Today I am going to discuss “restless spirits”.
If you’ve ever found yourself somewhere that felt dark or gloomy, despite bright sunshine or beautiful physical surroundings, it could be a “disturbance in the Force”, so to speak.
In April of 2019, my husband and I did one of those “bucket list” trips and visited Asia.
The cruise started in Hong Kong (thankfully, before the political turmoil) and ended in Tokyo, where we stayed a few extra days and did a bit of exploring.
Tokyo was exhilarating and exhausting, often simultaneously. With a population of around fourteen million people in the city itself, I found myself experiencing sensory overload, but not in the one particular way I expected.
Later the same year, we traveled to Mexico, staying at one of the many new resorts situated between Cancun and Tulum in the Yucatán Peninsula. The property was sprawling and gorgeous, and rather isolated from other resorts (and the locals) by jungle, concrete walls and barbed-wire fences. While the resort was designed in every way to be a peaceful retreat, I soon found myself ill at ease.
Prior to arriving in Asia, I fully expected to be bombarded by spirits, even more than I had been in Argentina, a few years ago. Given the population density, I expected a large spirit population and more than a fair share of “restless” souls. Given the relatively sparse population density of the Yucatán, I didn’t expect to have many spirit encounters at all.
I couldn’t have been more mistaken.
On the first full day of our stay in Mexico, I was greeted by a contingent of Mayan spirits. They walked together out of the dense jungle and came to a stop about 20 feet from me. Then, a “leader” stepped forward and said, “What we cannot flood we will rot”, and motioned broadly across the resort property.
For me, the message was clear: tourists, resorts and the inevitable changes they bring were not welcome.
I had been in this part of Mexico twice before, and neither time did I feel a sense of calm or happiness.
On this third visit I now knew why.
In stark contrast, as I walked daily through the throng in Tokyo, I was approached by only one spirit. I sensed many, many spirits. But only as a constant flow of energy. Out of what had to be millions of spirits, accompanying loved ones to work, sightseeing and just being present, only one spoke to me. And they knew why I was so puzzled.
“We are, for the most part, at peace here. Those we left behind remember us, talk to us, and acknowledge our existence. We are just as alive to them now as we were before we were released from our bodies”.
And then the spirit resumed its journey. Perhaps to the Ginza to observe a Pachinko game. Maybe just some window shopping. Not forgotten, simply less visible than in an earlier time. Not dead. Just living in a different plane of existence. Not angry. Not much, anyway.
So, what then of the Yucatán? I believe the spirits there resent having their descendants displaced by construction projects. I believe they fear being forgotten by all but a handful of people. They are angry. And in the course of exuding that anger a dull yet perceptible darkness permeates the land and to some extent its people.
In closing, I would encourage you to trust your intuition when you visit a place (new or not) that seems to have a “vibe”. Be open to that vibe. It could be a growth experience for you.
Likewise, trust your intuition when you sense a spirit in your presence.
Speak to them as if they are physically present. Invite them to communicate to you.
It might be someone who knows and loves you.
Or it could be a “tourist” just looking to make a friend.
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