Maybe one day, whistling sailors really will send wind to sails that luff in the duldrums of flat seas. Perhaps, Zen masters will teach us how to draw energy from the skies. Someday, there may be healers who can speak words softly into the ears of those suffering (cast a spell, as it were) and relieve their pain . . .
100 years ago, doing that would have bought me a date with a hangman or a burning stake. I would have been tried as a witch and killed for it. Today, doing that makes me a good employee
“There’s a lunar eclipse happening this season. What does it mean?”
I’m asked that a lot.
In truth, I don’t know…but like the astronomers and wizards of old, I’m willing to find out. Something magical awaits in the stars, like a puzzle, waiting to be put together and understood.
Have you ever been somewhere and felt that twinge of familiarity–as if you’ve been there before? You recognize the moment or landscape or aroma…or even something that was said. It’s as if you’ve already lived that moment and are repeating it again, for some reason.
Many brush off those rare Deja vu moments of life. But for those who stop and listen, Deja vu is real.