Divine Visitation or Batshit Crazy? What-The-Hell-Wednesday Is Back!

Divine Visitation or Batshit Crazy? What-The-Hell-Wednesday Is Back!

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ME!

I was in the middle of writing today’s blog post, when I received an email from my friend Steph in Florida.

The subject line of her email read: Divinity or Batshit?

When that flashed across the screen of my laptop, I stopped typing (my 17 words a minute) – color me – intrigued.
As I read on, I realized that it would be perfect for another, DA,DA, DA, DA, Daaaaaaa! (Fanfare)

What-The-Hell-Wednesday

Divine Visitation or Batshit Crazy Person? Can they be the same thing?

It seems she’s been visited at work by several “interesting beings” as she put it. If you’ve spent any time in retail this comes as no surprise. The general public is…interesting at best.

Just the other day, during a jewelry repair, a woman spent the entire time talking about meditation and her spiritual journey.

You know, like you do while they’re sizing your ring.

There have been several more out of the ordinary exchanges, but the weirdest one happened just this past Saturday.
According to Steph, a modestly dressed, quiet woman, looked around her store for awhile, until she found a necklace she liked. Steph engaged her in conversation, asking her if she was buying it for a special occasion. The woman was quiet for an uncomfortable amount of time, looking down, deep in thought, then she looked up and locked eyes with her.
Have you ever heard of the Pearl of Great Price?” She asked.
Steph started to make a joke about having much more expensive pearls in stock, (one of the many reasons I love her, quick on her feet…and funny), when the woman caught her even more off guard, “From the Bible” she said, getting intense.
Um…no.”
Here is the rest of Steph’s email:

“Now I’m confused, but I’m listening.
She says that she IS a prophet, an angel on earth who walks with the light of the Lord. She tells the parable of the pearl and in her interpretation the pearl was faith in God and that he “sold all his earthly possessions to buy it” meaning that the man in the parable gave up all material possessions to walk with God.

Okaaayyy? Now I am really confused. Why was this person who talks of giving up material things shopping in a jewelry store? Am I being visited by a divine entity? What am I missing here? As a stand there, mouth agape, trying to process what she is saying…
She goes on to say that she has a letter for Moses who was supposed to be with her here. He was supposed to meet her here. He was supposed to “walk” with her.
(There is no emoticon that can convey my confusion at this point. I am dumbfounded.)
She hands me a folded piece of paper and asks me to give it to Moses.
I refrain from asking “does he still walk the earth?” as a smartass, because I can’t tell if I am in the presence of divinity or batshit crazy.

We exchanged a pleasant “good-bye, be well and God bless” and she left the store.

Since Moses was not available, we read her letter. Immediately, one of my colleagues starts making “crazy” comments, but I just felt sympathy for her. She obliviously believes in what she is saying. It did not seem like a charade or joke. She seemed to be sincere.

Needless to say, the jury is still debating over the possibility of divine contact. My best guess as of right now is a combination of true belief and a little bit of batshit.”

Crazy right?
Yes, I really do live a life where people send me these stories, asking for clarity. Because batshit is my specialty. Well, that and Estate Jewelry, chocolate bundt cake, and divine visitations. Needless to say, they know I’m not going to laugh, I’m obsessively curious, I take nothing at face value, and I’ve probably had something similar happen to me.
It has also been my experience that the Universe uses the disenfranchised of the world as messengers (less filters, no set schedules/obligations).

Case in point. Here is my response:

“All I can say is Wow! And Holy Cow!
I’d love to see what the letter to Moses said.

I don’t believe anything is random or a coincidence, that being said, if your co-workers hadn’t been around you and you could have had a solitary experience with this woman, what would YOU have thought of her?
Divine? Or batshit crazy?

I’m asking because I’ve come to believe that some homeless or seemingly fringe/crazy people are really Bodhisattva’s in disguise.

I once had a kind of, what appeared to be shady/fringe character, come to the Excalibur booth when we were on the dark, second aisle and I had worked there for a very short time. He seemed directionless, asking what I thought at the time were stupid questions: “Are you a happy person?’, “what makes you smile?” annoying stuff like that, all the while intermittently staring at me intensely and looking at watches. Batshit – right? I was alone and he was making me nervous.

He had on a man-purse (before anyone carried one) and when he could sense I was loosing my patience, he opened it, saying he had something for me… and pulled out a white feather and handed it to me. I declined, but he said he was sent to give it to me, so I took it. I still have it.

I think right about that time the owner walked up and said “Hey David” and introduced me to a “dealer” that I later found out was a loaner/free spirit who spent most of his time in Sri Lanka, India, and Burma, trading gemstones.

Five years later when I was going through all that weird energy shit and Terrence, my pocket shaman was working with me, he mentioned The Order of Isis. I was intrigued. (Isis the Egyptian Goddess, not the radical Islamic group – It was 1988) Anyhow, He went on to explain that it was part of ancient Egyptian mystery schools to induct young woman into The Order of Isis before an initiation. 

“Did anyone ever walk up to you and give you a white feather?” he asked, like that happens all the time.
I was flabbergasted as I recalled being handed that feather by David that day. “The white feather is her invitation, her calling card into The Order, now you’re just in the middle of the initiation.”

David and I never spoke about the feather, and I often wondered “why me?” he didn’t go to anyone else’s booth that day, handing out white feathers – just made a beeline to me. (I don’t wonder anymore- I get it)”

When she sent me the letter to Moses, it was kinda out there.
The woman had signed it so I looked her up. She is definitely fringe.
She causes trouble, minor stuff, nothing too major. No Grand theft or anything for Steph to be concerned about. She is around forty, has kind eyes and a nice looking mugshot from two years ago, and get this; they described her as a white MALE.

Aren’t we all going to feel foolish when Moses comes in to get his mail?

So there you have it. Another What-The-Hell-Wednesday. 
Divine or Batshit? Are they the same?
I choose to suspend judgment – I’ve learned my lesson.
Your call.

Do you have any stories for me? I’d love to hear them, you can’t shock me! You can email me at atikhome@me.com 
I’m starting to figure out that ya’ll like to email rather than comment.

Stay crazy!
Xox

5 Comments
  • wishing4peace says:

    Thank you! I actually wonder how the conversation would have progressed if the critical eyes of onlookers were not present. I wonder if would have been able to converse at all, actually. I was fairly stupefied because I was soooo caught off guard. My initial instinct is to respond with humor, but she was so intensely serious that it didn’t feel like something to joke about.
    I believe and agree with you about the seemingly fringe/crazy people are really Bodhisattva’s in disguise. It is up to us to try to embrace these ideas with an open mind instead of letting our fear of the “abnormal” shut us down. To fight the urge to be mocking and sarcastic and actually be open to listening is the real test. I know far too many who go straight to judgey criticism and I am trying not to be that way.
    On another note: On the occasions when something odd like this happens, I am usually fairly uncomfortable around the person with whom I am having the conversation. Tong-tied, slack-mouthed and stupefied are not my usual modus operandi. Do you think that has something to do with different vibrations or levels of energy? (Or is it the batshit-o-meter going into the red?)

    • jbertolus says:

      Hey Steph,
      The uncomfortableness comes, I think, from how “different’ they are. Yes, it’s energy, but it’s usually appearance and language and even smell sometimes. (On a side note, I have a friend that can smell “crazy”.)
      Anyway, I think it’s how different they are that gets our attention.
      I was telling R. a story last night about another mystical encounter I had with a homeless guy. (R said not to write about it, it was too weird, so of course I am!).
      As the story goes I had been searching high and low for some important insurance papers. They were not where I thought I had put them, and I was a bit frantic. I needed to find them.
      A few nights later, as I was leaving a restaurant in Venice, I gave my “doggie bag” to a homeless man sitting a few feet away. Without looking at me he opened the bag and the Styrofoam container, started mumbling loudly and to my horror threw it into the street, the food going everywhere! I jumped back, the action was so violent, and unexpected, and as I did, he looked up at me, with glassy eyes and yelled loudly “It’s behind the drawer!! It’s behind the drawer!!” Then he got up and walked away.
      He had the attention of everyone in the valet line and on the sidewalk, and as I got into my car I was shaking. What did he mean “it’s behind the drawer?”
      I told the story over and over for the next few days because it was so bizarre, until one night, after I meditated, it came to me. I went over to the drawer where I stored all my important papers, pulled it out, and low and behold, there were my missing Insurance papers! They had fallen behind the drawer!

      They are odd/fringe/whatever to get our attention. The Universe uses them because they offer no resistance.
      What do you think she came to tell you?
      You are valuable? Just like a pearl? Without polishing or faceting? Just as you are?
      xoxJ

      • wishing4peace says:

        That is one of the sweetest things anyone has every said to me. Thank you.
        ((HUGS))

  • dominator says:

    I’ve learned that we are all a little “weird” or “fringe” to somebody… But sometime, teachers come in the oddest package.
    Angels can’t always find Apollo bodies and wings, they use what they can.
    I’ve learn unconditional love from dogs,
    Humility from cats,
    Courage from a pan-handler
    and giving from a 5-year old.

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