The Girl Who Made It Rain

“Hold out your hand,” she directed to Gypsy after explaining that she would show him that he could feel energy. Gypsy had only met this girl, who went by the name of Sarah, about one week earlier whilst waiting for a train late one night at Macquarie Fields Station. Sarah was of Polish descent, with fair skin and blonde hair. Her eyes carried their own smile and were coloured hazel…or green. They would often change between the two colours from day to day. On the night Gypsy met her, he noticed that they were green.

Chance meetings can be one of those funny things in life that can seem so insignificant on the surface, yet carry within them a quality of life changing significance that can only be fully appreciated when looking back in hindsight. Although Gypsy didn’t know it as he wandered over to the only other person on the platform to say hi and strike up a conversation, this was to be one of those meetings.

To Gypsy, striking up a conversation with this cute blonde girl at the train station was just another random adventure that could lead to nowhere, or perhaps somewhere. Never in his wildest imagination could he have perceived the crossroads this particular adventure would bring. Crossroads that would not only redirect his own perceptions of reality, but that would significantly impact Sarah’s entire life moving forward, as well as that of others that held close friendships with Gypsy. However, all of that is another story that perhaps someone may tell one day and such is life. 

After some light hearted chit chat which continued as they caught the train, phone numbers were exchanged on scribbled scraps of paper before the two late night travellers wished each other farewell, with talk of keeping in touch.

Over the next week they spoke several times via telephone, and now, for the first time, shared each other’s company again. It’s fair to say that Gypsy was becoming fascinated with Sarah.

This may have been because of the way Sarah held a confidence of knowingness. Or it could have been the way she carried herself assertively but not in any manner that would suggest offence. Although, without a doubt, the topics of their conversations engaged Gypsy to no end. 

Sarah was speaking of tarot cards, crystals, life energy, chakras and out of body experiences, and this was all very new to Gypsy. It was a time in his life where one or two mystical events had begun to challenge his two-dimensional school book understanding of reality, and his thirst for new knowledge was being quench by this evolving friendship.

The two had made their way to a local park somewhere in the backstreets of Ingleburn. The conversation veered toward the exoteric, and Gypsy was only too keen to share an experience of a dream in which one of his father’s friends, who had passed away a few years beforehand, visited him in two seperate dreams that he would describe to Sarah as so vivid, that upon waking up, he was unable to distinguish between the reality of the dream and that of his waking life.

This dream had genuinely mystified Gypsy as it had felt so real, so being able to share it with someone who was openminded to the topic, and listened without a hint of doubt, helped Gypsy in accepting that it was more than just a dream. He went on to tell Sarah of how his father’s friend, Dennis, had asked him to pass a message onto his father. This led their conversation toward Ouija boards, consciousness, witchcraft, life, death and spiritual energy before Sarah abruptly asserted, “Let me show you something.”

She had Gypsy hold out his hand, and placed one of her hands below his and the other above. “What are you doing”? Gypsy smirked in a bemused state of confusion.

“Shut up,” Sarah snapped back with a smile that spanned the width of her face. “I am going to show you how to feel energy”.

“You’re gonna what?” Gypsy doubted as his head tilted to the side in the same way a dog would if a person blabbed a string of nonsensical sounds toward it. This was the first time Gypsy doubted Sarah but it would not be the last. Putting his scepticism aside, he followed her directions and shut his eyes, concentrating his awareness around his hand.

At first nothing happened but then he felt movement. It felt to Gypsy as if someone had placed two magnets at polar opposites to each other under the skin of the palm of his hand, and that those magnets were trying to push themselves apart in the way that magnets do.

‘Click,’ ‘Click,’ Gypsy opened his eyes looking straight down at his hand, which was still in between Sarahs hands and now seemingly clicking. The clicking feeling had Gypsy thinking that Sarah must had touched or pinched his palm in some way. However, Sarah’s hands were still floating above and below his hand and in no way did they even threaten to touch.

“What’s that?, what just happened, I could feel the middle of my hand moving inside,” he inquisitively inquired.

“It’s energy” Sarah replied. Now shining with a glow of confidence, she continued. “We can direct our energy through our bodies. Here, you try it”. Sarah now lifted one hand, her palm facing upwards in front of Gypsy, and motioned for him to place his hands above and below hers, as she had done to him. “Now close your eyes and just imagine your energy, running down your arms, through your hands and into my hand. It’s easy.”

Gypsy followed Sarah’s direction, and before long he felt the warmth of his own energy creating a pull between his hands and around that of Sarah’s. Sarah was opening doors that Gypsy didn’t know existed. It’s quite strange that in this world, an individual can live in this reality for seventeen years and be completely unaware of their own natural abilities. Perhaps its because such topics are rarely taught or discussed in the classroom, and for most of society, especially the religious, such topics are seemingly considered taboo, or at the very least, risk attracting unwanted ridicule which could even lead to the questioning of one’s own sanity by those around them.

However, the connection between these two young individuals warranted none of that. Quite the opposite in fact, as Sarah was giving Gypsy a gifted opportunity to expand his perceptions, while affirming his growing suspicions that there was more to this reality than met the eye, or for that matter, any of the other five physical senses which Gypsy possessed.

Sometimes in life, we learn about something by being told about that something, or reading about it and taking the information onboard in good faith. At other times, learning is a matter of seeing or experiencing something for ourselves. When it comes to the matter of the interconnectivity of reality through consciousness and all that this entails, all the words ever written cannot bring an individual to a state of understanding.

Even one’s own experiences may not bring about understanding. Sometimes the greatest understanding that one can have is the understanding of what something is not. The next time Gypsy and Sarah would meet, he would witness her perform an act of such an exceptionally extraordinary nature, that he would never again submit to the notion that reality, and for that matter, life itself, was nothing more than a collection of loosely associated particles that just happened to come together as a matter of coincidence.

Patches of moody looking clouds threatened the sky’s otherwise clear peaceful blue hue and the radiant rays which shone down from the sun. It had been a week or so since the two teenagers had last spent time together and it didn’t take long for them to reacquaint themselves as they bonded over Windfield Blue cigarettes, which were the standard brand of choice for most teenagers during the mid 90’s.

They conversed about the esoteric as they walked aimlessly through the streets of Ingleburn. Sarah revealed details of a near death experience which she had experienced only a couple of weeks before she had first met Gypsy. She explained how, upon recovering, she found that she possessed knowledge and telepathic powers not known to her beforehand.

Looking to the sky, Gypsy noticed that it was becoming increasingly overcast and mentioned they should head back to Sarah’s house before it rained. Replying in a sharp, confident tone, Sarah said, “I can make it rain”.

“No you can’t,” Gypsy laughed.

“Yes I can,” Sarah smirked as her hazel eyes lit up with a smile, anticipating the coming challenge.

“Do it then!” Gypsy dared. 

With a simple ‘O.K’, Sarah lifted one hand to the sky and commanded it to rain. Before Gypsy had finished his next step, rain started to fall and Gypsy laughed in disbelief.

“Do you want me to make it stop?” Sarah teased. Gypsy nodded toward Sarah who immediately quipped “STOP,” and just like that, the rain stopped.

“Whaaaa, No fucking way, how did you do that.”
“I don’t know, I just can”.
“Ok, do it again.”

In just the same way, Sarah commanded the rain to start and immediately, rain began falling heavily from the sky. After a couple of seconds, the rain ceased in an instant after Sarah gave the command for it to stop.

It was on this particular day that Gypsy’s mind truly began to open to what this world calls the esoteric or metaphysical conscious reality. For Gypsy, reality was no longer just a solid and predictable collection of random particles floating around in space. 

Although, Gypsy still didn’t really know what to make of reality. If anything, it was becoming increasingly weirder and weirder to him. All he really knew at this point was that it certainly wasn’t quite as he had thought it to be.

Seeing is believing and what he had just witnessed didn’t make sense, but it didn’t have too. The girl, who went by the name of Sarah, had opened up new doorways in Gypsy’s mind that would enter into areas outside of commonsense and reason and into the areas of greater perception, deeper understandings and even greater mysteries.

In our world we have been taught a lot of things by the time we become adults. Some of those things actually act to limit our ability to perceive the functions of reality as they really are, and furthermore compromise our capacity to understand reality and our place within it.

Before one can truly understand reality, as Gypsy was learning through his adventures with the girl who made it rain, one must learn to keep their mind open to possibilities beyond our understanding. Only this will allow us to develop a better understanding over time.