Have you ever wondered what your soul looks like... or rather what its energetic imprint is like? Some souls have more of a sound to them, while others are full of movement or colour. Of course, none of the ways we experience sound, movement or colour with our ordinary senses apply here.
I can't stop thinking about this dying man who saw my soul a couple of weeks ago... I knew it was my soul he saw because all he said to me was 'It's as if you're dancing' - Very similar to the words my mother used about my incoming soul when she was expecting me. She said, 'I could see you dancing your way into my soul.'
I hope the old man is at peace and enjoying his reunion with the ancestors now.
I love being with people who are in the borderlands between life and death. It's so far away from this illusion we call reality. It's always peaceful there and the sense of homecoming is so very heartwarming.
Though I cannot see or perceive my own soul, the words of these two people act as a 'mirror' and what they perceived resonates. One of these people knew me intimately and the other I only met briefly, right before he died...
Their words are precious because they help me understand why I have such a strong need for music in my life.Their reminded me of the realm I come from and that I will return to one day. They remind me of the out-of-body experience I had as a five-year-old, where I got to go home briefly, to a world filled with celestial music, and of the dream I had of dancing with dolphins - a dream that pretty much saved my life at one of the low points of this incarnation.
When I do my email readings, I often put music on and begin spirit dancing in that synergy between the other person's soul energy and the messages that are wanting to come through for them.
About the kind of music I like, I have always said, 'Any - As long as I can dance to it!'
Interestingly, in the Tarot, my personality card is The World - a dancer who has learned to transcend duality. She holds a wand in each hand, transmuting all darkness and dischord into light and harmony.
Sometimes, I wonder what the dances of my Sámi and Norse ancestors looked like, before the Christian missionaries burned the drums and labelled dancing as sinful. There would have been dances to the Sun and to the Wind. There would have been Bear and Reindeer dances. There would have been dances to celebrate births and deaths...
The Christian missionaries stole much more than cultural identity from my ancestors; they stole the joy of living and the strength that comes from connecting with the Elements through music and dance.
I'm taking it all back now and today I will beat on my drum until I remember what was lost.