Ghost Hunter
TODAY'S DESTINATION:
Antiques Market
5500 Augusta Road
Greenville, South Carolina
I have a deep appreciation for vintage Décor. I don't want to own every item but I can appreciate it as something created by someone. regardless of the era, I appreciate its design. I appreciate its style.
I enjoy basking in the flow of thought as I browse the curves and corners of the aisles at the vintage stores. I do this with gratitude for the artist’s imagination that created it.
Browsing inspires my inner creator. It stirs my creative spirit into action. It’s normal for me to browse these shops for hours…
and as a matter of fact, that's exactly what I did today...
I wonder who I will encounter here; will it be my superhero or will it be Marshmallow Man? I ask, because I tend to meet the characters of my dreams in my waking life.
I have a dream, I mentally process what it might mean for me that day, and then elements of it show up in my daily encounters. I feel excited and expectant to see what more I can learn about my dream, and about myself, through what is revealed and what the revelation speaks.
Who you gonna call?
I found an old phone.
I think this old phone represents the old voices. The ones who used to call me away from my true purpose; from knowing myself fully. They called me away from calling into existence my dreams and deepest desires.
Consequently, even though I made forward progress at several points in my life, I was drawn back to square one many times. Why?
To deal with the ghosts of my past. So that, one day, I could say, “I ain’t ‘fraid of no ghosts!”
That was then...
This is now…
“Jeremiah 3:33 - Call to me and I will answer you, and will tell you great and hidden things that you have not known.”
What else did I find?
I didn't find Marshmallow Man. However, I did find my missing cape.
It almost feels like I've hung it up. Like there's no need for this tool anymore. It served its purpose, but I have now found my true power. I have called it out. I have nurtured it, honed it, and i use it at will.
I haven't yet perfected this tool, but I feel optimistic about my growth. It's now just a piece of memorabilia on the wall which used to represent my limitations. Both are up for sale, because I have no need for them anymore.
The ghosts of my past are like these antiques, old relics which I view with admiration for what they helped me learn, but from a healthy distance. I don't engage with them like before. I don't war. I have made peace with who I am, but love myself enough to continually seek to grow.
“Here Is Your God!
isaiah 40:3: But those who trust in the lord will find new strength. They will soar high on wings like eagles. they will run and not grow weary. they will walk and not faint.”
Until Next time…
[Image by Benjamin Balazs from Pixabay]