One night Isadora was dancing around the room with a hula hoop whirling around her waist. She twirled faster and faster… eyes closing to the point where her inner vision was more distinct than the room spinning around her. Yet still, reflections of light bouncing off mirrors captured her attention repeatedly… And persistently. They were TRYING to get her attention. Calling her name… in between notes of the music booming from the speaker across the room.
In a wink, she was instantly transported to the middle of a giant illuminated DISCO BALL. A zillion images rushed toward her in a spark of light, still she was spinning and spinning. The smoke rising up from the bowl of smoldering herbs on her altar obscured her vision. The earthy perfumed scent of those sacred leaves and tiny bits of burning wood delivered her to an ancient time and place…as she repeated the word “Mirrors, mirrors, MIRRORS!”
But the mirrors… there was something to this. She felt here, right now, this was an important message she was receiving. She already understood that every being is a mirror and that which we see and judge in others, is within us. Ahnaha Whitefeather, her beloved elder, had taught her this many moons ago. Yet she sensed now there was so much more to this… a deeper truth being revealed to her. And then she intuited that her understanding was “simply”, an oversimplification. EVERYTHING..people, energy, and events were continually mirroring back to us what we emanate…In each and EVERY moment. The implication of this new awareness affected Isadora immensely. SELF-AWARENESS really is only the beginning.
Messages came this way frequently to Isadora… mysterious glimpses into other dimensions… sometimes a single word or sound, a picture or a number, a phrase that repeatedly shows up…sometimes in different context, further confirming what she intuited. She was in the habit of looking for these clues throughout her surroundings. She found this practice mysterious and exhilarating and certainly a testament of her growing trust.
At first she felt like she was making it all up and just SEEING THINGS that she wanted to see. And then suddenly she recalled her belief that reality is simply whatever she believes it to be. Yes! How could she forget? And then she saw that if this is true, then the validity of the messages whispered to her inside her head were indeed meant for her to interpret accordingly. She trusted. This became truth and then…. ABRACADABRA!*… IT IS SO.
These sorts of cosmic happenings happen quite frequently with Isadora and she relishes these jaunts through portals with a fearless passion. And although she knows she is responsible for the creation of these portals, she is often unaware of WHEN they will happen. Thankfully, her new found ACCEPTANCE of this uncharted territory has made her blissfully free. And at last she understands the importance of embracing the MYSTERY with EYES WIDE OPEN….
*That’s right I went there. Why the hell not…? This IS a story full of magic after all… and besides it actually is an enchanted incantation. The word ABRACADABRA is derived from an Aramaic phrase meaning "I create as I speak."
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