Eye Spy

I have a little scar just above my right eyebrow.

I've had it since I was a kid.

I was messing with some photos of myself.

In adjusting the saturation and density of this

photo, I discovered that I have a third eye.

I would like to be surprised.

I am not.

Welcome to my Mystic Woowoo post for the week. I kind of take all of this with a grain of salt, and I kind of don't. To me, it feels fairly natural. Still, once I'd made my discovery this morning, I had to find out more. So, research brat that I am, I went looking (I'm exhausted!). Here's what I discovered in researching the significance of the Third Eye -

The third eye, also known as the inner eye, is a concept referring in part to the brow (Ajna chakra) in certain spiritual traditions. In some spiritualities, the third eye may alternately symbolize a higher state of enlightenment or mental images bearing deep spiritual or psychological implication. The third eye is often associated with visions, clairvoyance, and precognition. It is alleged that people who have developed the ability to utilize their third eyes are sometimes known as seers.

In Hindu and Buddhist teachings, the third eye is a symbol of enlightenment. It is sometimes referred to, in Indian traditions, as gyananakashu - the eye of knowledge, which is the seat of the Antar Guru (“teacher inside”). In the Upanishads, a human being is compared to a city with ten gates. Nine gates (eyes, ears, mouth, etc.) lead outside to the sensory world. The third eye is the tenth gate and leads to inner realms which house various states of higher consciousness.

I've always felt that I see more, see deeper, than most do. This is not something that makes me feel proud, or better than others, it just is. Sometimes I even see things that "aren't there" - I've gotten used to this over the years. How do I describe this better without sounding certifiably insane? Hmm. It's as if, sometimes, there is a scrim of this world, the one we all recognize, draped over a whole other world. Most of the time that world isn't visible (or maybe I'm just not looking), but every now and then, I get a glimpse of... something. I get that old Sesame Street feeling of, "one of these things is not like the other... one of these things just doesn't belong..." It's a sense of something moving in the shadows, neither bad nor good, but moving.

I also have very strong "hunches" when it comes to other people. I'm a very good judge of character, but a lot of that is simple observation. What I'm talking about... *sigh*... let's see. Okay. For example... just this morning I logged into facebook. I was feeling fidgity after my revelation, so I hopped over to youtube.com. Normally I'm not a big Lenny Kravitz fan, but the song that was in my head was his, "Fly Away." I often post on facebook the music that matches my mood. So, I hopped back over and posted "Fly Away" on my facebook wall. Just as I did, I saw that my friend Sharon was online. I thought, "She's going to give this one a big thumbs up." No sooner did I think that when the update revealed that she had typed in "YES" in the comment section under my link.

I've had prophetic dreams and feelings that have been substantiated. Often I know where lost things are. I don't know how I know, I just do. Sometimes I find that I already know the words to a new song on the radio. Heck, sometimes I even get the correct answer on Final Jeopardy before the clue is even revealed. I did this just last night. The category was "Sports Venues." I looked at Steve and said, "Wrigley Field." He rolled his eyes and said, "You can't know. You haven't even heard the clue." I shrugged and said, "That's my final answer." Turns out I was right.

All my life I've seen things in richer colors, heard things that are there and not there at the same time, and felt things more deeply than I ought to. It's something about myself into which I haven't dug too deeply - partly from fear of what I might find, and partly because I don't want everyone I know to think I'm nuts (more nuts). In an odd and ironic way, my discovery this morning wasn't startling. It was a little freaky to first see that extra eye, but then... I kind of had the feeling that someone had just handed me a warm blanket on a very cold day.

~Closer to Fine, Indigo Girls