A Disturbance in the Force

This is a conversation I had with my Spirit Guide Seth the other day. His part is in a bold italic font.

Hi.

Hello.

Can we talk?

Yes.

I’m pushing through. I haven’t gotten very far. I did a short Facebook piece just letting people know what I’m going to do today. It was like making a grocery list.

I understand.

I wanted some music and found John Denver singing Aerie.

Yes, I heard. Is there anything else on your mind?

I don’t know. Somethings, sort of off, though.

Do you need to know exactly what is off?

If I knew, then I could fix it, right?

Not necessarily.

Okay, so what should I do?

You can do any number of things. You might just allow yourself to sit with it a minute and not judge whether this “offness” is good or bad. This is where pretend comes in handy. Pretend this feeling you are having is.

Is?

Yes, it just is. It has a presence, and you have noticed it. Consider it a disturbance in the Force.

Come on.

I’m afraid.

Why?

Because this wave of something just swept over me.

You don’t know what it is?

No. It’s sad. My eyes ache. I’m tearing up.

Describe the sadness.

It was a memory.

From?

One of those psychic ones. I’m thinking it was my memory, not somebody else’s. I mean, it’s just us talking. I’ve never remembered anything from you, have I?

Not to my knowledge.

Seth?

Yes?

Is that horseshit?

No, not at all.

I mean, you’d know if I would have remembered something of what happened to you, wouldn’t I?

I don’t know.

Okay, I get it. This is one of those things where I’m overthinking it. Right?

Yes.

It’s bumpy now.

Yes.

I mean, I’m like a stone skipping over the surface of the water, only it is a field and not water.

Time travel.

Or memories.

Like I said, time travel.

Can you do traveling into the future?

Yes.

I should just practice with myself first, though, I think.

That is an option.

This being psychic is a bit strange at times.

Tell me what you see.

The sky is dark. It’s not night. It’s stormy, before the storm, or in between them. There are trees at the edge of the field where our house is that are being whipped around by the wind. Ma. Ma is here. She’s grabbing the laundry from the clothes line and off the bushes. My littlest sister is helping. I don’t know her name.

This piece was written a few days ago. It never got finished. I actually don’t remember what happened next. Perhaps seeing everybody running for cover was enough. Psychic visions for me are not two-hour movies. They are quick, five-second things. It’s like looking out of your window and seeing people walk by on the sidewalk, or sometimes even a car passing by. I don’t know where the people are going. I just witness something happening. Something quick. Mostly mundane things, but sometimes they are as specific and as magical as watching one of your mothers bring in the wash.

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