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 After finishing my first shift as a night baker at a local cafe, I was not expecting a magical evening to unfold...

I looked up to the night sky and was reminded that the stars are my witness. They patiently wait for us to look up, and when we do, our tunnel vision (created by our busy lives) dissolves and suddenly we can see, hear, and feel a divine presence we often forget. 

The Stars are my Witness  
by Shailie Dubois

Arrange the freshly baked muffins. Check. 
Sweep away the microcosms ohard work. Check. 
Wipe away the evidence of toil.  
Lock the doors. 
Close the gate.  
Check. Check. Check. 

Breath of fresh air 
The chirping Frogs and Crickets replace my thoughts  

I turn on the flashy lights on my new bike and stroll the streets 
It is dark and I am ashamed to say that the stars surprised me 
"Yes! We have been here the whole time!" 
Awe melts into a smile 

The cool air whips past me  
My ears, nose, fingers, and Spirit is touched by an enlivening chill   
My brow unfurls  
Opening the invisible eye to an 'invisible' world 

Go into the shed.  
Lock up the bike. 
Smile back at my smiley face reflective sticker.

I watch myself walk past the front door and go down to the water
sit on a rock 
The Owls fly between the darkness of the stars 
I feel this to be true 

The dome above me is studded with gentle eyes  
"You worked hard today." 
I can feel their words and they are steeped in laughter  
I smile again, amazed at how I have shot out of a concrete tunnel and into a mystical reality  

There is a Sea Otter below me crunching on something with such delight 
I can feel it's delight
We share this moment  
With the Crickets and Frogs 
With the blips and splashes in the water 
With the distant hum of the humans driving their cars 
And with the Owl, whose call pierces my heart before it reaches its lover

Somewhere between the toil and beauty is a space so vast yet densely packed with wonder 
It carries away the heavy lists made to be checked  
It settles a throbbing mind down into the natural beat of the chest  

The night would not be complete without the heavy breathing of a Harbor Seal on a midnight hunt 
I know how it feels 

Shailie Dubois has a degree in Psychology. She is also a graduate of the Advanced Shamanism Program at the Canadian Centre for Shamanic Studies. She practices Intuitive Prayer Healing, a combination of her studies in psychological well-being, Christianity, Bhakti yoga, shamanic healing, energy healing, prayer therapy, aromatherapy, music, art and a lifetime of dreaming. Her mission is to inspire community rooted in the service of God. She is called to bring people together through artistic expression, sharing stories and songs, and providing sacred space to get lost in and find 'home.' Connect with Shailie on her blog here, or on her Intuitive Prayer Healing Facebook page.

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