It seems Walter Mitty and Bees are not the only ones with secret lives; the kind where we step out of consenual reality into a dimension woven from idealistic visions and waking dreams.
As we crossed the threshold to a new year, a brief and magical glimpse from the moutaintop parted the veils between what has come before and what is to be.
It started with a computer glitch.
I was looking to book a flight from LGA to SAV on New Year’s Eve. I stared at my computer screen in stark disbelief.
Did I get that right?
Apparently a computer malfunction created crazy airline deals. I inadvertently stumbled into the window of opportunity.
As much as the deal saved me good money I was hauling some pretty heavy baggage so I knew I would make up the difference in pretty heavy fees.
I arrived curbside to check my luggage as the veils started to thin.
“Are you a gold, platinum or silver member?”
“None of the above”, I confirmed.
“Well you have a first class ticket here. No luggage fees.”
I have been flying a long, long time but never, did I ever fly first class. I was stunned, in a giddy, Walter Mitty sort of way.
“What an incredible gift to start the new year with! I’m not even sure where it came from?”
“Oh you know who to thank” the luggage attendant warned as he looked upward.
A moment of gratitude for this auspicious blessing was shared between me, Creator and the luggage clerk.
This is an airport mind you.
I show my boarding pass and am directed to the TSA free line. The one with no passengers.
The line between reality and beyond belief is disappearing rapidly.
After my carry ons are scanned a security guard humbly asks to search my bag.
My pendulum appears ominous when X-rayed.
Once the culprit was nabbed a little show and tell on how to use a pendulum to guide one’s life direction left the guard thoroughly fascinated. She couldn’t wait to start using one herself. A mutual exchange of appreciation, along with a promise to google pendulums, left both of our hearts open.
Should I remind you again I am in an airport?
As I step into Terminal D, divine intervention truly seemed to meet the third dimension as thousands of ipads stand as harbingers of hope beaming words that uplift over every countertop.
Use our ipads for FREE.
YOU MADE IT. RELAX.
Good things happen in an instant.
Make travel plans with your TV shows. (I am not sure what that even means but it sounds enchanted.)
Snacks everywhere are gluten free, dairy free, vegan and full of chia seeds.
I buy gum and discover I have just fed a family of seven.
Hope for humanity swells from every inspiratoinal ipad as if our luminous fields are being rewired to goodness.
The world feels wholesome as I eat a gluten free sunflower cup knowing a family in America has been fed.
Hearts of strangers meet in oneness as the illusion that we are separate perishes.
The world we have been waiting for is here.
It is now.
I have been to the mountaintop.
I have seen the promised land.
And the world is good my friends.
(Here’s another secret. Go see The Secret Life of Walter Mitty.)