Aliens, Coffee and Cosmic Convos

This morning I woke up and instantly knew I wanted to go to a particular coffee shop. I don’t always know…and that’s okay too. Sometimes it takes moving in a certain direction to get a clear signal, “Yes, this way, but let’s stop a minute a wait…then go…or “no, not that way, nope, no no, let’s go back to the drawing board. Or home. Or ask hubby.” Sometimes it doesn’t matter. It can be over thought. Sometimes I bounce my intuition off others I trust, since True North is not the only station being broadcast. But I’ve found when I do get a signal has a true ring to it, very often I get to unfold a magickal, ordinary extraordinary kind of sequence, like opening a door that leads to a lovely adventure and perhaps bypasses some obstacles or unpleasantness. Once I had a feeling to move chairs when I was at a coffee shop by myself and 30 seconds after I did, a glass shattered in all directions, which would have included my face if I hadn’t moved. As it was, I was untouched.

It was a bright, sunny day and as my husband and I headed out the door, we each grabbed our merch hats from another of our favorite landing spots for coffee. We used to have our one place we almost always went, but these days we seem led to be coffee shop butterflies, flitting all over town on the days when hubby doesn’t have to work the long shifts that allow him more days off than a typical profession. We haven’t been on a real vacation in years, but our philosophy is that life is a vacation. Every day is an opportunity to show love for one another and to go on life’s little adventures and enjoy life’s little luxuries, like fair trade lattes, spotting a cute duck, smiling as children play, or reading a good book.

We are cross pollinators and we always do our best to plant seeds of joy, goodness, love, kindness, freedom and a sense of connection that includes curiosity, wonder and an adequate amount of weirdness.

The coffee shop of today has been around for a long time and hosted many an undergraduate, graduate students and tourists. On a shelf is a green alien head, and on a coat hanger a few feet away, at eye level from the perspective of the little green fellow is a shirt that says, “Make Coffee, Not War.” Whenever I walk in to this coffee shop, I imagine the little green head floating over to the shirt and becoming an ambassador for peace between Star Nations. My husband thinks no one will notice our merch hats from the other place we like to go. I think they will and it will be a conversation starter. My husband is right about alot of things, and often we are both right from different perspectives. This time, while it’s true that most people in the coffee shop didn’t say anything, the young woman who took our order noticed it and was like, “I haven’t been there yet, but I’ve been meaning to…we told her how awesome they are and she was like, “okay, now I have to go.” As you’ll see in a few paragraphs, another barista had a different reaction and it led to a cool convo.

My beloved and I took our drinks it felt good to chill out on the patio, which is blessed with a beautiful tree whose roots manage to both flourish beneath the concrete and rise above the fence, then arch back over to graciously provide a soft, breezy shade that lets in plenty of sunshine. Often the outdoor seating is crowded, sometimes it is full. On at least two occasions we have pulled up our own seats with borrowed chairs from inside, sans table, and sat in a corner by the three. But today the space was very open. Two women sat at one table chatting about whether or not to move your furniture out while on Sabbatical. And a mom and her vibrant baby sat at another table. The little girl had sparkly eyes and we had fun together, smiling at one another.

Monarchs are abundant this year, and although the mascot of this coffee shop is a grasshopper, I once had a lovely interaction with the owner where we both agreed it would be marvelous to have a butterfly day. She asked a great question: Should it be only Monarchs or she we include all the butterflies. I thought for a moment and turned it back to her. “What do you think?” She smiled and said, “The monarchs get a lot of attention. I think we should open it up and include all the butterflies.” I’m all for being inclusive.

I had a conversation that got my heart reflecting on a trip I took a few years ago to Peru. I had a spiritual mentor who told me I had a purpose for going and specifically something to do energy-wise. I began to think about the butterflies I remember at the top of Huayna Picchi, which I climbed with my son. This remembrance led me to download some old pictures from that trip, as made me wonder about butterfly symbolism beyond the obvious imprint of transformation.

Over coffee, I shared what I found out with my husband and we had a wonderful conversation over frothy beverages. I shared how it was jaw dropping and heart-opening to see what seemed to be a great gathering of blue and white butterflies at the tippity top of Huayna Picchu. At the time it occurred to me they might be the souls or a tribute to the souls of the little babies my intuitive mentor at the time had said were sacrificed there, in order to avoid being enslaved by harmful aliens at some point in pre-recorded history.

I believe that like humans, there are benevolent and non-benevolent ETs, and it would be good to approach the topic in a measured way, with discernment, rather than a jump to seeing them either as all benign or as an automatic military threat. There are, as I understand it, far more helpful, loving ETs than deceitful harmful ones. Yet the ones without compassion do exist, have existed. May they learn compassion. May we discern the difference between an ET, compassionate or otherwise and paramilitary holographic technology designed to induce panic and then control. We don’t need that, like that all. A sober and open minded, heart-centered stance is needed. Recently I learned that butterflies in some cultures symbolize the innocent souls of children who have died. I mentioned to my husband that it seemed confirmation that in some way that massive gathering of light blue butterflies at the top of Huayna Picchu was connected to those children.

When hubby and I were clearing out trays preparing to exist, I nearly bumped into a barista I’ve had chatted with before. commented that I was sending mixed messages because I had a hat on from another cafe (one that also supports good things in the world like locally sourced organic stuff and lots of high vibe employees,) so we had a cool convo about co-creative flourishing rather than competition, about how we can be one flourishing cosmic ecosystem! He got it!

The picture below is from my trip back in 2019. May you soar like an Eagle and bring Star Peace.