"Believe, I can" Pie or How I chose to believe in magic

Weekly Special

Hi my dear beloved customers,

What can I get you today? Beside love, I mean…

Let me tempt you with our Weekly Special : Our famous « Believe, I can » pie

As a good Bartender, I probably have already told the story of that pie dozens of times now but I am never tired of it and, since you are new here, I am delighted to be able to share it again with you for this magical story truly changed my life for good.

So there it goes: I was in Playacar, a beautiful area on the caribbean side of Mexico where my family and I are lucky enough to take a few weeks of vacacation almost every year. I was on the beach reading a Neale Donald Walsch’s book called « When God steps in, miracles happen ». As stated in my May’s book selection for Café 42, Neale Donald Walsch was the first author and human being who opened my mind to something else, the out there truth as would state Fox Mulder, the out-of-the-physical-world truth as I would.

With other spiritually connected human beings such as Neale, when you read something from them, you tend align your vibration on theirs, even though they don’t stand physically right next to you, and weird magical things will happen to you if you decide to pay attention to them. And that’s what happen on that day on the beach.

The book, as the title states, is a series of stories that were related to Neale by ordinary people to whom something extraordinary such as synchronicities or strange series of events happened and changed their lives forever. The one I was reading that day was about a mother who’s baby was between life and death at the hospital and she wanted to give her life in exchange of his if it meant the baby would live. The very night, she had a dream about an angel coming to her and telling her that she could die if she wanted to because she thought life was too hard but that her baby would be just fine if she chose to live and take care of him. Of course, that’s the choice she made. Neale Donald Walsch’s conclusion was that, even if no angel came to deliver us a direct message, we were all to play a part as an angel for someone at one point in our lives, giving them the message God needs them to hear at that very moment. I closed the book after finishing that story and thought that it would be so great if I could receive such a direct heavenly message myself. See, at that moment in my life, I was really searching for validation that what I sensed about life and the Universe was true and a direct message at that point would be very much welcomed.

When I got back from the beach, I checked my phone for messages. I had precisely received one from a friend who thanked me for a service I had provided for her and she specifically called me an angel. That made me smile for I knew exactly where it came from.

The same night, I had a very vivid dream in which I was singing a Karaoke song and I was impressed by the fact that I knew all the lyrics of the very long verse opening the song. I woke up in a very good mood and went to the kitchen to have my morning coffee with the song circling in my head without me paying any attention to it as it usually was the case when a song has hacked my mind for a few hours. I remember pouring hot water on my Nes in my mug, lifting my mug to my mouth and stop in mid-air strucked by the lightening of realization. There, I was hearing the song I had been singing in my dream and was stuck in my head since : It was “Don’t stop Believing” by Journey.

I was literaly stunned. It answered my interrogations so perfectly and gave me the validation I was longing for. Of course, I could have chosen to think it was just a beautiful coincidence and go on with my life untouched but, that day, I chose to believe. I chose to believe that the Universe was magic, that I had angels watching over me, that I was never ever alone and that I was loved and taken care of, no matter what.

After that, lots of things changed in my life, lots of new songs appeared from nowhere to guide and support me, I made the acquaintance of two of my guides, I wrote my first novel brought by a stranger that entered my life out of the blue and left as suddenly as he had appeared, and I probably would not be writing this post on Substack without those dream and song.

So, please, have a bite of that “Believe, I can” pie and see what happen for you as soon as you open yourself to love and magic. I can’t wait to hear from you about it in the comments.

Until then, I’ll be meeting my beloved regulars for a new track from my Life, the Universe and Everything playlist on Saturday and all of you for our next Weekly Special next Monday.

Lots of love,

Geay

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