Normal Is Not Real
In your life there may be one Halloween per year. It has never been like that for me. Not since I learned what Halloween means to most people.
The night before All Hallows Day (All Saints Day) is when spooky creatures, ghosts and goblins are supposed to come out to roam the earth. In our world — the world I share with others who are mystics and mediums — spirits are present every day and night.
In January 2008 I was asked to tour the Old Charleston Jail. It was built in Charleston, SC, in 1802. There were spirits — ghosts, if you prefer — all around the grounds and inside the jail when I made my first visit. Most had been ordinary men, women and children. A few were extraordinarily evil. Which means yes, believe some of those horrible stories you have read about the pirates, highwaymen and others imprisoned there.
One part of the jail was known as the area where Union soldiers were held during the Civil War. What I saw were soldiers in blue uniforms with guns and bayonets patrolling the halls. The tour guide said that before me no one had ever seen Union soldiers’ ghosts reenacting the time they held Confederate soldiers prisoner after the war.
Many people would consider it a bit of Halloween come early.
That is my normal.
It’s always been my normal.
It makes no sense to me when anyone tells me they cannot see or speak with their guardian angel. It’s the most natural thing in my world. Each time I sit down to write there are a roomful of angels around me. My guardian Michael is behind me reading as I type. He might tell me how to phrase something. The angels will suggest topics that make sense to readers. They remind me you do not comprehend this in the same way as me.
They remind me that I am not writing for my family and friends. They’re used to me. I am supposed to write for people who have no clue that they have the same spiritual experiences we have. You may not remember what has happened in your sleep. You may not realize who is whispering into your ear. We have lifetimes of experience in conversing with our angels and talking with spirits. We are aware of who is talking to us when there are no humans present.
It’s said that seeing and speaking with God is done by only a few in each generation. I cannot imagine Halloween or any other day of the year without God.
What is normal to ninety-five plus percent of the world’s population is simply incredible to me.
Just as my reality, my normal life, is unbelievable to so many people. And you know what? That is just fine.
The other day I was digging through some old photographs. I came upon one which I forgot I had. It was taken in the private parlor of a monastery. Beside me sat one of the most beautiful women I have ever met. She was one of those incredible people whose souls shine out regardless of where they are or what they do. Sister wore her medieval widow’s garb and a smile brighter than ten thousand suns. She also wore one of my old straw hats.
She was very old and ill by this time.
Within a few months I was attending her funeral. There I witnessed something which could not have taken place in the physical world. I saw another nun, a dear friend, in the chapel with the rest of the nuns. She told me later that was impossible. She had already left.
How are such things explained?
More easily than you might guess. A part of her soul’s reflection remained behind while she had left.
There is more to life than what we see in movies and television.
When you are ready, you will have your Halloween every day, too. Maybe not the candy, but definitely the joys.
Start by sitting quietly and asking your guardian angel its name. Ask every day. Several times a day. Ask until you hear an answer.
Give yourself the gift of making normal what you were told is not real.