Catch A Falling Star
Last night as I watching TV, something made me get up and go out on to my deck.( I estimate the time was somewhere between 8:10 and 8:15 because a programme I wanted to see at 8:15 was just beginning as I stepped back into the house.) It was a beautiful night with a light wind blowing in from the Atlantic, sparse clouds floating very high up, and lots of stars, nebulae and galaxies on offer for unlimited gazing. I often do this at night - spend a few minutes looking at the sky and thanking whatever is there to be thanked for the privilege of being able to see, being located in a relatively un-lighted area, and for having a second storey deck as a viewing platform. I always feel very fortunate and grateful when I am on the deck surrounded on three sides by mountains and with the sea in front of me. What was different last night was that I felt I was being urged to go out at precisely the time that I did. It wasn't something I considered and then decided to do; it was definitely coming from something other than my conscious will. I've learned not to resist these 'urges'; they always seem to have a purpose.
Catch A Falling Star
As on the deck and looked up at the universe spread out above me something suddenly caught my eye. It
was a flash of extremely bright, beautiful orange light. It was traveling very fast and seemed to be arcing as I watched it. I wasn't thinking about what it was, I just followed it with my eyes until it disappeared. It's been a very long time- perhaps decades - since I have seen a 'shooting star' which is perhaps explains why it took me a second to realize what I had seen. The image on the right of a Bolide an exceptionally bright meteoroid is very close to what I saw. When the penny dropped, I laughed out loud. I distinct feeling that this natural - and in some places fairly common occurrence - was a direct line to the capacity for joy that I have rediscovered in recent years. The shooting star made me happy. Very happy!
was a flash of extremely bright, beautiful orange light. It was traveling very fast and seemed to be arcing as I watched it. I wasn't thinking about what it was, I just followed it with my eyes until it disappeared. It's been a very long time- perhaps decades - since I have seen a 'shooting star' which is perhaps explains why it took me a second to realize what I had seen. The image on the right of a Bolide an exceptionally bright meteoroid is very close to what I saw. When the penny dropped, I laughed out loud. I distinct feeling that this natural - and in some places fairly common occurrence - was a direct line to the capacity for joy that I have rediscovered in recent years. The shooting star made me happy. Very happy!
What was it that had urged me to go out and look at the sky about a minute before the shooting star lit up the sky perfectly in line with the direction I was facing? What was it that knew the meteor was going to cross my field of vision and got me in position to see it? I certainly wasn't expecting to see a shooting star. I couldn't remember the last time I had seen one. So what had happened to make me go outside in time to see something that I hadn't seen here before despite many hours of 'star gazing'? Do we have something akin to the radar used by birds to sense their way around in the vastness of the sky, some as yet undocumented neurological ability to anticipate events - even as far distant as thousands of kilometres away in space? Or was something else 'prompting' me to go outside at just the right moment?
The Time Prompt Connection
I think it is important to ask this question because earlier in the day I had the experience of the 11:11 time prompt. I've written previously about this phenomenon. One of the strange aspects of it is that I<
first became aware of it when I glanced at a digital clock on a DVD machine in my living room and the time was 11:11. I thought nothing of it until it happened again at 4:44 that afternoon, at 11:11 PM that night and again at 4:44 the following morning. What was going on all of a sudden with these highly synchronized events? Were they a signal of some kind? As time passed, I had reason to interpret them that way.
first became aware of it when I glanced at a digital clock on a DVD machine in my living room and the time was 11:11. I thought nothing of it until it happened again at 4:44 that afternoon, at 11:11 PM that night and again at 4:44 the following morning. What was going on all of a sudden with these highly synchronized events? Were they a signal of some kind? As time passed, I had reason to interpret them that way.
As it happened, the life of someone very dear to me fell apart not long after I started getting these 'time prompts' and started to pay attention to any feeling that accompanied them. In the 20 years since 11:11 started showing up in my daily life, I've noticed that most often the 'feeling' of 'a sentient presence' accompanies it. Good grief! I just glanced at my computer clock because of a distinct 'urge' to look right then and it was exactly 1:44:44 PM! Right. OK. Whatever it is that urged me outside last night to be utterly transported on a wave of sheer joy at seeing the shooting star, just did it again as though in affirmation of my feeling that these 'co-incidences' are actually something else. Now, if I could only figure out what...
The book on meteoroids cited in the post is available HERE.
Image credits: Perseid Meteor Shower and Bolide Meteor courtesy of Wikimedia.
