Stories of Spirit…Honoring the Ancestors [part 3/ looking betwixt & between]

In Celtic tradition the Mist is sacred; it is seen as a crossing point located Betwixt & Between.  Mist hides the harsh edges of reality and allows us to see more clearly with our 3rd eye.  It also gives Spirits something to work with, a backdrop of sorts.   Looking into the Mist is often like being in a waking dream, our minds open and we allow for the unexpected to happen.  Fairy Tales often tell about people being lost in the mist, or wandering through it into unknown worlds.  I believe this does happen, but most often in a dream-like state.  Stepping into magical landscapes where the Dead are more visible and Nature Spirits can be seen is most often experienced within our mind.

Here is where the skeptic would say that it is all our imagination.  But as my sister is fond of saying “we can think a thousand thoughts every second…why this one?”.  Yes, it is important to have a healthy dose of skepticism.  We should not all wander around in la-la land on our magical, rainbow, unicorns.  But we should also not create unpenatrable walls that nothing can get through.  Belief in the unknown is called Faith.  I have Faith that what my mind shows me, what I feel deep within myself is just as real as me sitting on my couch writing to you all through cyber space.  When I see things I do not blindly accept…I question.  But I do so with the possibility that I may be experiencing the unknown.

I once had a friend who was such a skeptic that he could make it impossible for a Master Dowser to get clear answers around him.  I finally told him one day that he had tremendous gifts, and that if he used half as much energy on believing as he did on disbelief it would be remarkable what he could do.  Over the years he has let go of his steady disbelief & he has experienced a thing or two himself.  When we let go of disbelief, we are opening the door to possibility.  We are simply saying “maybe”.  Maybe, I am seeing the Spirit of my Grandfather at the foot of the stairs, Maybe I am seeing the Spirits of Native Americans in the Mist by the river.

I hope you enjoyed the read folks and take some time to sit with your Ancestors in the Betwixt & Between.  I know I will.

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Living on top of a small mountain I often experience Mist…the reality of it is I am in the clouds.  If I drive just 10 minutes down the hill I can see low setting clouds in the sky,