Dear Readers,
Many of you know that I am past the point in my life where I have the capacity to announce the birth of a baby—mostly because I am too old to have one! However, nine months is a long time to wait for most things in life, which I just did, and I am finally at the end of it.
Last year, I wrote about about the infrequency of my (previously frequent) spiritual experiences. I think that I expressed some dismay, perhaps even concern about that, since I was so accustomed to receiving them quite often.
During that period of nine months, I began preparing for, and carrying out, another major move, which I also shared with you. So, I wondered if somehow the enormous amount of concentration that I necessarily needed to pay to all of that, was the reason for the interruption of the otherwise fairly frequent (para)normal aspect of my life. I had even gotten to the point of accepting that idea. Almost. Then, something happened.
I should say that some things (plural) happened.
Have you ever experienced synchronicity? Or synchronicities? You probably have, even if you did not recognize them right away, or know what they were called. Let me tell you about mine and see if they sound or feel familiar to you.
Over the weekend, I was playing around with a small decorating idea that involved tassels. Little ones. I wound up reading about them more than I expected to. Stay with me, now—
Later that day, as I was exploring what I could watch that evening on television, I came across a documentary that ticked off two boxes for me; namely, spirituality and history. The title was “The Channeling of Alexander Hamilton”. The content really does not matter for our purposes here, because this synchronization has to do with the fact that the medium had a large tassel on the wall behind her, as part of her décor. There were also six tassels carved into the woodwork of the rather ornate chair in which she was sitting.
Ah! I just realized a more important synchronous occurrence: about two days prior to this, I had asked my editor to make a correction on the previous essay I wrote about my ancestral cousin, which was to insert the name “Hamilton” in a paragraph where Jefferson had erroneously been placed. So, Hamilton came to the forefront of my mind, even after the essay was published. Coincidentally (or not), the medium in the documentary was channeling Alexander Hamilton. Hmmmm….
Of course, she was also being recorded as she received the messages that she was channeling, for use in the documentary. Only two days prior to this, my therapist and I had discussed a previous session that he had (with my permission) recorded of me. So far, tassels, recordings, and Hamilton.
I mentioned spirituality. Using the term broadly, I include both “normal” as well as paranormal experiences in the definition. Hence, channeling is included.
The next day, Sunday, as I awoke, I said, “Good Morning, God” to the Sacred. I do that a lot, so it is not unusual. It has always been one-sided (from me to the Sacred). What was surprising to me this time, for the first time, was that I heard a response: “Good Morning, Ann”. It was in a man’s voice, one that I recognized, but still have not been able to place. I think it is someone from my past history, or perhaps someone in my current life, and that is all I can decipher at this point.
Was I channeling someone, who is or was important to me? I do not know, but this was certainly new and unusual. In any event, I am not aware that I have the gift of mediumship.
Other than the obvious, this was different for me because whenever I have heard the Sacred in the past, if that is who I was hearing this time, it has always been without gender. This was not that way, so I began to wonder if what I had heard was the Sacred, or just someone buried in my mind. I do know this: if I am correct that it was the voice of a person, it was someone who would typically say exactly those words “Good Morning, Ann” to me. It is a beautiful, mellifluous, male voice, probably a baritone. I struggled to find anyone in my background. My late husband was a baritone, but it did not sound like him. My late father was a bass-baritone, but neither was it his voice, which I also remember well. Also, Dad called me “Annie”, not Ann.
As I tried to think of similar voices, I thought of the actor Sam Elliott, but this was not his very distinctive bass voice. However, here is another synchronicity: as I finished watching a program that I had chosen on Sunday night, at the end of it, the streaming service began to play an old movie with Sam Elliott. I watched it because I have always liked him as an actor. It was not his greatest movie, but it was enjoyable enough, and it also helped me to conclude that it was definitely not his voice that I had heard in the morning.
I am still working on this puzzle. Nevertheless, I am up to four synchronicities now: Hamilton, tassels, recording personal experiences (a private channeling and a therapy session), and Sam Elliott.
Here is the most important part: as I walked around my apartment on Sunday morning, after I had heard that morning greeting, I suddenly noticed a familiar feeling of parasympathetic “limpness” that has always preceded my spiritual experiences in the past. Feeling hopeful, I immediately walked to my favorite chair, sat down, and closed my eyes. The television was off. I might have automatically turned it off, because I always want to be completely available to these moments. What emerged was a beautiful, long sensation of deep Love. It permeated my entire body, but I felt it most deeply in my physical heart.
This type of experience, as some of you already know, is what I call a Visitation. There is no Voice with a message that I can hear, nor is there any Vision that I can see. This is simply a feeling of pure, profound Love.
There is no better place for me to be, when these happen.
This Visitation lasted for about forty-five minutes, which is longer than usual; typically, they are around twenty minutes in length. I wondered if the Sacred was being generous with me that morning because I had not had such an experience for so long. Any time that I guess at these things, I realize it is pure conjecture and perhaps even folly, but I cannot seem to stop my brain from thinking like this. Or wondering. I have also come to realize that it is harmless. I tell myself that “It’s okay, Ann”.
It is all okay. It is more than okay. It is a joy and a blessing.
And so, dear readers, I share this extraordinarily spiritual week with you, replete with synchronicities, and perhaps even a new (to me) experience of channeling. As I learned from the first mature metaphysical experience of my life nine years ago, I will have to wait and see. If I hear an actual voice again, even if only I can hear it, perhaps I will know that I have been given another psychic or mystical gift.
In any case, I am so very happy and grateful that my transcendent experiences have returned, even if it is — nine months later.
Copyright 2026, Ann L. Vivian
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