In the past year, I have continued to grow into psychic mediumship and have received all three levels of Reiki attunement. I have been working on a book that chronicles my adventures–but I would like to share some of them with you here as well.
I barely started this blog before switching to a private diary in 2013, but this year, for the first time, I will be actively opening the blog entries to my friends and followers in social media.
For my first entry in a year, I want to share a few thoughts about waves.
I write about waves in my current book, but more importantly, when I used Pandora today to drum up some ideas, (asking Spirit through Pandora) the song that came up was a song titled “Waves.” It seems rather clear that I should write then, as I do every day, about waves.
The lyrics read like a person drowning:
I’m slowly drifting away
Wave after wave
And it feels like I’m drowning
Pulling against the stream
Followed by a song by Joy Division titled Heart and Soul:
Existence well what does it matter?
I exist on the best terms I can.
The past is now part of my future,
The present is well out of hand.
These songs, though unrelated, came together for me in this way to elucidate a concept I have been thinking about often. At their core, these are songs about time. In the first, the singer struggles against the tide, fighting it but being carried by its relentless undertow anyway, “wave after wave,” “slowly drifting away.”
The second song speaks directly to the first, though they were not written together or intended by the artists to be juxtaposed. In the second selection, the subject seems to respond to the struggle of the first selection with an “oh well, what does it all matter?” To exist on the best terms that you can is to both struggle against the tide and be swept away by it. And in a moving river is the place where the past is now part of the future/the present is well out of hand–in a swirling undertow, waves coming from behind are meeting waves coming from ahead, and all of time as represented by the waves is one endlessly repeating cycle.
Time as a wave repeating in a circle–this is what I am thinking about at present, as the present slips away and the future rolls in to take its place, because after all, nature abhors a vacuum. Nature will fill in the empty spaces–as one wave rolls out, another one rolls in to take its place, with change being the only true constant we will ever know on Earth.
