The temperature has dropped in NYC. The beautiful summer beach days are long behind us. The fall foliage will soon become bare branches extending toward the heavens — a sign of the cycles of life. These are the seasons we go through as individuals in this lifetime. From the vibrant new life of summer to the prime of life, the gradual winding down in autumn, and the later stages of life in winter. Rebirth follows, representing the renewal of life and the opportunity for a fresh start in the springtime.
Omar takes me to the beach regularly so I can be by the water and connect with nature. It was a chilly evening at Orchard Beach in the Bronx this week. The normally overcrowded sand was a cold but beautiful desert oasis. We had the beach to ourselves, with only lingering souls and a few birds sharing the sand with us.
Standing by the water, I began my incantation. I am on a healing journey, working on releasing past pain and trauma. I am addressing procrastination and alcohol abuse, doing the work to release and heal. It’s been painful, but I feel powerful in the process because I’m doing the work.
I called on my angels, ancestors, and spirit guides to assist me on my healing journey. I saw them stand with me, felt them hold my hands along the shoreline as we stared off into the horizon. I have a small army of spirits around me. As I stood there, I began to see bodies emerging from the water and walking towards me. I wasn’t afraid, but I wasn’t open to welcoming them. These spirits, possibly the remnants of people who may have drowned in the waters, looked as though they wanted to speak with me. I am still new to spirituality, so I am not ready to do certain practices. I rejected their presence and walked away.
I do have the gift of mediumship. I can speak with the dead. I am open to this connection, but I do not want to open a door that cannot be closed. When I connect with deceased people, it’s usually the loved ones of people close to me who have crossed over. The last thing I want is to have dark entities attaching themselves to me. I am taking baby steps with regards to shamanism and spirituality as a whole.
As a Scorpio ruled by Pluto, I understand our connection to the underworld. I do not fear spirits, but I do not desire to cross paths with malevolent entities at this time. I understand that they smell fear. I do not want my excitement about having these gifts to make me feel overly zealous. I still have a lot to learn, especially when it comes to properly protecting my energy and closing any portals I’ve opened.
As Omar and I walked back to the car in the beach’s parking lot, the sun had set. It was dark, and there were no other cars in sight. I felt a strong energy brush my shoulder, almost entering me. Not my full body, but my left shoulder. I felt a sharp chill run through me. That frightened me a bit because it felt so real, but there was no one there. I paused and checked my surroundings. I didn’t see anything, but I felt it strongly. I felt it deeply.
There is usually a scientific explanation for something spiritual. What if people who drown in pools and beaches are actually pulled not by currents or depth but by spirits? The water is known to be a cemetery, often a cemetery of unclaimed souls. We are basically swimming in graveyards. I’ve been thinking about my experience at the beach this week. Quite eerie, but interesting. I pray for all the lost souls in the water. May they all find peace.
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