I've been reading in my Inner Compass class that I am surrounded by spiritual helpers, ancestors and beings I don't even know exist. They want to help me! But they can't until I ask. So, I've asked; I've had a couple of conversations with them.
They're hilarious! At least, that's my first take. And excited! Energized. I can feel their eagerness, and it feels great.
So yesterday, I went to a bookstore to buy a couple of journals. After I'd found what I wanted, I went downstairs, thinking I'd see if they had a copy of a book I'd just ordered, The Wishing Year, by Noelle Oxenhandler. I thought I'd peek ahead of the excerpt I read. But I couldn't find the book.
While looking for the "O" authors in the Psych section, Caroline Myss' book Sacred Contracts popped out at me, and I picked it up. I read, in the intro, "Archetypes are the architects of our lives." I still have little idea of what that means, but the word "Archetype" struck me from my dream work, and some connection was made. I started to put the book back and go home, but a little voice inside of me said, "Why do you think you're holding this book, silly?" And I responded with a laugh, "Oh. Right. I'm supposed to buy it." I swear I heard them laugh.
This is not the first time I've walked into a bookstore and the book I'm supposed to read jumped into my hand.