Do you believe in Magic and Angels? I wholeheartedly do, and I have just popped on here today to tell you a little story. A story to share with you a little bit of magic. I believe we all have Guardian Angels, and we can ask Angels for help at any time. I used to do a lot of work regarding the Angelic Realm. In the past I have practiced Reiki, even completing my Reiki Masters, enabling me to teach it one day if I wish. It’s strange though, some days it’s as if I forget the magic exists. I never stop believing but I do stop noticing. It usually the days where I spend too long on my phone, getting caught up in things that don’t really matter, not having moments to just be.
The last couple of weeks I have been making a conscious decision to spend much less time on my phone, social media etc and focus within. More meditation, spending more time outdoors, not taking pictures all the time, which I do love, but sometime I just need to completely enjoy the moment. It makes such a difference for me. It opens up whole new worlds. This may be a bit Woo for some, but I truly believe it raises my vibrations to attract more magic, this is when coincidences or ‘synchronicities’ begin to happen.
Synchronicity) is a concept, first introduced by analytical psychologist Carl Jung, which holds that events are “meaningful coincidences” if they occur with no causal relationship yet seem to be meaningfully related.
I have had my fair share of experiences that confirm it for me (I’ll write about the others another time). You know what though, I believe the experiences that I have had could go by unnoticed by another person, written off, ignored even.
Anyway, back to my little story…
Monday, once again arrived too quick. After a weekend of not much at all, which are in my opinion, sometimes the best kind.
We fixed some bits up on our van, tended the veg plot, I knitted, Dan watched football, Ollie stayed at nana and grandads for the weekend, Arthur happy in his own company, created make believe worlds in the garden, in fact he does this everywhere, the weekend was simple, I loved it.
Back to the Monday.
I woke feeling restless. Bored even. This kind of mental state is a recipe for disaster for me. I decided today needed to be a slow day for us (still just me and Arthur today). Days like these, a little while ago, I may have headed into town and spent money to make myself feel better. Nothing major, but still, it would be things I didn’t need, and the whole act of going into town, would depress me. Mass consumerism and homelessness all in the same stretch of street does that to me.
Today I needed to walk. I knew fresh air and nature would wash away whatever I had been feeling.
Arthur must have read my mind, as he asked if we could go to the park. Perfect Plan. Even better we would walk there.
Off to the park we went. It’s a long walk over some lovely fields. I was still carrying this weird feeling with me. I can’t even describe it. Just generally crappy. Unworthy. Anxious. The feeling I should be doing something more, not knowing what more is.
I love this view so much, over the fields near where we live:
Arthur fell asleep on the way, just like I hoped he would. A white floating feather caught my eye. Softly floating down from the sky, so slowly I stopped to watch as it gently landed on the floor, I smiled, thinking that it might be a sign from my Angels, letting me know they are here, when my thoughts were interrupted by a soft voice.
“Look at us here, you with your baby, me with my dog, that was me all those years ago with my babies. Now they are all grown up”.
I turned to see a slight old man, walking his dog. I’ll be honest here, and probably sound awful, but my first thought was For Fucks Sake, I know, I’m terrible, but I felt annoyed at the interruption, this was my time to think, but he persisted, taking about how his kids were all grown up now, I softened, sensed a sadness around him.
My wife died 10 months ago and I am lost without her. My heart broke in two right there. He went on to tell me all about Denise. How they didn’t have much, but he wouldn’t change it for the world.
The path split into two, he asked if he was okay to keep walking with me, of course he was. Long gone was my annoyance.
54 years, he told me, and he wouldn’t change a thing. He told me how all his worries about trivial things went, disappeared, the moment she got sick. Nothing else mattered, apart for the memories, and their Love. We talked some more, about all the houses being built and all the wildlife disappearing, about his grandkids, his little dog, the big old house he lives in, all alone now, that they bought for £7000 all those years ago.
Another fork in the path, this is where we would part. We exchanged names and we said goodbye. He pulled me in for a hug with tears in his eyes and told me it had been lovely to meet me. I thanked him for sharing his story.
We parted ways, and God, did I cry! I pulled my phone out of my pocket, knowing what I would see, 11.11. A sign from the Angels. It always is for me. It arrives when I am in sync with the flow of the universe, when the Angels need to get my attention, a sign to check my thoughts.
It came just as I needed it. This is all we are really here for isn’t it. It truly is the little things, but also the huge things, love, moments, memories.
An Angelic intervention? Maybe, a beautiful Synchronicity? Definitely. From his point of view, maybe I walked across his path today just as he needed it, who knows, but I am so thankful for the gentle reminder he left me with today. He won’t know how much it meant to me.
A little reminder, to slow down or we might miss the magic, the signs….
Off we went to the park, I only took the one picture there, I didn’t even notice it at the time, a quick snap of the woods, but look what I captured!
I was a little hesitant to post this, I’m not sure why, but usually these (the hesitant ones) are the posts that people resonate with most, so I hope you enjoyed it.
Thank you for reading my little story.