The Universe Is At My Door

Was that the door bell?

I peered over to my bedside clock – 5:38 a.m. – heart racing from being jarred out of my slumber, was that real or was I dreaming? I waited a few moments in silence to see if I could hear anyone at my door or if they would ring the doorbell again, but I knew there was no one there, at least not in the physical.

Clairaudience, which means clear hearing, is the ability to perceive sounds or words from outside sources in the spirit world. The sound of my door bell ringing came from outside of my head but I knew in an instant it did not come from the electrical device attached beside my front door. I’ve experienced this kind of phenomenon before and knew this was a call from beyond this earthly realm.

After I got up for the day, I looked up the symbolism of hearing a door bell in one’s dream on the internet because, where else would you find the answer to a spiritual message nowadays. It said that I was being awakened to a new aspect of my being and I’m supposed to “open the door” to it.

I texted my sister and told her my experience and she replied, Well then open the door and welcome the new aspect.”

I could lie to her and tell her I didn’t know what that new aspect was, but we’d both know I was full of crap. It was her next text though, that prompted me to write this post. She said, “Maybe your subconscious wants you to open that door NOW!”

She was right. You see the universe had been sending me little messages for a while now. Mostly the usual ones like seeing 11:11 or putting events or classes in my face for me to see. But two weeks ago after I set some intentions and took a few steps, it upped the ante and sent a big gun spiritual messenger – an owl. Not once, but 3 times in the last two weeks.

For me a visitation from an owl is what started me on my spiritual journey in the first place so when one perches itself in the tree right outside my bedroom window on 3 separate nights and hoots for an hour at a time, I knew the universe was trying to get my attention.

I was beginning to feel like this last decade or so had been a sideways jaunt off my personal life path. One that was necessary to learn the skills, knowledge and wisdom I would need to go forward into the next phase of my life but now I needed to show proof, or write the final exam to prove I had been paying attention and was qualified enough to graduate life school and get back on my real path.

On a side note: My word of the year is in fact, qualified, and although I chose it because I felt I have achieved qualification, or the maturity level if you will, to finally and truly be my authentic self, it was not a declaration to the universe that I was ready to embrace a new aspect of my being. Or was it?

Still I hesitated. Why? Was it fear, laziness, lack of confidence, or maybe all 3? Or was it the reality that I had to put all that I’ve learned in the last dozen or so years out there in the world and finally show up as who I truly was meant to be; a confident, mature, sovereign soul.

All of these spiritual messages where just friendly reminders, similar to the texts or emails you’d get from your doctor’s office reminding you of an up-coming appointment but having the universe ring my metaphorical door bell this morning was the signal that time was up, open the dam door and step outside and get on with it.

So today I’ll answer the proverbial door.

To do that, I’ll need to go way back to give you some context to this story.

I have always been a creative person and was blessed as a child growing up to be surrounded by folks who taught me all kinds of skills and crafts. My passion during my younger years was fiber arts, but mostly sewing. I had a great grandmother who would send my mother boxes of fabric after she gave up the hobby of sewing herself, so I had plenty of supplies to experiment and learn techniques with. As a young married mother I had a custom children’s wear business and then later, progressed into quilting and was successful designing patterns and teaching the craft. That all stopped around a dozen years ago and I no longer had the desire to create anything. Sure I hemmed the odd pant leg or sew on a missing button but other than that, my craft room sat dormant gathering dust. Until about 10 months ago.

Just like that, I woke up one day last May and had the desire to go down to my studio and create. But the fiber of choice was now paper not fabric. I began cutting, pasting, painting, stencilling, and before long, I’d created a handmade journal.

My focus was changing and I desired to write less and less and create journals more and more. I’ve been writing this blog for coming on 10 years, I felt as if I have said all that I needed to say and have vacillated back and forth on whether I should pull the plug on Crone Confidence, or not. Curiously though, at the same time, my readership was growing like crazy. It seems that the universe has a sense of humour or loves a good dilemma – do I just throw out all this work when people are still reading it?

In truth, this has been part of the reason I have hesitated on this “new aspect of my being” that the universe is calling me too – but could I do both?

I am here today to say to you, my readers and to the universe, that I have answered the door bell but only to say that Crone Confidence is not being shelved but is evolving just as I am. Over the next few weeks you will see some pages being removed – I will no longer be taking on any coaching or mentoring clients and I will no longer be offering Intuitive Tarot Card Readings, and you will begin seeing some new pages on this site emerge with more of a creative vibe. Plus, I will be offering my handmade, one of a kind journals for sale, so expect to see that new aspect of my being soon as well.

If there is one thing that I can say for sure, is that life is a journey full of twists and turns. I like to think of that journey as a spiral. We may come back round and pass by the same places later on in life but with the added knowledge and wisdom we have hopefully acquired. The altitude we now see that same place from, puts us at a higher perspective so we’ll see a much broader view.

I am reminded of the main character, Santiago, in Paulo Coehlo’s book, The Alchemist. Santiago is compelled to travel the world for years searching for an elusive treasure he is sure will make his dreams come true. Along the way, he meets many people who help him out, and teach him many things as he overcomes life’s obstacles only to find out the treasure, had always been right under his feet back where he began.

Or, as Glinda the good witch from the Wizard of Oz said, “You’ve always had the power my dear, you just had to learn it for yourself.” 

So the universe rang my door bell and I must answer the call. It is my wish, and great hope, that you will come along with me as I step outside of the Crone’s old framework and create something new.

I can promise, you will continue to see a little bit of wisdom, a little bit of woowoo, but from now on, it’s the creative life for me. It has always been inside of me and as Dorothy told the Wizard, ”  “If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own back yard. Because if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with!”

P.S. I let you know if the universe approves of my answer.

And in case you were curious, here’s a sneak peek of my latest journal. I call it “Green with Envy”. If you are interested in having it as your own, it’s $100 plus the cost of shipping. Please message me if you would like more information.

Sorry, journal is sold.