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Signs of Spirit
Signs of Spirit
In 2005, we became aware that even though spirit is invisible to the eye, it’s characteristics can be observed in ourselves and others.
Signs of Spirit are evidence of the existence of the unseen spirit. They are characteristics that can be observed in ourselves and others. Once known and recognized as coming from spirit, we can choose to activate and cultivate them in ourselves, thus living as spirits in daily life.
We call these characteristics “signs of spirit” because they demonstrate the presence of spirit, just as a heartbeat and breathing our “signs of life” for the body.
We have been writing first-person short stories about our experiences observiing signs of spirit in ourselves and others and also about how we intentionally use these spirit abiities in our daily lives.
Our intent in sharing these stories is to make it more kown in the world that spirit exists and exists in each and every human being in addition to all of Life. Perhaps our stories will inspire you to find these signs of spirit in yourself and others.
Suddenly in the past few days I’ve become aware of looking at whether or not I am “doing what it takes” to get the results I want in life.
At first it just came to me as a realization, but then a few days later I actually read it in a book. To achieve your goal, whatever it is, you’ve got to do what it takes to get the result.
That was something I knew. I even had a sign up on my office wall next to my desk for a while that said, “Do the things that produce the result you want.” But that’s not quite the same as observing whether or not I actually did the things that produced the results that I wanted.
It was 2:00 in the morning on 2 July 2006. I was not sleeping. I was way too excited to sleep.
I had just bought an old Mercedes Benz diesel car that I could modify to run on vegetable oil. I had been looking for one for several months, and I was elated that the perfect response to my intention had finally occurred…
As a spirit, I was feeling extremely happy and exhilarated and free!
It was very late and I knew I needed to get some sleep if I was going to work tomorrow.
I laid my body down in bed and closed its eyes. Then, an amazing thing happened.
One of the things I am very aware of is that I am a spirit with a mind and a body.
I have observed this in various ways many times over the years, but the other day something happened that demonstrated this to me in a very simple way.
Yesterday, after a long and stressful day handling problems with others and completing deferred maintenance cycles, I felt like I needed to re-connnect with Debra.
I then recalled that she had said weeks earlier that she liked me to brush her hair. Debra had been growing her hair out for while, so it was longer and needed more brushing so it wouldn’t get tangled.
I was glad to help her with this.
This past week Larry and I were sitting in the reception area of an office waiting for an appointment. We were just sitting there talking, as we usually do. The chairs each had arms on both sides so there were two chair arms between us, and we were holding hands with our hands sitting on top of the two chair arms, which were pushed close together. We were just being ourselves in our usual state.
One of the staff at the reception desk looked up, smiled at us, and said, “It’s so nice to see a couple still in love!”
We thanked her for noticing and gave each other a look of acknowledgement.
This wasn’t the first time this has happened.
My body was only 22 years old when the first Star Wars movie first burst into the world in 1977. And I think I’ve seen every Star Wars since.
Though my father was a big fan of science fiction, I wasn’t particularly interested in science fiction myself, so I never would have chosen to go to Star Wars on my own, But a friend wanted to see it so I went and was very happy I did.
For me, the moment that really got me emotionally was
There is a supermarket that Larry and I like to go to because it is employee-owned, they have local and organic food, it’s really good quality, and it has items we can’t purchase elsewhere.
They make their own pizza there out of natural and organic ingredients and it’s really good. Whenever we go to this supermarket—which is every week or two—we get one slice of pizza and have them slice it down the middle and heat it up.
They always have the standard cheese and pepperoni pizzas and then they have a rotating selection of other flavors. Some we like and some we don’t. But there is one that is our favorite: the Spicy Hawaiian pizza.
But they hadn’t had it for a while. They will make a whole one for us at our request, but we didn’t want a whole pizza, we only wanted one slice.
We couldn’t ask them to make one slice. Or could we?
Twas the night before Christmas, and Larry and I were wrapping presents for the family in our bedroom.
Because I am better at wrapping, he was handing me presents and wrap, I would wrap each one, then give it back to Larry so he could put a tag on it with the recipients name.
As I wrapped each gift I was feeling more and more upset that everyone would have a present to open in the morning except me. That was because Larry and I were very busy this week with launching Spirits Bright, and we didn’t have time to shop. I don’t drive, so I couldn’t go anywhere by myself to buy a gift for him. On the day before Christmas we had gone out shopping for everyone else but didn’t buy presents for each other.
Larry and I often walk together in the late afternoon when I am done with my work for the day. On this day, a few days before Winter Solstice it gets dark around 5:00, and it was 4:00 when we left, so we thought we had plenty of time to walk up the street to see the alpacas and come home before nightfall.
So we walked up to see the alpacas and then decided to just continue on up the hill to the top, then turn around and walk back home.
But when we got to the top of the hill, the man who lives in the house there had come out to feed his goat, and our paths crossed.
We had never met before, so we introduced ourselves.
Spring of 1977. I was out for a ride on my small Honda CL 175 2-cylinder motorcycle.
I wasn’t going anywhere in particular. It was a beautiful, warm, Southern California day. I was riding west on the 134 freeway between Pasadena and Glendale, near Los Angeles.
I slowed down a bit going up a hill near Eagle Rock, to about 50 miles per hour. It was a big hill and a small motorcycle.
As I reached the crest of the hill, I as a spirit slid outside of my body. I was looking down at my body riding the motorcycle, but I was no longer inside of that body.
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