Flint Sharpens Iron

Is our life built in a series of blocks—or segments beyond the obvious labeled childhood, youth, young adult, middle age and senior years? 

Yes, it seems that life can be painfully apparent that way, but could it be more? As I walked back into my bedroom this morning, it hit me with such clarity. Had each segment been building on the other—and when I finally “got it” or “it” had passed some expiration point— a quantum leap to what was next suddenly happened. That was a yes. One chapter closed, and dynamic Cosmic energy then swiftly carries us to the next episode, at the time unknown or realized by us, until it come to pass. Simply speaking when we get the nudge. Sometimes with exasperation and sometimes with excitement we are pushed forward in our life’s journey; one that is uniquely ours and designed for us and by us.

Do our unexpected occurrences and surprises in our jobs, education and relationships with everything we experience along the way built our character, like flint against steel? The moving blocks are not all the same size, texture, or shape. How could they be? They’re not even square. How 3D! They jump and move and morph dancing like unseen faeries in the energy field propelled by our intentions, wants, and desires. Sometimes they’re visible—sometimes we can’t see them at all. But, they push, push and push us forward into segments we know as time blocks, plotted for us, both in and ‘out of time’. And, often times we feel like we have been tossed by the torrential currents of a 220 line or the direct hit of a lighting bolt. Sometimes we feel like the cartoon character with stars circling around our head, a bit dazed.

In childhood, I was the neighborhood babysitter. I spent hours with kids in my care. Later, I worked at Dairy Queen, Woolworths in downtown Seattle, and painted houses in college. My first job after graduating from the University of Washington was with, believe it or not, Pfizer. Looking back, I wouldn’t have tolerated today, what I put up with then. My direct boss, a man from the back woods of Virginia, most definitely needed a good therapist. It was before the days of “organic” and before the first Whole Foods opened it’s doors in Austin, Texas. And hark, I was the first “woman” hired for the Seattle team. I supported my ex-husband in his schooling—and when he opened his practice 12+ years later. We moved a least dozen times along the way. Each move sharpening that flint and iron. When we lived, both in Des Moines, Iowa and El Paso, Texas, the worst and most terrifying storms—tornado, dust or thunder and lightening—snow, always—always—came when my husband was out of town or on-call. I stood alone by myself.  In Iowa you were a “new comer” if your family hadn’t been there at least three generations. That’s also were I hurt my back and ended up in traction in the hospital for four long days. I lost a baby there too. We were outsiders. In El Paso, I tried to find the commissary on Ft. Bliss just after arriving for a four-year stint—only to find out there were no street signs or marked buildings. After numerous attempts to find the Army’s “grocery store”, and with my then very young son in our old used Volvo, I pulled over and burst into tears.  

Flint and steel. Each block building on the last. They sometimes appear to be out of sequence or order. Motherhood teaches you immense things, and when we realize we haven’t brought children into the world—but souls destined to be here, our view of life once again turns as it builds into greater grander truths and wisdom—gathering, gathering gathering—and seeking always more.

Our experiential experiences teach us. They mold us. They give us very real, but intangible things we label as independence, sovereignty, and courage, as we discover our passions and learn about ourselves. We learn to employ the intellect, but depend on our innate, divine wisdom and gut. These magical places hold and know things that the brain does not understand, or that make no sense to the logical left hemisphere for they are outside of the rational and logical analysis, linear understanding and exist in a place outside of time. They come from a place we cannot remember, and do not know.

We all have a “what’s next” for us. For me, it is a new adventure into uncharted territory. I am leaving Florida, and as I write this, the turmoil of the world is accelerating. The chaos of the “plandemic” has cooled for the moment. The supply chains are being threatened. The digital financial plan is fuzzy, but looming. But, in this uncertainty, I know that I am guided—as are you. And, the blocks that are lives are built upon continue to grow—hardly noticeable by us, until we step back and see the strength, and courageousness, and fortitude we are, knowing all along that quantum steel and flint have been forged creating those divine sparks we never saw. And, I am ready. You are ready! We are ready!

About Cathrine Silver

Cathrine Silver, HC, AADP, is a Shaman, Certified Holistic Health Counselor, and intuitive in private practice in Lauderdale by the Sea, Florida. She works collaboratively with clients on their desires regarding disease through a process called biological decoding. She writes about relationships, spirituality, and loss and help others through theirs.  Suffering through her own loss in 2005, Cathrine motivates and empowers others to be the heroes in their own lives, becoming fully responsible for their own happiness, joy and well-being.

Cathrine holds a degree in Speech Communication from the University of Washington, is a graduate of the Institute for Integrative Nutrition and holds certifications in Reiki, Matrix Energetics, Hypnosis, Biological Decoding and Grief Counseling and is a Shamanic practitioner.  She is the author of the book, Riding the Light Beam: How Any Woman Can Find the Hero Inside.

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