I'm very sorry to do this at the very last minute, but I must cancel today's live call. I was trying to power through some health related issues today, but I'm a little too out of it to make it. My apologies, everyone! Have a blessed Samhain!!

Today, I am smelling cigarette smoke. Nobody in my family is a smoker, nor have they been around anyone who smokes. I don't recognize the cigarette brand and my husband abhorred smoking. My dad quit many many years ago. I have no idea if this is a visitation of sorts but it's strange.

@Meaghan Vaughan Beautiful writing. I was skeptical of crystals to the point of ridicule when I bore the shadow. She was shattered, too. Recently, I truly learned the subtle power of crystals. I used a large Indigo Smokey Fluorite for a 3rd eye cleansing, as a request to the Divine, burning a yellow candle to completion, honoring my intention to seek alignment with YHVH as Source of Love. I've been wearing Lapus Lazuli around my neck, bringing Shiva energy in me to 3D from where I've been. 9. Hermit energy. It forms most of the numerology of my name and birthday. Lapus Lazuli resonates. In 3D, at a molecular level, fluorite can be used to manufacture HFl, hydrofluoric acid. Lapis Lazuli's color reminds me of the deep waters at the Threshold bottom of the ocean in the light, and is my favorite color. I choose to respect both perspectives. In the quantum, past the veil to the dense Threshold at planck length, the crystals speak there, too, and to what's next. In the end, intention matters most in this in between. Thank you for sharing. Your writings inspire. ᛫ᛟ᛫ᛁ᛫᛫

✨ Reminder: The Sacred Strange — Today! Just a little reminder that our Sacred Strange Community Connect is happening today at 3 PM CST! We'll be gathering to share and listen to the experiences that have left us wondering whether there's more to this world than we understand. Spiritual encounters, uncanny coincidences, inexplicable happenings, moments of profound connection, strange dreams, unexpected revelations—or anything else that made you stop and wonder. If you have a story you'd like to share, we'd love to hear it. And if you'd prefer to come along and simply listen, you're just as welcome. Bring your curiosity, bring your stories, and let's spend some time with the strange and wonderful things that make this world so fascinating. 🖤

I don't remember exactly when this happened, but I believe I was in my late twenties or early thirties. I was preparing to cook something and putting aluminum foil on a baking sheet. I'd been experiencing occasional static-electricity shocks around that time, so when I began to feel a strange, sharp, tickling sensation in my fingers, I initially thought little of it. Then I looked at my hands. As I slowly pulled them away from the baking sheet, I saw continuous threads of electricity stretching between my fingertips and the metal. When I moved my hands a few inches away, the threads remained visible. If I pulled farther, they dissipated, but when I brought my hands close again, the electricity would strike. I was astonished. I could feel what seemed like a current of energy moving through my body, traveling through my arms and chest and into whatever I touched. Rather than immediately pulling away or dismissing what I was seeing, I became curious. I wanted to understand what was happening, so I decided to experiment. I placed a piece of bread on the foil-lined baking sheet and put my hands on the flat handles at either side. Then I concentrated on the sensation of energy moving through me and tried to direct it in a continuous circle. It worked. When I flipped the bread over, I found that it had been lightly toasted. I couldn't believe what I was experiencing, so I tried again, directing the energy toward the other side. The bread toasted again. I was both excited and frightened. Here I was, seemingly conducting electricity through my own body and using it to toast bread. I had no idea how to explain what was happening, but I was fascinated by it. Then I started thinking about my cat. I became afraid to touch her. What if I accidentally electrocuted her? As amazing as the experience was, the thought of hurting something I loved was enough to frighten me. And just like that, the sensation disappeared. The current I'd been feeling through my arms and chest was gone. I couldn't see the electrical threads anymore, either. I tried again with another piece of bread, hoping to reproduce what had happened, but nothing worked. Whatever I had been experiencing, I couldn't bring it back.