Shift Happens

"So... you're not really from here... eh?"  I throw all my charm and then sarcastically emphasize the stereotypical Canadian "Eh." 

"Nope, but I love being here.  It's nice and cold." 

For a person that has seen more shades of grey in Raincouver than the bestselling soft porn series, I roll my eyes and loudly groan, "Dude... you are one weird little man."

"I thought we have already established that.  Remember... I'm an alien," he giggles.  I'm driving in the dark so my usual approach of studying his facial expressions would technically mean I wrote my own death certificate.  Regardless if my two eyes can't provide evidence, my third eye tells me he's grinning ear to ear with his proclamation.  I silently faced palmed myself and chuckled, "I forgot you're a master starseed and lucky for me we both eloquently speak the same language.  Sarcasm." 

So a quick overview from "Spiritual Shit For Dummies."  (On a random side note I'm totally thinking I should write this book).  There are teachings out there that say 30% of the spirits hanging out on Earth actually have soul origins from other galaxies or planets or dimensions or star systems (insert all things ET).  Categorized as starseeds, these souls usually are here on a mission to assist the Earth souls with, well... let's face it... we need all the help we can get on this 'effed up world.  Of the 30%, one percent of these Spirits are master starseeds.  What has earned them the title of master is that they have reached spiritual and physical maturation and when the time is right, their code is activated and their "veil of amnesia" is lifted.  I swear to you.  As good as my imagination is, I can't even make up this kind of shit.  So in a nutshell, Trevor has the unhuman gift of being directly linked into other light beings that don't live here on this Earth.  On his journeys, his Spirit travels to where his Guides are and they literally download information into him.  Other intuitives practice mediumship where information is given to them through an open channel.  The tricky side of mediumship or channelling is that depending on the channeller's perceptions and life experiences, the subtle information travelling through this dense planet is most likely going to be discombobulated and inevitably misunderstood.  So if that message from your beloved dead Aunt Edna was suppose to be: "Kick that asshole to the curb and don't worry I got your back" could have easily been misread as "Kiss that apple on the nerd and wash your rack."  Obviously you're going to think your psychic link has had one too many Bailey's in the morning or if you're a strong believer in her abilities you're going to be kissing a whole lot of random nerds in hopes of finding that prince.  Trevor doesn't have to go through misreading anything.  Like a computer, he just shows up at said destination, calmly chit chats about the idiots inhabiting Earth with said Guides, they download him the next set of Divine code and he perks right into action with what needs to be done.  The information is purely and cleanly uploaded with no distortion of miscommunication.  Whaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaat? I know right? Insane.

So what does a master starseed look like? Humbly, like an ordinary man. Due to my svelte Facebook stalking prowess, I have seen his profile picture before meeting him. He kind of looks like one of those muppets on Sesame Street because when he smiles, his smile is so giant that it takes up half of his head. When I finally met him in person, I teased him about being short and his response was, "Isn't that like calling the kettle black." I snarkily responded, "No, it's more like giving an expert opinion."

After studying all these different intuitive abilities I have concluded that my intuition is feeling energy and I have dubbed my "molesting" abilities pretty much on the level of Energy Whore. I unintentionally, unabashedly and without your permission totally invade your sacred space and "feel" you out before you can even speak or bat an eyelash. And I do it ALL the time. I now understand why my personal bubble is so much bigger than the average person and why I don't actually enjoy people hugging me. When I was working at IKEA for 8 years, the corporate culture was European based so people were constantly hugging and kissing each other as part of their greeting ritual. I am not a compulsive hugger and if you're a stranger then it makes it extremely awkward.  Prior to the journey of discovering Self, I just dismissed the uncomfortable feeling from hugging as being Asian.  As a true, respectable Asian we are taught showing emotion is a sign of weakness, and if you absolutely must, it can only be in the form of rage.  If you haven't notice, this is why hardcore Asian moms over feed their children to show their affection of love.  Now I understand it's not my Asian upbringing but because when I am near people, we energetically mingle and I take away more than a simple hug from the exchange.  So yes, I did indeed pick up on those skeletons you shoved deep into your closet which is why my Energy Whore is screaming "Abort mission, abort mission... stop the hugging!"

My first reaction to his profile picture was that he was a strange, quirky man.  I was uneasy but not threatened.  When I told Laura this, she had a good laugh and affirmed that I was correct, he indeed is a quirky dude.  When I met him finally in person, he was still a strange, quirky man but I understood why.  His energy was so different.  I have only been around this type of energy twice before.  Once when I was in my teenage years back on the Muskoday reserve when I met Henry the Medicine Man/Shaman.  The second time would be with Annar, my talented psychic based in Coquitlam.  I now wonder if those two were also master starseeds.  For the basic human sensory system, you will pick up that Trevor is uber gentle and being around him is like a spa for your soul.  You'll feel relaxed, at ease and your daily stresses will momentarily dissipate in his presence.  For the more intuitive systems, you will feel that his gentleness is more feminine in expression and his soul purpose is to assist others.  For some strange reason, even though Trevor normally helps others, I feel my role is to help him. 

I don't discriminate against anyone so in my true form, I extend my usual, courteous signature sarcasm and socially ill-equipped, filterless observations to Trevor fully ignoring his master starseed title.  The human side about Trevor is he enjoys playing musical instruments.  As a past musician that enjoyed a great deal of success in his earlier years, he retreats from the often heavy reprieve of saving souls by plunking strings on a ukulele.  Yaaaaaa... you read that right.  Doesn't your master starseed strum a half guitar?  You should have heard the howl I let out in the sushi restaurant when he told me his goal was to be the best ukulele player in Australia.  I almost choked on my overpriced raw fish.  "Are you kidding me?  You are PROCRASTINATING Mr. Gollagher!  You're suppose to assist humanity to the next level of ascension not mastering the ukulele.  Quit slacking and get your head back into the game!"  He smirks at my judgement and says he's just waiting for his turn so in the meantime he's going to strum along.  I stare in disbelief and realize the quirky part of this master starseed equation is his human suit.  Being human is enjoying the simple things in life.  Alrighty then, well if that's the case I don't feel so bad about enjoying this beautifully prepared sushi even though the entire world is falling apart around me.  As the noble sign says:  Keep Calm and Carry On.

I discuss my conspiracy theory with him.  He tells me I am over thinking everything and everything will unfold as it should.  I really, really, hate it when Laura and Trevor tell me this.  My over-thinking, analytical mind wants to whop them in their enlightened head and scream, "WTF!  Something big is happening!  I know you can feel it too but you're being all starseedy and doing the mastery thing and remaining calm before the storm!"  My conspiracy theory is that highly sensitive intuitives are being bombarded with this new level of energy infiltrating our lives.  Wearing the human suit, they have fallen to sudden illnesses and are being mentally, emotionally and physically fatigued.  I believe it started in September and then shit crested in December.  In January, all the more publicly known intuitives mysteriously went quiet online.  Not a peep.  I suspect they got "ungrounded" (spiritual term for losing their cool) and went into retreat to quietly re-evaluate themselves.  I have a feeling that those that will pull through the influx of new energies will shine brightly as planned but during this metamorphism this Chicken Little is screaming the Sky is Falling.

In the meantime, you'll find me enjoying the simple things like sunshine, sushi and welcomed hugs from weird little men from another planet.