Call off the Search: How I stopped seeking and found peace
Chapter 11: Signs
Those of us who are awake to the Universe but who have not adopted or been adopted by a particular faith have to be flexible, I believe, in where we get our support from. The whole world is ours but we need to be discerning in order to read our own Bible from the world around us, as it presents itself, in each moment. It’s like running your fingertips along a fence and on one in every thousand railings there is a message written in Braille that seems just for you.
Perhaps especially for women, with no religion that’s female led or totally okay for women other than Paganism or Wicca or some New Age stuff; and with the toxic nature of much of the news and advertising, we have to keep our ears pricked and eyes wide open for those helpful messages that still abound in listening to Radio 4 on the way to work or seeing adverts at bus stops or watching box sets at home.
I learned almost everything I needed from the streets, the rest I learned from films and books (Mozart in the Jungle watched during a free trial of Amazon Prime over Christmas).
Starve your ego, feed your soul (sign outside Earlham road Norwich shop)
From the moment we’re born we’re seeking (advert on YouTube)
There is no time for regrets, it’s far better to see where you are now and work from there (my stars in a magazine at the hairdresser’s).
We all search in different ways (advert on YouTube).
Charlie Higson on R2 Chris Evans, he said, if you write something that’s good, it will get published, there’s no magic trick or secret doorway. (okay, it was advice to kids who want to become writers, but I was listening to it at that moment, so I am taking it).
How do you know it was meant for you: you were listening/looking at the time, no one ‘put it there for you’ you, I don’t believe, to quote Nick Cave, in an interventionist God, it’s all just us, learning to read our path out of all the billions of possibilities that exist within every second.
Like just now: I misspelt seeking for seining, I didn’t know what it meant so I went on the online dictionary and there on the home page was the ‘Word of the Day’: ACCOMPLISH, to finish something successfully or to achieve something.
Maybe that was it, just a little encouragement that I will finish this book, and if you are reading this, it’s because I did. (and btw, ‘seining’ does not even appear to be a word at all according to the Cambridge online dictionary, it’s just that for some reason* my spell check doesn’t pick it up).
* I needed encouragement?
It’s about being open minded and flexible and the more you notice these things, the more of them appear, so it goes from every thousandth time to every other rail you touch seems to have a message for you…. and then it becomes about balancing keeping your feet on the ground and head in the clouds.
I am noticing that the answers to everything are all around me- sometimes people tell me things directly, sometimes they are chatting or advising each other and I hear. Sometimes it is less immediately interesting to me and then when I review it I notice things for me. This is why it is important not to do too much, not to expose yourself to too much stuff, to be discerning about who you spend time with and what you do and where you go, because, although the energies of the universe are unlimited, the hours in my day are not.
Driving on the dual carriageway, I see ‘DIE’ on the number plate of a lorry and wonder if I should move into the inside lane. But maybe you just see what’s reflected, i.e., everything is there, but you notice what matches what you are feeling- the number plate matches my anxiety about driving. Even the Earlham road shop sign (a blackboard with a different message on each day) that I like so much, why am I so keen on looking at it? What do I want to it to tell me? So maybe signs are just a reflection of what you feel- a visual interpretation of what you feel; useful if you don’t know how you feel, but if you do, then perhaps it’s best to look inside not outside.
Arriving home late one night, I pulled into the car cark and in the second before I reversed into the parking space the car headlights lit up the bushes in front of me and I saw a mouse on a branch. A mouse, on a branch! Almost immediately, the thought came to me: I hope you enjoyed that, because you aren’t going to see that again. But that’s not really the point; 1), I did see it, and I am very grateful for the fact that I did; a mouse on a branch, how many people get to see that! 2) I have the memory; I wouldn’t expect to see it again. 3) There are other things to see: and often in a series, more and more beautiful as long as you are open to this process.