You don’t have to be a seer or have supernatural powers to understand the rhythms of the Universe or to comprehend the language it speaks. Nor is the occult the only doorway into these mysteries; they are available to anyone who is willing to look with an open mind at what is going on around them. We are guided by omens and signs and sometimes the voice of higher beings, depending on our openness and willingness to receive these blessings.
Paulo Coelho (Author of The Alchemist) refers to omens as “the individual language in which God talks to you. They are this strange, but very individual language that guides you toward your own destiny. They are not logical. They talk to your heart directly. All you have to do is pay attention; lessons always arrive when you are ready, and if you can read the signs, you will learn everything you need to know in order to take the next step.”
Sometimes it is easier to recognize the signs that warn you are on the wrong path. A series of mishaps, unforeseen obstacles, and numerous other roadblocks tell you this is the wrong way, or the wrong time, and to try another route. Yet despite these obvious signs, many will persevere, stubbornly sticking to the “plan” only to realize later when the plan falls apart that it would have been wise to pay more attention to the signs along the way.
Learning the language of the Universe is akin to mastering any new language. In the process of learning, mistakes are bound to be made until finally one day you feel a distinct connection with the voice that guides us. This silent voice of God will lead us to the places where we should be if we pay attention. Eastern philosophers refers to this as “stillness before motion”—knowing when to be still and listen for the voice, and when to take action.
Years ago while on my way to register a business (a matchmaking service), a voice very clearly told me to call this new venture “Soul Match: for singles healthy in body, mind and spirit”. The name was perfect and it attracted the type of clients I wanted to work with. It also provided an income while I got my writing business up and running. A few years later I sold the business to focus on my writing career.
Omens come in many different forms. Last summer on my way to Lily Dale I happened to look up in the sky and see a perfectly formed angel cloud. My niece, who was driving, also saw the angel cloud and I told her this was the image I wanted to capture on the cover of my book Where Angels Gather. Not long after I arrived home from Lily Dale, a friend sent me an image of an angel cloud and I was stunned. The image was close to the one we had seen on our trip! I painted the image and it now appears on the cover of my book.
I think of the lyrics to Frank Sinatra’s song My Way when I fail to listen to the voice that guides me…“Regrets, I have a few”. A good friend of mine left this world a few years ago, a very spiritual person and talented sculptor. Two weeks before his death he had invited me to go cross-country skiing with him on his farm. When the day arrived I called my friend Roland and asked if we could postpone our ski day. He was so accommodating. “Of course,” he replied without even asking for a reason. Two weeks later he died of a massive coronary while visiting his girlfriend.
For some unknown reason, Roland popped into my head last weekend while emptying a Group of Seven box that I use to store special letters and cards. The box originally held four coffee mugs designed with Tom Thompson’s art and I had been trying unsuccessfully for four years to track down the manufacturer to have the mugs replaced because they leaked. After a series of synchronicities, I was given a telephone number that led me to a manager of a store who, after much convincing, agreed to replace the mugs, if I brought the mugs and the original box into her store.
So last Saturday as I emptied the box my thoughts turned to Roland and I felt sad for having missed that last visit with him before his death. At that very moment I came across two pieces of paper, each one containing a poem addressed to me and written and signed by Roland. In them, he expressed his appreciation for our friendship and how much it meant to him. I have no recollection of having seen these poems before, or how they came into my possession, but they couldn’t have arrived at a better time. I read them several times through tears of joy, because to me it was a sign from Roland that our special friendship continues from the other side.
Our loved ones and friends on the other side use various signs to let us know they are thinking about us—a meaningful song played at just the right moment; a flower left on a windowsill; a dove or other species of bird; a phone call; a computer message; flickering lights; a fragrance; or the smell of pipe tobacco—something to catch our attention and make that connection, if only for a moment.
Do you recognize the omens that guide you along your path? Have you received any signs from your loved ones in Spirit?