Another Monday

Another Monday

A story of a family legacy and their special gifts

Ah another Monday; class, work and home by six p.m., just in time for a quick yoga sesh and as we millennials would say,“self-love” – shower, wine, a good hair and face mask, accompanied by dinner with babes. But today felt different, I couldn’t shake this feeling that something was, as my grandmother would say, “amiss.”

My grandmother LuLu, is hands down my favorite person in the entire world, she has taught me a great deal about myself and our family legacy - long ago we were given special gifts and these gifts have been passed down for generations. I personally, can walk through space and time, which allows me to easily access different realms and communicate with the different creatures and walks of life, I can also feel others’ emotions and hear their most intimate secrets – insecurities, fears, and doubts. But with great magic comes great responsibility which is why we were chosen to be the warriors of light and use our powers to fight the war of darkness and uplift the collective.

Earlier in the day, I was walking into work and saw this random old blue minivan, which was quite random and out of place considering how ritzy and fancy this town and company is. Most people around here wouldn’t be caught dead in anything less than “luxury” – I of course, could care less, I come from financially humble beginnings – our family passed down gifts, not cash and these gifts were looked at as “witchcraft” and “dark magic” by most of society, so everything, including the war of the realms and darkness had to be kept under wraps.

This van sat in the parking lot all day, there was no one inside, so I all I could do was let it go and chalked it up to a new employee; I too, had to start somewhere and work my way up, so I proceeded to continue with my day. For lunch, I opted to head to the park just around the corner from the office and while I was sitting on the bench, a huge barn owl soars above me and lands on the arm rest – I looked in awe, it was decorated in soft plush brown and white feathers and I thought to myself “since when do owls hang out at parks in the middle of the day?” We sat in silence, staring at each other, and after a few minutes it just flew away. I knew this wasn’t a normal owl, my great grandmothers spirit animal was an owl – she had a lot of respect for them due to their wisdom and ability to see from higher perspectives, so this, was a heads up…but for what?

I rushed through the second half of work, eager to get home to see if anything was off, but once I arrived, there was nothing special happening. Everything was in its place; it was just a normal, Monday...I decided it was time to shake these feelings and cook dinner so I could call it a day. After my shower and self-love routine, I threw on my pjs' and went to pull the shades down so I could snuggle with my babes and pass out for the night when I noticed…the old blue MINIVAN! It was parked right outside my front yard, I muttered “ummm I’ll be right back hunny, just going downstairs to grab a snack” – the sentence landed on deaf ears as babes was already passed out, the snores lingered behind me as I grabbed my robe, slipped into my slippers and headed down the stairs and out the front door.

As I walked outside, a small woman jumped out, it was the librarian, Mrs. Dobson, she worked at the local library just up the street, she motioned for me, opened the door and smiled, then said, “hop in, she’s waiting.” I don’t normally condone jumping into random vans, but my gut told me to get in, so I did. A few moments later we arrived at what looked like an abandoned building, covered in mother nature, and once again the Mrs. Dobson said, “go in, she’s waiting.” I walked slowly into the building and once I got inside it was stunning! A library full of golden literature with 100 feet ceilings, it was absolutely breathtaking and in the middle of the room was a large desk and plushy chair, from the back I can hear a voice, “Hi baby, did you get my owl? We need to talk.”

I gasp in disbelief, “Great granny Pearl?” -- “Yes, it is me, I’ve missed you.” I then realized, I was no longer in my reality but in the realm of the spirit, and there was my great grandmother, short, big brown eyes, large round glasses and her infamous blue dress dancing with a delicate white floral pattern, I couldn’t believe it was her, her soft voice interrupted my active thoughts,

“We don’t have much time, here take these books, READ THEM baby girl, knowledge is power, and you will need this, you’ve been chosen.”

“Need to know what?” “Chosen for what?” I stammered.

“You’ll know soon enough, use your discernment, use your GIFTS, and stop talking so much! Stay quiet, stay discrete and READ baby girl, don't forget to READ THESE!”

Next thing I hear is a loud KNOCK, KNOCK, KNOCK, and my babes voice trailing behind, “Hunny, it’s time to wake-up, and why on Earth are you in the guest room?” I was stunned and confused, how did I get back from the realm of the spirit? What is to come? Why have I been chosen? And, an even better question – What have I been chosen for?