I always thought there was something about me that was different. I always felt different; like I didn't fit into this life for some reason. I resigned myself to the philosophy those around me developed that I was lacking in social skills for some reason; probably because of my reclusive personality.
Things began happening that made me begin wondering if I belong somewhere else not of this earth. When I stare into the starry night I long to be among those heavenly bodies.
I should have died at 14 on a bicycle bound for an unavoidable collision with an automobile...unavoidable in rational terms...but not in terms of spiritual guidance; divine intervention; an unbelievable life-saving series of events which occurred in the blink of an unconscious eye; and upon awaking from a jarring mind-numbing stop finding myself upside-down on the bicycle wedged in a life-saving storm sewer grate with no damage to the bicycle (which I road home on later) and no injuries to speak of; other than a couple skinned shins; but no loss of blood; I knew then something awesome was being prepared for my future and that was not my time to die.
After many uneventful years the bicycle incident faded away from memory; but recent happenings have brought it to the for-front as the internet entered my life and with it a Jewish Cherokee Shaman who brought with her spirtual awareness as I have never experienced; and along with her other Native American awareness of those living around me; then finding a Native artifact in a nearby creek as if being 'placed' there for me to find; a digging tool which one local empath remarked about as she held it; "I feel death!"....
discovering many people around me both old acquaintences and new arrivals having Native American blood of some small percentage; and my daughter marrying a Peruvian National with Mayan blood of a small percentage...being drawn to the work of Edgar Cayce and the Akashic Records...Plieadian philosophy and being told I am Plieadian by a psychic and having lived almost 70 lives; yet being skeptic of all the information being thrust at me by spiritual energy from who knows where!
What does it all mean? There are many more pieces to the puzzle of who I am and what I am supposed to be doing in this life. I have only skimmed the surface, but I am convinced whatever is happening is preparing me for the next life; wherever that may be.
My poetry comes quickly yet I can never remember what I write. The poems seem to take on a life of their own, almost writing themselves.
Can anyone make sense of all this? I welcome anyone to comment and help me understand where it is I am going and what I should be doing!
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