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Feathers From Heaven
A Psychic Exercise
And An Excerpt
from the Psychic Diary of Derek Calibre
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Greetings!
It's been a while since
my last diary entry. I've had many psychic moments worthy of writing
about, but haven't made time to type them out. When I'm not doing psychic readings my passion for acting competes with my desire to write. But today I felt compelled to share a story, and as soon as I set about to type it out, something magic happened.
It's around 11am on a mediocre weekday as I type.
The atmosphere of my Manhattan apartment is oddly still. I can feel the world,
beyond my little courtyard, grinding along. I have the
impression of being in a bubble.
As I place my fingers on my computer's keys, I look up at the three trees growing outside my window and thank God for the view.
On
cue, from somewhere skyward, a single white feather innocently falls,
in classic zig-zag fashion. It makes its descent discreetly enough, yet with an undeniable style, I would even say flashiness. It might well have come from one of those
Broadway showgirls down the street.
Definitely trying to get my
attention. The timing's too perfect- the stillness, the fact that I had
just raised my eyes. And then there is, of course, that I just sat down to write
of the magic of a falling feather...
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Signs are symbols in action. They offer quiet, yet
deliberate confirmation of our thoughts and activities. And they nudge us
to ask questions.
I haven't particularly been feeling my guide of late. And now that I think about it, I have been asking, "Are you there?" In the language of
guides, this falling feather was a wink.
Within the month, the trees outside my
window will change color; one to red, one to orange, and one to yellow.
It's a spectacular show! In autumn our surroundings change so
dramatically. We get the sense time is passing a little
faster than usual. Bright changes are in store for us. Welcome change!
It's exciting to watch!
In
the news, of course, there is disaster, unemployment and depression
galore. Take care where you tune your antennae. Frenzied dread has a
fearful effect on the psyche.
I read somewhere recently that Mars is in Scorpio. This was authoritatively declared to mean that unless we all "woke up" we were in for a time for
grief, loss and emotional havoc. But beware the fear-mongers! All
oracles are interpretable. Mars in Scorpio is as well a time to be in
command of your passion; a time conducive to manifesting one of your
life's masterworks!
So much is in our frame of mind. In
pursuing my psychic ability, I have become aware that I have a
responsibility to stay positive if I am to truly make a difference in
helping to create a better world, for reality starts with the
imagination. And we are free to imagine all kinds of things!
In my readings, I am continually asking, "What SHALL I see? What is the optimistic (yet pragmatic) view? Where is the opportunity here?"
Signs, like my falling feather, have a way of saying, "right here, right now." To receive a wink from your spirit
guide, simply make yourself receptive to it. Then be on the lookout for remarkable incidents- coincidences of a certain charm.
Notice that they contain three qualities, each of which adds to an
overall sense of magic. These qualities are Timing, Unlikeliness, and
Symbolic Relevance.
A week ago, standing at the intersection of
81st and Amsterdam, a feather approached me from off to my right, like
Glinda, the Good Witch of the North. In fact, now that I think of it,
the direction to my right WAS north! I wouldn't have spent time on this
feather, except that it seemed to so purposefully spiral around me and
definitively land at my feet.
It was the spiraling motion that
stirred my memory. Something about it seemed vaguely familiar. Oh! Yes!
My dream. The night before, I was sliding down a spiral
shaped fire-pole.
The spiral is a universal symbol of change
and evolution. You can see it in dna, hurricanes and galaxies. After my
dream, this feather's spiraling action felt too coordinated, too
symbolically interesting to not have some intelligent backing behind
it. I was reminded of the psychic exercise of finding a blue feather
described in a book called Illusions, by Richard Bach. Basically, you
think of a blue feather and one comes to you.
When a symbol
plays for you, take note of where you're going. Signs sometimes suggest there is magic afoot at your destination. "Glinda's feather" came while I was on my way to a
rehearsal for a scene I was to perform at Columbia University for a
class of MFA directors. I took it as a sign: In my pursuit of acting, I'm on the right path!
A day
later, after the actual performance at Columbia, I stepped into the 116th street station
and walked to the end of the platform. For the middle of the day, the place was eerily quiet. Only one
other commuter stood across the tracks. The clicking and clapping of my shoes echoed throughout the hall.
The track bed, pillars and ceiling of this station are black. They frame
white and blue walls. I stood there for a moment listening to the sweet
white noise of the street traffic above. A bright sunbeam broke through a grill in the street. The dust in it sparkled. The sunbeam was tinged blue for some reason. The grill? Or the blue tiles? I don't know, but it was like some Hollywood designer came in and did the lighting!
I whistled two notes just to hear the acoustics then
stood there with my thoughts, which were reviews of my performance.
Not bad. We rushed it. I tripped over that one line, and felt disconnected briefly at the table. Alas, an actor
is rarely satisfied. I love acting though. I hope it leads
somewhere.
Just then, from the grill in the street, a feather gently fell through the middle of the sunbeam! It shined like metal in that beam of light. And I'll be damned if it didn't appear blue!
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