Meeting the Mystical

Post by Jo Anna Rothman.


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Meeting the Mystical

9 or so years ago I lived in a cute little apartment in Van Nuys, CA. My bedroom window butted up against a house that was home to a large family. I was used to hearing them laugh, splash in the pool and run around in general chaos. So when I began to hear to the music, it never occurred to me that it could be anything else than one of the kiddos learning to play the recorder.

I don’t remember when it started, as it was so unremarkable. I became aware, in those precious minutes between waking and actually getting up, of the sound of a wooden flute. It played low but distinctly. The song was always similar. Months and months went by and the music played on. I remember thinking how dedicated the child must have been…I hated learning recorder. There were mornings when I groaned at having to hear the neighbor’s noise before 7 am. But mostly, I just listened for a moment before proceeding with my day.

Those were interesting days for me. I was in graduate school, transforming my being, excavating my soul. I was up and down and all around. I was figuring out lots…letting go of even more and crafting what would become this amazing life I get to live today. But back then, it was kind of topsy turvy. Those moments in the morning, were a time when things flowed smoothly. I loved the sweet, stillness that the music brought. Eventually, of course, the alarm would ring or I would have to pee. I would pop out of bed and life would begin again.

When I moved, I forgot about my morning serenade. After about a week of living in my new place, I woke up slowly and enjoyed the stillness for a moment. Before I even realized what was going on, I heard the flute play. Just as soft. Just as sweet. Just as familiar. My eyes popped open. I was miles away from my old place. Yet, the sound was exactly the same. I suddenly realized that I couldn’t locate the source. It was coming from no where in particular…just as it had done when I lived in Van Nuys. In that moment, I knew this had never been just a bit of noise. This was a connection to the divine.

The Universe reaches out to us all the time. Sometimes in ordinary ways that bolster us along. And sometimes in ways that defy explanation…in ways that are downright mystical. During that time, I had a strong intention to connect with spirit. To know the divine in my own life. I looked for it and, of course, it took me a while to see it when it showed up. I find, more often than not, when the divine speaks, the message is not specific towards my plans and goals. It is simply a reminder of the connection that exists. Of the love that flows through us. Of the grandness that is truth of it all.

The Universe is speaking to you. Every moment. Every day. Letting you know that you are on purpose. That you are loved. Are you listening? Are you willing to suspend your disbelief in what is possible and see what is actually occurring? Can you put away your agenda as to what you want your message and sign to be? Can you just be with mystical wonder and receive the gift as it comes?

The music stayed in my life for a few more months. It faded away without my really noticing, until, of course one day I did. I worried for a moment that I had done something wrong…that my lack of focus, dedication and attention to the music made it go away. But then I just figured that perhaps I had gotten what needed out of that message and let it go.

Thankfully, the Universe wasn’t done with me. Slowly, I started to realize that feathers were showing up everywhere I went. For what amounted to almost 3 years, a feather showed up in my life every day. I didn’t look for them. They would just show up on my path. Each one reminded my of my divine nature and my connection to all that is. They guided me through challenges and stretches. Each one was special. They have mostly faded from my life…I see them here and there. But just last week, I woke up to hear the soft and sweet music of a wooden flute. I lay in bed listening in awe and gratitude…reminded once again how loved we all really are.

Jo Anna Rothman, MA is an intuitive coach and facilitator of The Receiving Project. She revels in assisting people in falling in love with their lives. She is committed to living a life full of pleasure, purpose and enthusiasm. And perhaps most important, she knows the secret to the perfect s’more.

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