The Nuttier Me

I am idiosyncratic in nature and I like it that way, never having been much of a fan of normality. I can legitimately claim this because back in 1997, I bought one of those self-help books that identified psychological personality-type, and this is what I was informed of, in no uncertain terms. The diagnosis of idiosyncricity suits me quite well, as I have always felt I was a little nutty. In general, I live life through almost a “psychic” way of being, with intuition and feeling governing me beyond that of what other people seem to feel. I don’t fit into any sort of mold of the human condition, as I don’t really have a specific shape like a square or a triangle. I would consider myself to be more of an amoeba really–except that I don’t change form, I pretty much stay a blob of no particular consistency.

As the idiosyncratic nut that I am, I have had several paranormal experiences. For instance, I can sometimes sense the dead. What might seem to others as a good reason for apprehension and fear, the knowledge that I may not always be alone actually gives me peace of mind. Although I have never actually seen a spirit, my other senses of sound, smell, touch, and unconscious thought have all been used at different times to send messages across the various planes of existence. I believe that extra senses beyond the typical five are simply untapped impressions that most human beings possess-after all, other animals have shown evidence of higher functioning and we are all mammals-but maybe the difference is that most people are just not attuned to these particular ways of being because they are not open to the possibility. This is significant because I believe that, like most things, one has to be in the correct frame of mind in order to experience certain things both normal and paranormal. I think the point that I am trying to make here is, if we open up our eyes and expect more than physical sight, it is amazing what we might “see”..

Rock of Ages

I am one of those rare people who actually hates surprises; it drives me crazy waiting for stuff, such as when holidays or my birthday approaches. Whenever I ask my husband what he got me he responds with the same thing every time: A pet rock.

This is ironic because in all actuality, I really do have a pet rock. I don't really think of my rock as a 'pet' exactly, but for all practical purposes it can in fact, be seen as such. When I was taking an online course in Druidry, one of the assignments was to go out in nature and find a rock that would be used for a specific meditation exercise. It was to be of substantial weight in that, the rock should be heavy enough where I would be able to "feel" that it was there during meditation, but not so heavy as to be painful. The idea was that the rock was to be a kind of guide and grounding for the subconscious mind, and by placing the rock in a comfortable place on the abdominal region of the body, it could be felt at all times and so, allow ourselves to go deeper into the total black of the mind without fear of losing our way, because the weight of the rock would be there to call us back.

I really loved this meditation exercise, and practiced it on a regular basis for about a year. I stopped temporarily because we moved and during the moving process, my rock was packed up and stored, and although I thought of my rock periodically, life got busy and I never quite got around to unpacking it. Over the past year I have been dealing with a very stressful situation and a couple of months ago I suddenly remembered my rock, and I realized how much I missed both my guide and my inner consciousness of the exercise, so I unpacked it and began the meditation ritual once again.

Ever since I re-started this practice, I have realized just how much more relaxed I am and how much better life is; it really does just make everything easier. This really goes beyond the ritual, though. What I have realized is that, not only do I enjoy meditating, but just walking by my rock or touching it briefly also produces this almost euphoric relief that travels through me and invigorates my senses, and I can actually feel the "energy" of the rock when it passes into my field of vision. I think this is, essentially, the spirit of the rock communicating with me, and I think this is why having it around and visible just makes my life experience so much better. It also makes me think how much better my months of stress would have been, had I thought to allow my rock guide to re-enter my life when I needed it the most, but I suppose life is about growing and learning. There is no going back, only moving forward..