From time to time in the past I have set up booths in new age events, to offer dream interpretations and spirit affirmations to those hungry for such stuff. I use the language of the culture, which I am much more comfortable with than christian-ease, so when this last event rolled around I was looking forward to it.
It is always good to get to know the vendors around you to add to the positive energy flow of Love.
This year I had Stevie, she does necromancy, on my left, and Jeff, he does spiritual readings from the wrong tree, on my right.
The gal across and down, did toe readings, the gal up from her drew pictures of spiritual beings around me trying to connect with me, and the one directly across did inner healing of life hurts through channeling. They were all nice. So who would come?
That first night, almost no one did.
It was dead for us all.
Lots of time for us to talk. Stevie and I really hit it off, although she was a little annoyed that she couldn’t pin down what I do, or how Creator energy is different than Reiki. I told her I do whatever the person in front of me needs….and she kept saying- but what is your specialty….she wanted to form a link.
I went home and that night before I slept she came to me and tried to put a nice little man made wall between our booths with a window where we could connect between clients. I realized I had not been staying within my 6 by 10 slot spiritually and she was asking for boundaries.
Hers was not okay though. So I pushed it up and out of the way and set in its place a light barrier. It was alive and from the Lord.
The next morning as I awoke, the Lord spoke quite clearly- he has called me to feed his sheep. hmm. I was not sure what that meant for the day. Ah well. I went in and wondered if Stevie would acknowledge our exchange. No Stevie.
An hour and a half later she came in. She looked at me and smiles. She pointed to the space between us. I got it, she said. Light. She outlined our barrier and said it again. Light. Right. I smiled and agreed. And still, it was very slow. Her, and the guy on the other side of me, began getting a slow trickle but none came for me.
Then a guy came through and asked if he could sit. Sure, why not. He began to talk. It turns out he was a pastor. he had been a priest in Michigan but gotten ejected by his bishop for starting and interdenominational faith day. Now he works in the inner city. With the poor. And as he described his work I saw the generational component he was up against. I talked to him out of Hebrews 7 and explained what I had found. We spoke for about an hour. And he left.
Stevie came over and said, what were you doing? The energy changed and started going up and down like a sin wave. Who was that guy? I said a pastor. She said, oh, and looked at me again.
And I realized I am not going to be able to stay within a 6 by 10 slot anymore. My spirit has grown. It reaches beyond that.
I did not go back the next day.
In the middle of moving, my family was appreciative that I stayed home and worked.
I am not sure if I can do that venue again.
I did come away with a mandate that seems more geared towards the kids that know their dad.
And so I grow.