do you believe in magic?

🤗 hi.

we got back from jordan (and 100+ degree temps) a week ago and i'm reeeeeally into fall. i'm into wearing big sweaters and thick socks. something about october makes everything feel a bit spooky. maybe it's the warm light and the long shadows but i'm getting into a hocus pocus kind of mood.

this is also echoed by a book i just finished called, signs: the secret language of the universe written by laura lynne jackson a (wait for it...) renowned psychic medium. she believes everyone is capable of connecting with their own group of sprit guides or "team of light." these energies could be people (or animals!) you were close to who have passed or they could be other energies assigned to protect and guide you.

it's totally out there, but the book shares a collection of stories from people who have experienced uncanny revelations and instances of unexplained synchronicity. she asks you to consider any moments or signs you've received but may have chalked up to "conicidences" i'm a pretty grounded, analytical person but i've found some cases where there's just *no way* it could be coincidence. moreover, if i actually thought what happened was just a fluke, and not a sign, what a sad and prosaic way to live life.

i realized that i've had a few experiences that immediately jumped out to me as obvious signs.

i was very close to my grandmother when i was a kid. i spent all my mornings lazily stretching to classic mousercise while i waited for whatever she was making for breakfast—pancakes, french toast or my favorite, canned peaches from their trees with buttered toast. i spent a lot of time with her, riding underneath her shopping carts, listening to smooth jazz in the front seat when i was way too small, eating maple bars (utah, what's up) and watching her curl her hair and put on revlon orange red lipstick. i was in college when she passed, and my grandfather still lives in the house they built together. but one day, not long after she crossed, i needed to meet my dad there and i was at the house alone. the first thing i did when i went inside was opened her sacred snack cupboard—it was where she kept the werther's originals, the whitest bread and marshmallows, the sweetest scented cabinet of all time. i sat down and immediately felt her there. then the phone started ringing, and i picked it up, and no one was on the other line. i hung it up and the line would ring again. when i was trying to answer the phone the garage door started opening, rising halfway and closing, over and over and over, on it's own. i immediately knew it was her. i knew she was waving, i knew she was saying, "hello hello! you're here! i cant make you any french toast, but i am going to make sure you know i'm here with you too" i started crying and laughing, and i said out loud "hi grandma, i know you're here" and it all stopped.

another moment happened a few years ago, i was in new orleans waiting for a friend when a man came up to me, he was later middle age, small with a kind face, but he seemed serious and asked if he could talk to me. he said that i had been just ahead of him, that he'd seen me at three different places across the city that day, and that he was a medium based out of minneapolis. his friends (he was with two women and another man) could see i was a little caught off guard and they assured me he was actually a medium, he wasn't anyone to be afraid of, they were very warm. he told me he felt someone "coming through" for me. an older man, but he wasn't sure if we'd ever met, his name is john, and john needed this man to tell me that he was proud of me, and that i was on the right path, and he's been there alongside me this whole time. he asked me if i knew who he could be talking about. john is my father's father, who passed from cancer when my dad was in college. for someone with an over-critical mind, which analyzes everything, who knows that john is one of the most common given names, and that this guy might've just been trying to fuck with people in new orleans—i could have written it off as coincidence or a scam. but i felt the presence, i absorbed the message and i accepted the sign.

this summer, a few chapters in on signs, i received a random text message. i'd read that texts and emails are some of the more common signs as electronics/wavelengths are "easily manipulated by energies" (i know, i know, i'm not sure what to think about any of this either) it was vague but opened with, "John, thanks so much for your helpfulness..." it was delivered to my *french* phone at 4:44AM. if you search 444 or 4:44 on the internet (which yeah, i get, lacks all credibility) it returns articles from *most reputable* sources like thought catalog or "trustedpsychicmediums.com" that it is indeed someone, probs an angel, from the other side communicating that you are indeed on your right path and to continue. 

i can't be certain, and believing in this kind of thing (and now talking out loud about it!) makes me feel a bit crazy ðŸ˜¬ but i guess i'd rather believe in the other side offering me a magical wink and hello from my grandmother than think that it was just an electrical issue on the block. laura lynne also says that once you become open to signs and fully receive them, you will see or be sent more. so i'm choosing to believe that i've felt john and joyce around a lot recently, and that my "team of light" is responsible for creating much of the magic i have in my life.

have you experienced any "coincidences" you couldn't shake? anything you believe to have been a sign? maybe something you just cant explain? let's compare spooky notes. 

to being open to receiving signsʉϬ

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