Past lives, ascending souls – clans, kin, tribes, mates and guides, whatever we like to call them. They seem to be rising, well, that seems to be the best explanation for what I have been experiencing lately. As a believer in reincarnation and karma, it’s hard for me not to believe that those we have had connections with in the past, present themselves in this one.
Soul mates, sisters and brothers, we tend to use these terms a lot, but what do they mean and how do we know? Well, we don’t. It’s a feeling we get when vibing with another person, someone we seem to know at a deeper level. For those of us who get this sensation (and not just from a Peppermint Patty), it’s easy to believe in soul tribes. We don’t have to know a person to sense them, in fact, we may never know them, but we recognize their existence.
What happens when souls recognize each other, yet living different lives? How do we make sense of the fact we may never know or meet someone for whom we feel a strong attachment? It’s strange, it’s weird and deeply unsettling. The most effective way I have learned to deal, was to take that attachment as the form of muse and use them for inspiration as characters in books.
When I was writing Time of Useful Consciousness, I used real-life celebrity muses. My main muse character revolted. Yes, I had a character revolt in my story. She wanted me to tell another story. So, I followed her through my book A Soul to Shine which told the story of a celebrity actress going through an existential funk. After the book was finished, I read this actress admitted publicly about going through a funk. She was struggling to find herself in celebrity life. In the oddity of the world, I seemingly connected to this actress and what she was going through privately. Although this sounds surreal, it’s not. It’s called human connectivity with douses of compassion, empathy and awareness. We are all connected in ways other than proximity, so when soulmates arise, they are immediately detectable. I’m not saying this actress is a soul sister, only that on some level, I was able to connect with what she was going through.
But back to soulmates, soul sisters and soul brothers, I once visited a psychic who told me I was a matriarch of a Celtic clan. Jokingly, I like to refer to myself as the reincarnation of Boudica, but who knows. It’s just something I like to amuse myself with. Over the past couple years, I have experienced this strange connection with certain men, all seemingly with the same characteristics. I am drawn to them not merely due to their physical attributes, but psychic. Yes, I warned readers this would be weird. I am letting my freak fly with this blog. Don’t judge me.
The question I am asking myself is why? Why can’t I have a normal boyfriend? (JK) Instead it seems I am amassing a spiritual tribe of warriors set to fight with me in my battle. Ah, I sense an idea for another book emerging. A bunch of psychic, spiritual warriors ascending from the Iceni tribe, but instead of battling Romans we are taking on the modern world, this time we have dropped our swords and armed ourselves with sage sticks, crystal wands. Instead of drinking the blood from the skulls of our slain enemies, we are drinking cacao with cinnamon and a dash of cayenne and our weapon of choice – hugs. A hug for everyone! Yes, as the Iceni tried to fight back the Romans for their freedom, today we are still champions of peace and freedom. I am going to call us, SuperJenius and the Soul Brothers.
So, what does this mean for us in our normal human existence? What am I to take away from my spiritual warrior tribe in real life?
Guidance for one. Their actions and their words empower and inspire us. When I feel low and lost some stranger seems to hold the key lift me from my funk. How is that possible? How can a stranger know better than a close friend or family member? Because the answers to our complex, human problems are more deeply rooted than we realize and the only way to truly see is through the light of a similar soul and sometimes it is these souls who awaken us from our slumber. We burst awake upon first sight.
The most transformative times in my life were those when I was shaken loose from my chains by someone I don’t know. Seriously, weird. I know, but true. I wouldn’t be able to speak to it if I haven’t experienced it.
We are all here on a similar mission. We know our tribe because they are speaking to us in a way we understand. They are forging a path for us to follow. We may not be walking with them; however, they are clearing all the same.
The notion that while sometimes I feel so alone, I am not. We live with these dreaded feelings. No one understands us. There is no one out there like us. When the tribe arrives, it is a sign of security. At times when we are physically alone, we know somewhere, out there in this crazy world, there is someone like me, some weird person not afraid to let their freak fly.