I wonder if there is life on mars? It started as a whisper in my ear; a whisper in my mind, something, or someone was speaking to me through song. I could hear the tune, but could not make out the words. I let it go, and had faith that at the right time, it would come.
“It’s a god-awful small affair
To the girl with the mousy hair
But her mummy is yelling, “No!”
And her daddy has told her to go
But her friend is nowhere to be seen
Now she walks through her sunken dream
To the seat with the clearest view
And she’s hooked to the silver screen”
And then one day, I woke up and immediately bought Life On Mars by David Bowie.
A few more interesting things happened that day. Besides listening to this song on repeat all day, many memories of conversations past came flooding back.
I used to see what I would term an Oracle, she never really labeled what she did, but she did it. Tonia, her name was, and a friend recommended her to me during a conversation about life, one of many that I have. Long story short, she has since retired from her work and her parting words to me were that it was time for others to come through and take over, there was a connection between our souls I’ll carry on for many lifetimes; I’ll never forget looking into her eyes at that moment.
Months after seeing her, I began to have intense dreams, to the point where I struggled when I first woke up to determine which world I was in, that of my dreams or that of reality, I’m still not sure to this day which really is which. Is this existence not just a dream?
I called her one-day to talk about this and it happened to be the week of David Bowie’s death. I can’t remember exactly how we got onto it, but we did. We spoke about the beings that were ascending at the time and how that the heavens had a purpose for them and that they had other work to do. She talked about how David Bowie was someone that never gave two shits about what others had to say. He had his alter ego, Ziggy Stardust; he was a brilliant performer and was what some would say, light years ahead of his time. Perhaps he came from light years away.
Fast-forward, and I had long forgotten about that conversation. Until just recently. When music crept into my ears, my minds ears, but it was music that I could not get a hold of, I could not pin down exactly what this was. As I said at the beginning, I awoke one day and almost in auto pilot, went straight to iTunes and bought Life On Mars, and there is was. There was the music that had entered my mind just a week or so before.
I had plans for that day, but I felt that there was something else that life wanted me to do. Turns out it was to just amble around the house doing various jobs, and really listening, and feeling the music, absorbing the words into my soul. There were messages within the music and lyrics that I had not heard before, metaphors if you will.
I had an overwhelming feeling that I had been taken over more or less by another soul, another being, and it felt right. I wanted to question the whole thing at first, but if life has taught me anything up until now, it is to just let things be sometimes and not ask why.
So I did just that. I let things be. I ended up having a day that I could not have scripted if I tried, I wrote, I talked, I engaged with people I had never met, and it felt good, it felt like a true calling, like that which I have read about, and perhaps you too.
So what is the point of all this? Am I revealing just how crazy traditional psychology would say I am? Perhaps, but fuck them. What I am saying is that when you feel that feeling, when you know what you know, just go with it. Don’t doubt it or yourself for a second; just trust.
Trust in a feeling, trust in a process, and trust in yourself.
You will always be where you are meant to be, not necessarily where you want to be.
So it is with this I wonder, is there life on mars?