Psychic Cleansing: Galveston Beach
I spent Friday on the beach at Galveston, Texas. The temperatures were approaching 100 degrees as I glanced back at the seagulls perched up in the rafters supporting the Hooters restaurant overhead. I had just finished my gourmet meal of “The Big Fish Sandwich”. The fish was so big it tried to climb off my plate.
I hoped the birds, perched over all my belongings, would not decide to send me a little gift. There were plenty of little gifts on the ground.
For two hours I must have tumbled around in the waves grasping my life-saving $2.98 float covered with cheerful pink circles courtesy of WalMart. Blue-shell crabs nipped at my feet. Jellyfish spawned hidden underneath the water. The sun tried to burn me and succeeded.
When the clock struck 4:00 p.m., I decided to move down to Galveston Island State Park to a more gentle side of the beach.
Seagulls cawed, pelicans flew in formation, children screamed and a fat lady in a too small bathing suit walked past me. She bent over several times to pick up seashells, but it was not a good day for scavenging, all the shells were broken in pieces.
After a long stroll down the beach, I collapsed into a beach chair, sunburned, exhausted and sandy, but felling very relaxed.
I was amazed as maybe 50 seagulls dive bombed into the water right in front of me. They were catching fish, but it seemed a dangerous way to get lunch. One by one they stopped flying, turned downward at a 90 degree angle and plunged head first into the water going at least a trillion miles an hour. I expected them to get their beaks stuck in the sand, then all I would see would be two little feed sticking up in the air.
[I know you can't see it, but the bird on the far right above the waves, that doesn't even look like a bird, is perpendicular to thewater and diving for fish. He was hitting the water so fast it was impossible to get a telephoto picture.]
The air suddenly shifted to cold and clouds roared in. Puffy, cumulus, scumulus, scary, angry, dark, foreboding clouds, but they were weaklings and never manifested any rain. When darkness fell the clouds parted and I saw my first ever bright orange full moon. But those bullying clouds promptly swallowed it back up.
Then the mosquitoes launched an attack and I headed for the car.
“Why are you telling us all this stuff about your day? Where is the psychic cleansing?”
Well, as I played and swam and walked and ran and burned and sang and danced wildly and made faces at the birds and threw sand at everybody… the water psychically cleansed my body.
The beach is one of the psychically cleanest places you can go. I always recommend that if a person is depressed or stressed out, the best place to head is to the beach or a body of water. I prefer the roar of the ocean, but choose a waterfall to stand under to clean yourself off if you prefer. And if you are not lucky like me and have lots of beaches to swim in, then imagine you are on the beach or under a waterfall or even a hot shower. If you can use your imagination, you can create your own psychically cleansing water.
The beach is clear and open, you can look forever toward the horizon. It is the place that I learned to “see psychically” for miles, where I learned to move through walls and building, where I learned to see under the ocean and even once I seemed to those on land that I disappeared. Obviously, I didn’t really disappear, my energy just went to Ireland.
Now, tell me, “What have you learned?”
- Beaches can psychically cleanse you.
- Waterfalls can cleanse you.
- Thoughts can cleanse you.
- Seagulls leave presents.
- When you go to Ireland, you disappear.
All in all, it was a very nice weekend.
Written by Sandra ColleRain Copyright © 2008