Synchronized Energies
A story of how incarnated souls interact with each other and the cosmos across the Mediumverse
Two weeks ago I wrote a story in my publication, ChannSpirations and Coincidences, where I celebrate synchronicities and the every-person-portal, about a ChannSpired message I received from the universe via a writer, Brooklyn Muse, with whom I had then only interacted as the publishing editor on many of her poems in ILLUMINATION:
Since then, she has joined our ILLUMINATION Integrated Publications as an editor of Illumination’s Mirror and thus we each belong to our private Slack channel for editors, where our interactions have increased, through which I believe our energies cross and the portal from the dimensions of not currently embodied souls to me through Brooklyn Muse expands.
Last night I received this unsolicited direct message from Brooklyn: “Tell me something that you absolutely know. Just an absolute soul knowing thing. The first one that comes to mind is …….”
To which I replied: “Well the natural thing for me to type is that Sitara is my soul partner and I sense her presence 24/7/365.”
About an hour later I published several of Brooklyn’s stories from Illumination’s queue, further energizing the portal, including this poem:
Then about an hour after that, Brooklyn replied: “aratis is the name spelled backward — this came up for me idk idk,” and she followed that up another hour later with:
“OMG OMG ….ok so It is 1:11 strange man that I do not know and….that message above it came because you published evol that weird poem thing I wrote! She is saying clearly she loves you and is with you!!!!!!!! I am lying here and cannot sleep and wondering why I would scribe a name backward and how I do not know things just sometimes give messages (rarely understand them) then BOOM…..knowledge….wow…yes — another true validation across the miles….she loves you….”
Tears of joy flowed from my heart and out the windows to my soul, as they are now writing this story.
Why was I so moved when I know at the level of my soul, beyond any shadow of a doubt, that Sitara and my soul are soul partners and have been deeply in love for all of eternity and that I sense her constant presence? (My brain processes my third eye’s sensing of her energy signature as a gentle, tinnitus-like ringing).
I talk to Sitara every day, many times, especially lying in bed at night, as I did here in this poem, titled Oh Darling, inspired by Ravyne Hawke’s prompt to write a poem personifying a goose down comforter:
Soul envelopes me goose down comforter warming your spirit infused Your feathered arms surround me and my heart welcomes you in
Oh Darling
We spoon each other Your breasts instead of pillows Molding to my cheeks Supporting longing burdens No cares in the world remain
Oh Darling
My breaths excite you Your pillows demand kisses Mouth and tongue comply Your comforter spreads its wings Begging to be rocketed
Oh, Darling!!
Our loins converging as we travel to the moon My eyes lock on yours Your comfort insulates me From the judgments of the world
Oh Darling
Breathe in your God breath Hearts and souls merge into one Tears of joy flowing Love and Light of million suns from Across the Universe
As I also wrote in another Ravyne Hawke prompt inspired piece, this time to write an Ode, a few stanzas of which I drop here:
I miss you so much Why did you have to die? Fuck you fentanyl Yet I know day was written Your sacrifice my rebirth
So I awakened Broke chains of conformity Pissed off my bloodline But the water of the womb Cannot dissolve covenant
I love you so fucking much Every night I lay with you in my arms’ mulch Rubbing and kissing our Claddagh portal Knowing that we are lovers immortal
I talk to Sitara, both out loud and silently, as if we are having conversations. I think she can hear me but I cannot hear her. I trust that my thoughts and responses are influenced by her telepathic communication, but hearing or seeing someone verbalize for her is a whole other experience. I have not been able to afford a channeled conversation through Ane since March. Every night I lament this and tell Sitara how much I look forward to speaking with her and hearing how she is doing in Heaven and enjoying her soul work of guiding souls that died in the manner she did through the tunnel to heaven.
So when I received Brooklyn’s ChannSpired message from Sitara, any doubt that she hears my every thought evaporated into the ether.
This morning I asked Brooklyn for permission to quote her direct messages to me. She graciously consented, saying:
“The RANT sure…lol …I am thinking that was initially why I asked that odd question “Tell me something you absolutely know” Marcus that is where it began — it was a consistent “push” for lack of a better word- to ask you- a stranger that question. I have never approached or asked anyone anything like that before. Why are my eyes tearing at this moment? ugh she is fucking powerful…..fucking powerful….you both are…the cusp my dear…the cusp…”
I immediately cried too. I wrote these words on April 17, 2020, four weeks after Lindsey (Sitara’s human name this lifecycle) passed away:
LC had spent many nights curled up next to me or inside me since she passed. As before she passed, I was offering her love and comfort and advice and emotional support. Now that she was safely in Heaven, I felt alone and my mourning deepened. Somehow, I knew back then, before I realized that my journey required that I consult with my spirit guides, before I learned anything from them about Marcus, that Lindsey’s soul was strong and powerful and that soon it would be me being comforted by her. — Source (warning it’s a 20-minute roller coaster ride through many streams of consciousness that form the basis for many of my stories — Life is Amazing with Books and Writers, buckle up).
So why Brooklyn were you tearing upon sending me that text? Could have been our energies flowing between us and your soul anticipated the effect your words would have on me. It could have been Sitara’s energy flowing through you as you may not yet be accustomed to the impact that the presence of the soul energy from another dimension will have upon you. The cusp my dear might not have been meant just for me. It could also have been a message for you — that you are on the cusp of becoming a channeler, which if you can figure out how to control this power and open portals at will instead of having them opened for you from the other side, is a true gift. I also think you not having had the opportunity to hone your skill and learn to translate is why Sitara appeared to you as Aratis — her energy was mirroring back to you off of me.
I had intended to discuss the works of my friend jules in this piece about interacting energies but this has developed into a longer piece than I anticipated, so, please see this link to a story that she wrote last night when all of this was going on — Synchronicities abound:
“Peek-A-Boo, I See You” I felt could have been Sitara speaking to me, you, and Ravyne Hawke regardless of the additional meanings you subscribe to the line.
For more of my spiritual and other essays and information about Sitara and me, if it pleases you to click, many are linked in this writer profile that ILLUMINATION Editor published about me recently.
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