Anyone who wants to communicate with spirits must first learn how to communicate with living-breathing human beings. That being stated . . . I'm going to confess one really bizarre experience I had outside Safeway, yesterday. That's where I communicated, non-verbally, with a very attractive young blond female who was driving a black compact car that looked much like a Ford Escort.
In my red Toyota Tacoma pickup, I had just pulled off 132nd Ave and into the lot. Since a line of cars, going in the opposite direction, had begun to pile up at the stop sign, I hoped the gal driving the approaching black car would let turn left ahead of her (since she was going to get stopped by all the waiting traffic and I needed to park in the left lot). I put my left blinker on.
Instead of letting me pass she slowly inched forward and glared at me all the while. It was
like some sort of scene from that Fried Green Tomatoes movie (if you haven't watched it,
where young girls steal a middle aged woman's parking spot, you must!). "Tawanda!"
Seriously. The young blond turned her head to stare at me the entire length of time that it took her to drive forward to park behind other cars at that stop light. (I did manage to turn
left BEHIND her; thankfully).
Meanwhile, before that, something in me made me just stare back at her. I even tried to
make my eyes go bug-eyed while we locked eyes.
Isn't that hilarious? I am realizing what a pain in the Rumplestiltskin I am becoming the older I get. I am now beginning to understand all the old geezers who used to complain about the "Young Whipper-snappers" from the generation of my youth.
Life teaches us many things. I know -- if I cannot read the energies of people passing me by at the Safeway parking lot, and if I cannot relate to their experience on some level, I probably won't be able to communicate with those in the metaphysical realm either.
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