Mar 18 2009
Beyond Our Senses
We are so caught up by the reality surrounding us–the dirty dishes, the traffic, the drippy-nosed kids, the chores–that we come to notice little else. Even with the good things–the best TV show ever (Lord only knows what all of you think that is), our spouses, those same drippy-nosed kids when their noses aren’t drippy–we notice little more than the physical. Yet I sense, most days, that far more is around us than meets the eye (or the nose, or the tongue). We are surrounded by the invisible something.
Religion speaks to this to some extent, but they go too far with it, in my opinion. When someone of mere Muggle means purports to know what the invisible something is, and denies the possibility of anything else invisible existing alongside (or instead), then he goes to far. And churches have expended far too much energy irritating each other (or worse) because some other church believes something a bit different.
I cannot know what the something is. I am neither sensitive enough to it, nor clairvoyant enough to read it. But I appreciate when others can, and I am fortunate to have others in my life with just those gifts. Take my sister, for instance, who just started a blog where you can pretty much ask her ANYTHING. Not only does she know a ton of stuff, she’s also a fabulous Tarot card reader.
That doesn’t mean she knows exactly what’s out there, what’s between our reality and our perception. Her gift, though, reminds me that the unseen is there, shaping our world more than we give it credit, guiding us more than we wish to believe it does…
She is by no means the only sign I have that something else exists. All I need do is look outside on any day, or feel the breeze blow around me, or sense something behind me, something I cannot see no matter how hard I look, to know that I am not alone.
What signs have you seen? How sensitive are you? Think deep.
I know what I know. I can usually tell when someone’s lying to me, even if THEY don’t know it. Things that aren’t right just leap out at me, from a written page, from the spoken word.
I don’t know if that’s a gift.
I do believe there are all kinds of magic in this world, that some of us are better tapped into them than others, but no religion or school of thought corners the market. I do believe that few things are set in stone and that we do ourselves a great deal more harm ignoring our inner voices than listening, even if we do not follow their directions.
I have seen things I can’t explain with science. That I don’t discount them out of hand does not mean I’m not a scientist, just that I’m too much of a scientist to discard reality even when I can’t explain it.
Loved this post.