I'm constantly being asked why "The Glass Gypsy?" Well, I have been drawn to gypsies and fortune telling since I was a child, and can be seen here as the one in the middle holding the crystal ball, wearing glasses. I was 10 or 11 years old at the time, and had been one of the attractions at a Jerry Lewis Muscular Dystrophy fund raiser that was held at our house. I also happen to be a glass artist, so why not blend two of my favorite passions?
Gypsies, herbs, witches, Angels, crystal balls, ESP, ghosts, Tarot cards, and psychics have fascinated me since I can remember. Growing up in a strict Catholic family, the metaphysical field wasn't exactly embraced and I clearly stood out as the "woo-woo weirdo" of the family.
Attending Catholic school did little to change my intrinsic beliefs of a larger, loving and supportive Spiritual world. In fact, I often argued with the nuns, challenging things like "Original Sin," "Purgatory aka Limbo" and the "Immaculate Conception." I wanted their answers to fit into my world of Universal Law - even when I was in first grade and didn't even know what Universal Law was! I just knew what I knew - and I never questioned how I knew what I knew for a second because it simply was.
Reading the Bible and dissecting the passages of the various Books of the Lord was SSOoooooo painfully frustrating for me. There was zero flexibility of interpretation when it came to the teachings - you were expected to believe what you were being told, and never question.
When we got to Angels and the miracles, I began to pay attention. They were my proof of a larger and greater power - one that was generous, loving and supportive. This energy was bright and shiny, and inclusive to anyone who wished to see, feel or believe in it. This energy was NOT punitive, dark or fighting to be heard - it was just there for the taking.
My beloved maternal Grandfather knew I was a sensitive child and he was always there to listen and nod patiently with understanding when I would describe things I saw or knew about a situation or person. Sometimes I would say someone was "green" or "purple" - and he knew exactly what I meant because he saw them that way too.
And the shadows/shapes I'd see in a room were sometimes like dark clouds and other times like a foggy mist. They'd usually appear and hover over someone in the room, or sometimes hide in the corner, waiting for someone to walk by so they could attach themselves to it. These things never scared me - they were simply part of my world and I didn't question it because I figured everyone saw them as well. But apparently they didn't and I was told to stop talking about it, so I did.
Eventually the ability to see shapes went away, but I still see them occasionally in my home and now they're fleeting vs. looming. I often hear popping sounds and see sparks at night in my bedroom, and I constantly walk through very potent clouds of fragrances in my hallway. Sometimes it's a whiff of violets like the flowers in front of my grandparent's home; or occasionally it's the smell of a pipe like my grandfather used to smoke. Almost daily, Jackson my dog will look beyond me to follow some invisible thing, which unnerves me to no end. Some people would run and hide, but I take it all in stride, knowing how close by my departed family really is.
I regularly sage and cleanse my home and practice all sorts of grounding exercises daily. The energy in my home feels safe and protective and I know this is just part of my world. Always has been, and apparently it will always be. I've come to accept and embrace this other world instead of fighting it, and occasionally share experiences with a few trusted confidants. But I still don't discuss it with my family or those who don't "woo" - it's not worth the hassle or the awkward, judgmental silence.
What are your experiences with the "woo-woo world?" I'd love to hear them so please share!