I have a land line phone again, except it's not to this land. I've built this thing I call a Tesla coil of lounge in the backyard, which is an empty metal spool from them running broadband fiber, and I've laid it sideways, hung a bunch of pentatonic wind chimes on it, and dead center in the middle, as I've done a number of places around the house, I set up a big ass railroad spring I found (like 15 inches tall) and stuck a hefty quartz rock on top. This particular quartz was retrieved by my ol' lady from my ancestral lands up in Wards Gap when we were down there one time, going down the dirt road my kin would've lived on, except I had to stop because my Corolla was not gonna handle that incline safely, on a dirt road, and we were at a small enough pull-off to turn around, or likely be committed to going to wherever that road took us, against our will (point of no return). But she made me stop as I was 7-point turning it, and she hefted a big ol' chunk of quartz into the trunk. So even though I have a number of railroad springs with a quartz rock on top of it, this one is especially strong, and it's positioned in the middle of this metal spool contraption with pentatonic clangs going all the time. Plus, I've put painted bottles and animal bones and turtle shells and railroad spikes and other magical ephemera on top of it. Plus there's more quartz rocks being dumped from time to time in the middle, and we planted tulips and daffodils around it, and a giant forsythia already touches it nicely on the clothesline side of things.
Well, there was some old satellite cable or something that runs beneath the ground right there that got uncovered. I cut it near the Tesla coil of lounge, and spliced it over to the center part of this growing contraption. Then I ran the other end from where it was going to the house, traced it to the inside, and hooked up a phone jack there, just connecting wires all willy nilly, because conceivably they connect to nothing manmade. But I got an old phone (of course) that I went ahead and plugged in, you know, just because. If you're gonna build an elaborate nonsense, you gotta sell the angle all the goddamn way.
Here's the thing though... the fuckin' phone actually rings from time to time. Despite the shocking nature of this, I of course answered, because it also makes perfect sense. I went, "Hello?" the first time, and all there was on the other end was a humming sound, I guess organic (natural) but also with a weird harmonics to it. Over time, I've kinda deduced that maybe this is ancestral spirits calling in on me, or it might just be the general magical energy of the Earth. And honestly, from the moment we moved into this house, with the weird shit that's going on in the woods down behind us, the kids automatically said it was like we had moved into a Miyazaki movie, so it could just be generalized Earth spirits of ignored eras and planes.
I've come to understand the tone of the hums better. Certain harmonic hums mean I'm mostly doing okay, so I can ask for blessings to paths and projects I'm already on. But other harmonic tones I can tell have concern to them, and this means my paths and projects might need adjustment. So I ask the questions that come to mind to try and figure out what the Universe is trying to tell me. This isn't always easy, communicating in my version of English language, to spirits that may or may not even have ever used this particular tongue. One time, notably, the phone rang a couple times a day for four or five days in a row, with a concerned hum, and I kept asking questions to try and figure out what I needed to adjust. I started with bigger things, and it never stopped the calls, and I kept spiraling the questions I asked to the hum, until I ran out of major things and dialed it back down to less cataclysmic concerns, and seemingly it turned out, I just needed to stop wearing blue so little. Like, I used to rarely wear blue clothes, because I just didn't rock with that color. But in all my wondering what I might be doing wrong, we somehow got around to asking about wearing blue, and the hum softened, after a few days of these calls. So I started wearing blue. And to be honest, it's been pretty great. That color unlocks a whole different vibe in a lot of spaces, which I had been closing myself off to, unnecessarily.
Don't take that as me suggesting you should wear more blue. We all have different congresses of spirits speaking a chorus of guidance to us. I don't really know how to tell you to try and build a phone like this. Mine happened accidentally, but also looking back, was just as intentional with purpose even if I didn't know the purpose. So I guess just attune yourself to building energetic contraptions in your life that are intentionally purposeful by accident. And then listen for the calls. And if you get them, you gotta answer. A whole lot of people get these calls, all the fuckin' time, but never bother answering. Why would you diss your chorus of unexplained spirits like that? That's crazy.
Well, there was some old satellite cable or something that runs beneath the ground right there that got uncovered. I cut it near the Tesla coil of lounge, and spliced it over to the center part of this growing contraption. Then I ran the other end from where it was going to the house, traced it to the inside, and hooked up a phone jack there, just connecting wires all willy nilly, because conceivably they connect to nothing manmade. But I got an old phone (of course) that I went ahead and plugged in, you know, just because. If you're gonna build an elaborate nonsense, you gotta sell the angle all the goddamn way.
Here's the thing though... the fuckin' phone actually rings from time to time. Despite the shocking nature of this, I of course answered, because it also makes perfect sense. I went, "Hello?" the first time, and all there was on the other end was a humming sound, I guess organic (natural) but also with a weird harmonics to it. Over time, I've kinda deduced that maybe this is ancestral spirits calling in on me, or it might just be the general magical energy of the Earth. And honestly, from the moment we moved into this house, with the weird shit that's going on in the woods down behind us, the kids automatically said it was like we had moved into a Miyazaki movie, so it could just be generalized Earth spirits of ignored eras and planes.
I've come to understand the tone of the hums better. Certain harmonic hums mean I'm mostly doing okay, so I can ask for blessings to paths and projects I'm already on. But other harmonic tones I can tell have concern to them, and this means my paths and projects might need adjustment. So I ask the questions that come to mind to try and figure out what the Universe is trying to tell me. This isn't always easy, communicating in my version of English language, to spirits that may or may not even have ever used this particular tongue. One time, notably, the phone rang a couple times a day for four or five days in a row, with a concerned hum, and I kept asking questions to try and figure out what I needed to adjust. I started with bigger things, and it never stopped the calls, and I kept spiraling the questions I asked to the hum, until I ran out of major things and dialed it back down to less cataclysmic concerns, and seemingly it turned out, I just needed to stop wearing blue so little. Like, I used to rarely wear blue clothes, because I just didn't rock with that color. But in all my wondering what I might be doing wrong, we somehow got around to asking about wearing blue, and the hum softened, after a few days of these calls. So I started wearing blue. And to be honest, it's been pretty great. That color unlocks a whole different vibe in a lot of spaces, which I had been closing myself off to, unnecessarily.
Don't take that as me suggesting you should wear more blue. We all have different congresses of spirits speaking a chorus of guidance to us. I don't really know how to tell you to try and build a phone like this. Mine happened accidentally, but also looking back, was just as intentional with purpose even if I didn't know the purpose. So I guess just attune yourself to building energetic contraptions in your life that are intentionally purposeful by accident. And then listen for the calls. And if you get them, you gotta answer. A whole lot of people get these calls, all the fuckin' time, but never bother answering. Why would you diss your chorus of unexplained spirits like that? That's crazy.
