Paranormal–by definition–is all that can\u2019t be explained scientifically. That leaves a tremendous amount of fertile ground for me to cover, she states with a relief born of writer\u2019s panic. If it weren\u2019t for the paranormal, I\u2019d be an extremely dull girl with a supermodel-starved imagination.<\/p>\n
Fortunately, it holds true that all my best thoughts are not of a scientific nature at all, but are more in the realm of magic. My inner Atlas can\u2019t hold the weight of too many numbers on its shoulders, but my inner muse is particularly talented at erecting monuments of wonder with even the smallest of inspiration, as you\u2019ll soon gather.<\/p>\n
I must confess, I\u2019m winging it here every week by allowing years of paranormal experience, my intuition and the universe to guide my discourse. Right before I tapped fingers to keyboard today, I checked in on my Facebook page and viewed a Youtube video about a small little town called Speed<\/em>. No, it\u2019s not home to the Racers: Pops, Speed, and the mysterious Racer X. It\u2019s a beautiful, quaint farm community where everyone knows your name\u2014sorta like Cheers, minus the alcoholics.<\/p>\n In this town in Australia, there is a stretch of highway that runs through it that everyone likes to speed through\u2014causing great danger to the town\u2019s forty-five inhabitants. Yes, I said forty-five. Not enough to fill a rock concert, but their quiet charm echoes loudly\u2014with the added benefit of not causing permanent hearing loss. In such a small town, when even just one resident is injured, the ripple effect on all its citizens is enormous.<\/p>\n One of the town\u2019s elderly sages was asked what message she\u2019d like to deliver to the speeding motorists. Her infinitely wise response was: <\/p>\n \n\u201cTake your foot off the accelerator and put it on the brake.\u201d\n<\/p><\/blockquote>\n What\u2019s this got to do with the paranormal? you may be asking, about now.<\/p>\n Nothing, at least not on the surface. But it\u2019s all about synchronicity, for me. For the past week on TV, Itunes & now on Facebook, I\u2019ve been hit over the head with the message to \u201cTake your foot of the accelerator and put it on the brake.\u201d<\/p>\n To harshly punctuate this lesson, I was running through my house, anxious to be done with the cleaning I so thoroughly despise, when a halogen lamp came crashing down on my head. Startled, but fine, I suddenly found I had the power to move objects with my mind\u2026.Okay, that\u2019s not true. No, this was a lesson to slow down, observe my surroundings and even appreciate all the pretty stuff I own.<\/p>\n Inner transformation can best occur, I\u2019ve been recently told, when one physically slows down and processes the thoughts and feelings that reveal themselves. That\u2019s why depressed people physically move slower. \u201cDepression hurts,\u201d the sappy ad points out, but it also heals what can be a lifetime or even many lifetimes of wounding. Didn\u2019t know I could wax so Deep-ak, did you?<\/p>\n Having my bell rung actually caused me to finally be happy with my astrological sun sign, Taurus\u2014inarguably the most leaden-foot sign of the Zodiac. Though I\u2019m painfully slow to read, rise, and I find I must hear things twice to really absorb their meaning, I now know what my tortoise-shelled friend has always tried to teach me: Slow wins the race. And if this tiny populated, big hearted town in Australia has its way, its new name will carry the same message: SpeedKills<\/em>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Paranormal–by definition–is all that can\u2019t be explained scientifically. That leaves a tremendous amount of fertile ground for me to cover, she states with a relief born of writer\u2019s panic. If it weren\u2019t for the paranormal, I\u2019d be an extremely dull … Continue reading