Am I the only one who has these seminal moments, when I wake up wherever I am and “get” something that was staring me in the face the whole time, such that I become consciously aware that it’s a meaningful thing to me? The Universe seems to present me with these moments as a way of tugging on my sleeve. Hey! Pay attention!
When I attended the Mind Body Spirit Festival, organized by Alice King and Cheryl Bean-Moody, the first time, it had been a long time since I’d attended a “psychic fair,” long ago and far away in Cambridge, MA. That long-ago psychic fair had left a kind of off taste in my memory. I’d received a warning about something I thought was bull, and I’d felt surrounded by folks who seemed more interested in passing themselves off as special and weird than in being of service and making a human connection. (Or maybe that was me. It was decades ago, and there is a theory that it’s all a projection. But let’s just say.)