When my Angels want me to pay attention to an important life lesson, they sing songs in my head. (Yes, this is what life’s like as a clairaudient psychic!)
If my Angels are advising me to focus on positive outcomes, they serenade me with a Disney standard. Lately, I’ve been hearing a song from the movie, Happiest Millionaire: “Sometimes castles fall to the ground. But that’s where four-leaf clovers are found!” (Fortuosity, lyrics by Richard M. Sherman).
A few nights ago, a (hilarious) piece of time management advice came from my Angels, when they sang, “Put the lime in the coconut (and) drink them both up.” This profound advice from Harry Nilsson’s Coconut was swiftly followed by Wilson Pickett’s “Time is on My Side.”
Seriously. Where do Angels come up with this stuff?!
When I’m REALLY fed up — especially with my job — my mischievous Angels treat me to The Banana Boat Song, by Harry Belafonte. (“Work all night on a drink a rum! Daylight come and he wan’ go home.”)
Are you thinking what I’m thinking? That my Angels are laughing at me?!
In their more tender moments, my Angels will croon away my frustration with the Howard Jones song, Things Can Only Get Better, or my favorite Johnny Marks ballad, “There’s always tomorrow for dreams to come true; tomorrow is not far away.” (From the Christmas classic, Rudolph the Red-Nosed Reindeer.)
But today, my Angel’s message confused me. At 5:45 am, my brain was being hammered by Sting’s, If You Love Somebody. This was strange because I‘m not involved in a romantic relationship. To complicate my interpretation, I don’t care for Sting’s music. I can’t remember the last time I was forced to listen to Sting via a satellite channel in some retail store, but obviously, his lyrics have wormed their way into my subconscious. (Scary, huh? What else is rattling around in my brain that I don’t want there?)
When you’re psychic, you spend a lot of time interpreting spirit messages for yourself and others. Sometimes you’re right. Sometimes you crash and burn. For instance, last week when I was working on a psychic hotline, the caller asked, “How is my daughter’s love life?” The resulting vision didn’t make sense to me: I saw a young man, crouching in darkness on the right. Then I saw a young woman, reaching for the sunlight, on the left.
Just because I don’t understand a vision, doesn’t make the vision wrong. (Yes, I learned that the hard way.) In hindsight, I now realize that I should have described the vision to the caller and asked if it meant something to her. Instead, I blurted out, “Are you sure your daughter’s dating anyone?”
Needless to say, I got an earful about how the daughter had been dating the same boy for 3 years — and by the way, “Are you sure you’re even PSYCHIC?”
So this morning, when my Angels selected Sting’s lyrics, “Free, free, set them free,” I was clueless. As I write this post, I’m still not sure what that Wake Up Call meant (no pun intended.) The best I can figure is that “set them free,” means to forgive them — which begs the question, “Who am I supposed to forgive?” I’m not in conflict with anyone right now except myself.
So tonight, it looks like I’ll be making a date with my Angel Harp. Even when you think you’ve done all the Forgiveness work you can do — trust me — you can go deeper to release more. But I don’t mind. The wonderful thing about Forgiveness is that when you release somebody from your anger and resentment, you set yourself free too.
In the immortal lyrics of Harry Connick, Jr.: “Let there be peace on earth, and let it begin with me…”