The Mystical and the Mundane

I know there will be those reading this who will not believe me.

But I’m not writing it for them and I have reached a point where I don’t give a shit if they believe me or not. Everything in this post is true, as I have lived it.

I’m just kinda done pretending that I don’t have certain abilities, that I don’t see and feel certain things, that I don’t REGULARLY experience things that this society totally ignores.

These experiences make up a huge part of who I am, and I’m done rejecting parts of myself to make society comfortable.

So here’s where the mystical and the mundane meet in my world.

I’ve always been sensitive and have believed the world was a bit more magickal than the rest of society wants us to think.

For years I’ve had sort of predictive dreams that would come true – they are never about anything particularly important, like what the winning lottery numbers would be or about plane crashes; they are more like snapshots of moments that are coming in my future. I might, for example, dream of a gathering, a party, an interpersonal interaction that would take place in the future, and then it would happen anywhere from 3 weeks to 3 months later. Sometimes I dream of receiving a gift several weeks before receiving it. My mother has these dreams, too, and she said her mother had intuitive abilities. This is usually how psychic gifts are handed down – through the maternal line.

My mother’s confided to me that my maternal grandmother was highly intuitive – sometimes out of nowhere she would know that she just needed to call someone, and when she called them she was right – something was going on. Spidey sense. Intuition. Sixth sense. Third Eye. Whatever you want to call it, we got it.

Then, about a year ago when I went to New Orleans for a part-birthday, part-Halloween celebration with my best friend, her husband, and my parents, I had my first true run-in with the paranormal. My hotel room was haunted. I had several interactions with the spirit in the room, ones that could not be explained by any scientific or rational means.

These kinds of spirit-encounters increased in frequency after New Orleans, and I routinely have experiences that Western science and so-called rational minded people can’t explain.

Metaphysics just makes sense to me. Seeing the world in terms of energy just makes sense to me. I just “get it.” It’s as natural as breathing for me – it often makes more sense to me than the mundane, the practical, the so-called “rational.”

I will say, though, that because the prevailing attitudes of the society in which I live totally discount the mystical – to the point of openly deriding and insulting it - it’s hard for me to reconcile my inner life with my outer life. I can’t just walk up to someone on the street and talk about auras, or paranormal activity in my bedroom at night. I’d get the big, wide-open, hairy fish-eye if I did that and I’m sure someone would try to get me involuntarily committed to a mental health institution for observation.

I’m not crazy.

And I’m not a liar.

I just experience the world in a different way and on several different planes.

My dreams tell me loads about what’s going on in my life and give me hints as to what’s coming up. My dreams also provide me a conduit to visit people from my life who have shed their mortal bodies and become simple soul-energy once again. I’ve had visions. My bed vibrates – and not in the soft-porn-sleazy-hotel kind of way. I can tell when I am with my closest loved ones because their energies FEEL as individual to me as their physical bodies look on the outside.

But I still have to drive to work. Pay bills. Do dishes. I still have to talk to people about regularly-scheduled life stuff like groceries and politics. I have to be able to function in the society that the non-mystics have created for us.

Sometimes it makes me very sad, because as a collective we are willfully crushing some of our most precious gifts. We reject these beautiful parts of ourselves – parts that could make all our lives richer, more ethical, more loving.

For my part, I have been and will continue to open up to the magick in the world, will continue to open up to my special abilities. They’re gifts from God the same as any other.

They’re not evil.

They’re not nonsense.

They’re part of being human.

I want to feel everything about being human.