Do you read many books?

I try. Honest, I do!

You don’t need me to tell you this, but there are so many great books out there and tons more launching every month. And this is not a new trend. What’s new is the digital books that are easy to carry around to read at any time. And while I’ll admit that I’ve been doing a lot of my book reading digitally– which also includes audio listening — I genuinely believe that printed books will be here for a long time to come.

How long, I cannot say. But perhaps as long as there’s someone who loves the smell of books. And after that, people will probably need to visit museums to find out what ‘books’ used to look like. A sad prospect.

Anyway, I love books. Always have. Always will. But more times than not, I find myself rereading books I’ve already read. And it’s not for lack; it’s just that once a book speaks to me, I go into a covenant with it. I like to revisit it, like I would a friend, time and time again.

Many times I use books as counsel when confronted with tough questions or weird occurrences.

“Hmm,” I’d go, “I wonder what Author Tolle would think about that… or, how would Dr. Wayne explain that one… or my Sister Marianne Williamson, what are her thoughts on that… or, the Bible.”

I seek books out for answers. They’re my friends. And you know what, almost all the time, this practice placates me, and I feel loved back – by the spirits of the authors of my precious books.

How I do it

You know how you kind of know which friend is best suited to help out with specific situations, like if you have a tech-savvy friend, you’d ask that person for advice on technology, right? Well, likewise, I’d decide which book-friend to approach, remove it from its pedestal, open to a page indiscriminately – yes, any page – and boom, I’d get my answer. Just like that!

If you’ve never done this, I’m telling you, you’re limiting the book’s purpose. Those things are not made just to display. No, Mam!

Listen to Weird

So, let me tell you about my latest, er, concern. For a little over two weeks, I’ve had this recurring incident disturbing my sleep. And it goes like this: my eyes shoot open, my body – which doesn’t feel like my body – rises and plants me into a sitting position on my bed.

My eyes then fall on the digital clock I have on the corner of my room.
And the time on that clock, every morning is four-fifteen!
Yes!

How weird, you think. Yep, my feelings, exactly!

So then this morning, after two weeks of the same, I decided to ask Marianne, author of ‘A Woman’s Worth,’ what she thought about that…

And you know what she told me?

You won’t believe this!

• That the same thing happened to her!!
• And this is not fiction, my friends. This is happening, and I believe Marianne when she tells me it happened to her.

Through her, I learned that in days of yore, 4:15 was considered the witching hour.

“How perfect, that seemed to me.
We would all awaken
at the same time
and join with one another,
and worship,
and know.”
– Marianne Williamson

What a perfect coincidence is what I’ve come to think.
Yes, it makes perfect sense.
That witching hour is karma.
What precision.
What joy.

Up until this morning, I was clueless as to what and why this was happening.

“Ah, not again,” I sighed every morning. And plopped me back down and continued sleeping for another two hours.

I will not force it, but tomorrow, I will do my best to stay awake if it happens again.
And do what?
Well, I don’t know.
Report me as present.
Try to align my thoughts with ‘the others’ out there.
Try to listen.
Be Mindful?
I’ll see where it leads.

What would YOU do?

. . .

I was a bit scared it was happening, but now that I know, the fear is gone. I’m glad to have solved the mystery.
I will embrace this, join my energy with the rhythm of the Universe, and say a heartfelt prayer for all our brothers and sisters.
If it’s happening to you, let’s meet in that realm. Come.

Join me there?

Photo credits: Image by Artie_Navarre from Pixabay

THANKS FOR READING.
I Wish You Miracles.