What else rolls out of sight besides pumpkins? Are we evolutionary beings playing in this body of thought, harmony and loveâreally pure energy in a multidimensional field of Light that we can embrace daily or run from? Sometimes the line is blurryâbetween what we know or donât. And what lies beyond the great chasm we call death?
Up the road from Houston Texas on Highway 59 is where my adventure called life experience took me. Years ago now, my ex-husband had quickly outgrown his first medical office; it had just become too small for his needs. My then step-father-in-law, Harold and I took it upon ourselves to find a new suitable location. The synchronicity fell into place and very quickly I had placed ernest money down on a old houseâwhich sat on the same roadâHighway 59 across the street from Walmart.
The old houseâwas of course, in need of remodeling before it would be suitable to be repurposed into a growing medical practice office. The old plush lemon cream carpet reflected the occupants tastes although it was soiled and somehow littered with old withered autumn leaves and places of dried mud and discarded paper. You could still see traces of a very much loved and cared for homeânow in a state of neglect, disrepair and shabbiness. Upon her death, I assume, the once lively house had been sold because we bought it from a liquor store that had plans to tear it down. But I could see something more. Itâs new purpose was a house of healingâand I set out to make it so. Drawing blueprints and designing the office for patients, staff and doctor, each step progressed as the old property was slowly transformed over the months.
I used to stop in to inspect the dayâs progress. Often times it would be darkâor late. I thought, perhaps, I would somehow âseeâ or meet the one-time occupant; an older woman I presumed. And although I never had that experienceâI felt that I was never alone.
Faux finishing was the favored trend of this late 90âs project. I hired two gals, to paint the waiting room, as most of the carpentry and major construction had been finished. I canât remember their names, however, they worked all weekendâand when I stopped in to see them Monday morningâthey inquired about the piano musicâtelling me that they âheard all weekendâ. I led them into the interior hallway and showed them two wires sticking out of the ceiling contained within a circular hole and bright aluminum junction box. âNo sound system yet,â I replied.
It was the pictures that moved each night down that main hallwayâwhich lead to three exam roomsâthe ultrasound room and the procedure room. There was also a place to write notes, answer phone calls, a nurses desk and our accounts managerâs office who worked on insurance billing and âpre-approvalsâ before surgery. Dr. Silverâs office was at the end of the hall. Each decorated for the women who sought care.
But I puzzled at the crooked pictures each morning in this hallway, and thought to myself, what does Christine, the woman who cleaned the office, do at night? I placed quake proof under the corner of the pictures. It didnât help.
One of our employees who worked at the front desk was Keisha. To this day, I donât know what happened, but she was afraid to go into the office by herself. Normally, she was the first one at the office. She would drop her small son at daycare drive to the office and then head in the back doorâturn on the lights and start getting things ready for patients. Something shook her. She was terrified.
One day, I decided I had simply had enough. I made the decision to have a conversation with the woman (assuming it was a woman) who lived in the property at 4715 North Street that had become the new office. I called the staff together and stood at the corner where patients settled their bills and received instructions before leaving. âMrs. So nâso, I began.â Having no idea what her name was or had beenâI continued, âtimes change and we are grateful for the opportunity to have this house of yours. Dr. Silver helps so many patients here, and we are honored that this house came to us for his office.â I continued for several minutes more, and finished with âThank you.â
I never noticed the pictures move again. I felt whoever was trying to get my attention was satisfied. For what reason? I canât say. Perhaps, she was assisting meâmy growthâmy evolutionâmy journey and experience to fully realize we are so much bigger and so much more lies outside of what we can see, touch, and feel.
I have come to believe there is no veilâand we are all in this cosmic soup together. The pumpkins, the animalsâand all that surround our multidimensional selves is often a mystery. Maybe thatâs the scariest thing of allâknowing that we are part of everything and everything is a part of us.
Happy Halloween!
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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