...So, in the previous part of our little adventure, there I was, a short time ago and galaxies far, far away from normalcy, contemplating my impending move-in with a literal incarnation of the fire goddess Gabija.
Needless to say, when a friend pulled up to the house of the Abominable Landlady with his enormous van and a grin on his bearded face, I was pumped as all get out to get a literal move on. Me and the woman I'd be moving in with (aka Gabija Junior) had met once or twice more to go over the roommate contract and stuff like that - and she totally hit on me a little (remember the sensuous aspect of our connection my psychic buddy discerned in her tarot reading, plus my vision the night before I met her for the first time).
...Yeahhh, my life is a mediocre fantasy novel.
Anyway, I jam my stuff into my buddy's van (including the mold-stained memory foam mattress Landlady had given me just a little while before I woke up to the sound her knocking part of my wall in with a hammer to make room for an A/C unit that took two months to arrive...true story), and we take off into the star-dusted Spring night to a little apartment complex over in Aurora (one of Denver's less well-off, but still [mostly] friendly neighborhoods). I unpack my stuff and me and Gabija Junior get off to a friendly start. She loves to drink and party and her friends are always over being loud and inebriated and it's generally a blast. I'm not a big party type and I barely drink, but her gang is a fun group, and they're hilarious when they're drunk. Which is most of the time.
So yeah. Things are going well, but here's, like, the thing: in case it wasn't obvious, this woman has no idea that she's literally a fire goddess. Plus side is that I mention as casually as I can (sometimes this can be nerve-wracking, for those of you that are unfamiliar with the world of psychic practice and shamanism - it's a bit like coming out of the closet, if you're unsure what somebody's stance on all of that is) that I'm a medium, and she's totally cool with that. She's a little younger than me (I'm in my mid-twenties), and she's into astrology and all that, so when we catch up after work I'll mention tidbits of my medium and shamanic work as we shoot the shit about our lives. She mentions off-handedly at some point that she thinks it'd be cool to see spirits and stuff like that, and that it's something she wished she could do.
Looks like the target's getting closer. I offer to teach her a few things, free of charge (mentorship isn't something I charge for; in this day and age, a ton of people are waking up to the spirit world, starting to see energy, things like that. As a planet, we kind of need people like that these days. We've fucked up a lot of our relationships with nature and with each other, and spirit workers/energy healers and whatnot can bring a lot to the table in terms of fixing all that shit). She hesitates, says maybe, maybe not. She doesn't know if she's ready for that type of thing, and I'm cool with that. "Well, any time you want a reading, I'll totally give you one for free. Hashtag roomies!" I joke gleefully. She says she'll think about it. Says she's interested, just maybe in the future.
Meanwhile, I'm having these dreams. There are only one or two of them, but they're pretty striking. In one of them I sit her down to do the reading and I tentatively bring up the idea of what I'm calling for the purposes of this series of articles, "nonhuman humans." As soon as I do, she goes, "Am I a fire goddess?"
Her expression when she asks this is holy. I don't know how else to put it. Her eyes are closed, and she's looking down with light surrounding her face; like a saint or an angel in one of those medieval paintings. How can I put it? It was, like, a sacred question. Or something like that. And I've found that, sometimes, if you find yourself asking that question - either to yourself or to someone who deals in things like these - the answer could well be a resounding yes. Not always, but it's a possibility, folks.
So time goes by and we continue to get along. Then one day, she walks into the living room while I'm sitting there with my laptop doing work stuff, and she goes, "is something on fire?"
I pause and look at her. "Uhm, no, I didn't light any incense or anything." "Weird," she says. "I smell fire."
We both look around the room, but nothing's burning. Stove isn't on, fireplace hasn't even been used since I moved in. Which at this point was three or four months ago. She's got a big hookah pipe that she smokes all the time, but the coals have been cold for a day or so.
Here's the other thing: literally the night before this happened, I had been talking with a friend about this weird thing people call clairalience. It's like a psychic sense of smell. Think clairvoyance, but for your nose. Sometimes it happens to me with clients; the smell of cigarettes will waft out of nowhere if they have a smoking issue, or I'll catch a whiff of perfume if Freya is around (she's associated with cosmetics. Or so she says). There was even a Catholic saint named Christina the Astonishing (sometimes known as Christina the Amazing) who claimed to be able to smell the stench of peoples' sins.
Me and my mom used to smell fire sometimes, when she was taking me places in her car. This was my sophomore year of high school, which is when I had my first experiences with clairvoyance. And that was the specific example I was giving the friend that I was talking to just the night before Gabija Junior Roomie walks into the room one afternoon and smells the scent of fire, wafting up out of nowhere.
........Like I said. My life is a mediocre fantasy novel. But hell, I think it's worth a read. And isn't that what matters.
So time went by, and eventually she got more certain about the reading. We loosely planned a night of wine and #psychicthings, but before we got there, we had something of a falling out. We didn't get in an argument or anything, but she pretty much treated our place like crap. Then she'd get real passive aggressive with me about things I didn't do around the house - which was legit and everything. Not that it's fun to get called out on doing the stupid shit I do, like leaving the door unlocked a few times and stuff like that - but I appreciate it and when she'd call me out I'd get to fixing it right away.
However, like I said, the place was kind of a wreck. There were burns all over the carpet from her hookah coals, I ended up with trash duty waaaaayyy too much, her crap was all over the bathroom, and on and on and on. But since she seemed apt to lash out when I did something, I just didn't mention any of the stuff she did, 'cause I was afraid of yet another unreasonably negative reaction. Which was kind of stupid of me. Like, not the greatest decision in terms of a healthy roommate relationship. I probably just should've taken some time to come up with like a reasonable way to phrase all this so we could try to work it out and save the friendship. But that's how I handled it nonetheless.
So when the last straw fell, I gently suggested that she clean the filthy dishes in the sink or some such crap. She didn't respond well, and I just got fed up with her shite (that's Irish for shit). Soooo I pretty much stopped talking to her entirely. I was pleasant and polite when we interacted, but I just cut the friendly chats 'cause I was tired of dealing with it. So, yeah, again, I could've dealt with it better. But I decided for what must've been the zillionth time in my life to be a dumbass about things.
Needless to say, the reading never happened. I never got to bring up the fire goddess thing, and my housing contract expired a couple months after I got a frosty with her. She had been planning to move out then, and I already had another place lined up, so we went our separate ways.
Sigh.
So as far as I know there's just like this incarnate Lithuanian fire goddess walking around out there with like one fleeting psychic experience that might hint vaguely to her that she has some kind of connection with fire, if that ever happens to occur to her.
Bummer, right? Like, shit, man.
So at this point, you might well be all like, "welp, that was a stupid waste of everyone's time." What's the point, right? All that effort; the visions and the almost-revelations. Came to nothing, right?
Well, probably. If this were some dumb shit from an early 2000s buddy film I'd probably look at the camera like something really important was about to happen like, "No, secondary character sidekick guy, we're just getting started" and then this really great thing would happen and presto everything would be fine.
But like, plot twist, this is my real actual life, and while I have definitely had some success telling other nonhuman humans what they are without making too big of a deal about it, so that they can do cool things, it just doesn't happen like that all the time.
All these psychics and what have you tend to preach that everything ever is meant to be, that things are always unfolding as they should, but I think that's crap. Sometimes shit just don't line up the way it would if life was a little more awesome.
Maybe that's just my limited human perception; maybe there's a greater scheme that I'm not seeing. I wouldn't be surprised. But for now, all I can see is that the Gabija thing was meant to happen and it just didn't, because my roommate started being a dick and I made stupid decisions re:how to react to that.
However, that doesn't mean I'm going to stop trying. The ex-roomie is out of the question; I was so tired of her shit by the end that I'm not going to bother with her anymore. But she is far, far, far from the last incarnate spirit I'll meet, and things have been going better with those people in general in terms of waking them up to who and what they are.
Point is: this is a cool story, and it's not over. This may not give you hope re:nonhuman humans making the world more awesome again, but that doesn't mean it shouldn't inspire you to go out there and make some changes yourself. Hell, maybe you even read this article and go, damn, that could be me.
Which doesn't mean you should make a big deal out of it, because if you do the powers that be might just decide to humble your ass.
But it's still worth thinking about, because you might discover that you can do some cool things. Not that you can't do cool things if you're anyone ever, but just like a personal trainer works to make sure you can do cool workout things, I work to make sure you can do cool spirit things. No one cool thing is better than any other cool thing, if you ask me, but this is what I do, and I'm doing it for all the cool people out there who have yet to discover some of the cool things they can do. Which is why I'm writing this.
So yeah that's pretty much it for now. I originally had just one more article left in this series, but it keeps stretching on and on. But the next ones are going to go over some things you can do if you feel like you're from somewhere else, and being here kind of sucks in some ways because you're not from around here and the rules feel a little weird.
'Till next time.
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