Happy Christmas!

Tern of the Stamp

When it comes to esoteric and spiritual information, I have a voracious appetite, as my friends will testify. One particular book (in two parts) arrived on my path late last year, packed with everything from sacred geometry to ancient Egyptian mysteries, and delivered in such a way as one does when one has loads to say and can’t get it out quick enough.
I made it through the first book, absorbing what I felt to be of value to me, while making a commitment to finish the series. I’m pretty open-minded, you kind of have to be when casting your net a little further than the eye can see, but even my elasticated limits of esoterica were being stretched to breaking-point by this particular collection of ideas.
I was exasperated!
And I made it known… I slammed shut the second book and addressed the guys behind the curtain in no uncertain terms;

‘give me a break! why am I reading this? what could this possibly bring to my life? what are you trying to tell me? is this about resurrection, or ascension, or what? why are you making me read this? what relevance? i don’t understand!!! aarrrrhhhggggg!’

Needless to say, the book stayed closed for the night and I went to sleep.

My consciousness re-surfaced the following Saturday morning, by dragging my arse to Islington, still half-asleep. It was a beautiful crisp winter’s day, not a cloud in the sky and the air was peaceful and warm. I had some time on my hands and decided to take a wander through the antique market stalls. After my senses received their fix of bric-a-brac colour, I stopped at the edge of a stall selling old stamps, and pondered ‘where to next’?
A lady with a pushchair hailed the stamp man ‘think this may be one of yours!’ she hollered, pointing to my feet, then whizzing off like Michael Schumacher. I looked down to see a stamp not more than my own shoe size away, and nodded at the stamp man to confirm that, yes, there was definitely something stamp-like on the ground. Stamp man shuffled over as I reached down to pick it up, and it was in this magical moment of handing over the renegade bit of postage that my brain engaged with the image, and realization struck like love at first sight; here was an image of a white bird soaring above the ocean, and the word Ascension, written below it.
‘That’s a beautiful stamp’, I said, ‘very beautiful actually’, as my brain caught up with the significance of the moment, my jaw moving up and down like some out-of-control puppet. If it were a cartoon, I’d be rubbing my eyes with wonder. Stamp man handed the paper-flake back to me, ‘keep it… it’s yours, Happy Christmas!’

Punch-drunk, I walked to S&M for breakfast, clutching this little miracle in my hand, my whole world of knowledge, belief and perception having been turned over in the most magnificent way.

Of all the creatures we share our world with, the bird holds special significance for me because it represents freedom, particularly spiritual, as does the ocean. The bird on the stamp is a Fairy Tern, or manu-o-Ku (Honolulu), Hawaii’s official bird since 2007. The significance of this part of the world will not go unnoticed to those who share an affinity for the legends of Lemuria.
Make of it what you will, luck, coincidence, right place right time, synchronicity, fairies, angels, ancestors, spirit guides, or Great Spirit, our labels are of little consequence. The only thing that matters is whether we are prepared to be open-minded enough to consider other possibilities that extend beyond our human senses, possibilities that stretch us to consider that perhaps we are more than we know.

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