solve the tasks for him.

Then the scene shifts and this time the homework is like a board with little light bulbs and electric cables and circuits. It is obvious that the task is to get all the light bulbs to light up by putting all the cables and plugs into the right places. This time, if the student makes an error, there is a red warning light and an alarm sound.

Message: “Sorry, we cannot let you know what you have to do in this lifetime. This would be as if you did the homework for your son. He would not learn anything. Figuring out your life’s mission is like putting the electric plugs into the right place. If you do it the wrong way, there will be plenty of warning signals.”