Weekly Zephyr #130: Look Behind Me

I had a hard time guessing my assignment today, what to write you.

Quiet is difficult to interpret.

Without going into how I figured it out, I figured out that I’m not supposed to write you. You’re receiving this newsletter and I’m the agent that made this happen but my own words aren’t the point.

Here’s the assignment.

Please imagine that behind me, behind these letters, is someone of yours. Someone who’s not in a body. A recently lost loved one? A loved one who’s been gone for a while now? An ancestor? A none-of-the-above and maybe-not-a-person-exactly?

Interpreting quiet is challenging, I’ll say it again. I’m saying it again because you have to do it now. Somebody is here to see *you*.

What a relief that I don’t have to guess all of your messages and relay them.

Some of the problems that might come up for you:

*Feeling dumb, sitting there listening to what seems like nothing

*Getting impatient with sitting there feeling dumb

*Being sure that whatever you imagine might be happening is wrong

*Thinking imagination is stupid and unconnected to secret messages

*Thinking there aren’t any secret messages, duh, you’re alone

*Thinking that if you’re in a room by yourself, you’re alone

*Thinking that nobody would care about you enough to come see you and try to give you a secret message even if somebody could do that

Things that might help:

*A message doesn’t have to be a group of words

*You’re not alone, you’re just not. You’re not. I’m allowed to be 100% certain about things I have no way of being certain about and I’m exercising that right right now.

*Imagining the most lovable person you can conjure, who maybe is worried or down or worse, and how you would want that person to know good things, because amongst life among this vast sparkling universe there are constant gobfuls of things that are wonderful or useful to know and remember that apply to that person, and if you yourself could travel to that person’s side and remind them of one or two, wouldn’t you? If you could travel for free, instantaneously? Come on. You would go.

*Are you less lovable than the most lovable person you can conjure? Are there, what, five lovable and deserving people who ever lived and you’re not one of them? Someone from the spirit world is at least here to bonk you on the head if you believe that.

The assignment is you are not alone.

The assignment is relaxed and persistent curiosity into a blob of quiet.

The assignment is that around you in all the blobs of quiet are doorways through which somebody good could arrive for a little visit because they love you and/or think you’re important. You’re not obligated to open the doors but if you get a good feeling behind one, you could.

I’ll get out of the way now.