Look at the highlighted oval above. Inside it is a friendly face with a solid smile and a blooming third eye. Honestly, I never noticed it before. For 12 years, this 40″ canvas sat on one wall or another in my house, landing finally in a stairwell. I call him Grandfather, because it feels like a strong male and he’s been around from the beginning. He watches over me. Whenever I walk by him, I feel a pulling sensation – like he’s saying Hello – and I briefly say hello back on my way to wherever.
But recently, I stopped when I caught that vibe and stood in front of him, staring. “What?” I asked. That’s when I saw the face. Took a minute to fully form. I couldn’t tell if I was staring at myself or a guide. Or if my recently deceased Mother was projecting through it to reach me. But what I did see pretty quickly was the face immediately to the right. These faces shared an eye. Then I saw another, and another and another. A circle of 18 identical, overlapping, mirrored faces. It was one of those moments, you know, the whoa-wow feeling of discovering something sacred and new that’s been hiding in front of you forever, and all at once understanding something so deep you’re freed from this reality for a time.
If I had to assign language to claircognizance, which is nearly impossible to do accurately, I’d simplify the message to this: “Hey, listen, we know you have all these thoughts in your head and feelings flying around, but you should know, they’re all trying to help you, to tell you something about yourself and Spirit. Everything you’re experiencing is a reflection of some part of you that wants to be seen, heard, understood and loved.” “Well,” I’d reply, “sometimes I can’t see clearly right away, and life feels more like a house of mirrors than a temple.” “That’s it exactly,” they’d say. And I’d be on my way.
