The Universe provides signs by offering distinctive directions, much like a GPS system, if you are aware and paying attention. Flying books are one of those signs.
The first time it happened to me I was in Yokefellows Bookstore in Framingham, MA. Leisurely pacing up and down an aisle, a book flew from the shelf and landed at my feet. I picked it up and just stared at the title, then shifted my eyes to the space where it had fallen from, then back to the title. It crossed my mind that someone on the other side of the aisle returned a book to its rightful place, which resulted in my book being rudely shoved on the floor. Examining the bookcase I discovered that this bookshelf had a solid back.
I placed the book back on the shelf and reconciled myself to the logical thought that it was probably sitting precariously on the edge and the vibration of my walking up the aisle had caused it to fall. As I continued searching other titles, I heard a book fall again. Turning, I remember feeling sick in my stomach — it was the same book. I picked the book up and purchased it. The book was The Seth Material by Jane Roberts.
Throughout the years I purchased every book written by Jane Roberts, whose writing and insights stretched my belief system and exercised my mind like a Pilates class.
Books still fly at me, and I still question this rare occurrence. The location is not a factor. This phenomenon has happened to me in intimate title bookstores, where you can smell the dust and mold, as well as those new book chain stores that serve up overpriced croissants. I’ve yet to determine if my own energy causes the book to fall off the shelf, or there is some guiding intervention by a discarnate entity. When this experience happens, I feel my personal shopper is helping me make a decision on reading material that I, obviously am too stupid to select on my own.
I purchase whatever is thrown at me, due in most part, to a feeling of higher obligation, that if I don’t accept this unseen gift of guidance the experience will somehow cease to happen.
Jone always had some otherworldly experiences happening to her, and usually she found there was a real-world reason that these occurrences happened. All adding to her knowledge about the netherworld that defies our human understanding. She also found that she could use her own powers in moving items through her thoughts. On one New Year’s Eve, we found ourselves at separate celebrations, however, she said to me — “I’ll be right there celebrating with you!” I asked, “really — how will I know!” She laughed her infectious laugh, and said “Oh, you’ll know!” Well the midnight hour approached and we were getting ready to cheer on the New Year — when the clock started to chime, and I heard a loud startling bang! I looked around — and there on the floor was one of the biggest books I’ve ever seen lying on the floor! The hostess, who was also startled looked dumbfounded as she said ” that book has been on that shelf for years, and has never been moved” — we all took a deep breath, as the shock of that sound dissipated from our psyches, and we shared a nervous chuckle! The next day, Jone called, and cheerily asked — “did you know when I arrived at your party?” Astounded, I replied — “that was you?” She just laughed and laughed. I told her it scared the blazes out of the party-goers — but certainly made for an interesting celebration. So I guess Jone developed her own ability to toss books off of the shelves. I have to smile when I think of the many ways that Jone brought a little mystery, inscrutability, and enigmatic nuances into my life. Life is a little less eccentric without her quirky sense of humor, and a lot less fun!