Meeting Mirando -A First Contact Story

“Come on over and I’ll make you dinner,” Amy said to me as I was once again crying on the phone to her.

It was November of 1996. I was a couple of months out from a train wreck of a break-up (this one was epic, filled with much drama and sobbing and rending of garments), and crying on the phone to a friend was a common occurrence.

Amy and I had met a good six years earlier while working together at Victoria’s Secret as sales associates. We often joked that before this incarnation we set it up so that we would recognize each other because she’d be the one on the ladder hanging panties on the wall. I was just shopping that day and had not yet even started working there when I spotted her. I went over and introduced myself to her. Later she told me her first thought was, “Oh God, what does this crazy customer want?” as I approached her. She was startled by my enthusiasm and grabbed the ladder to steady herself as we shared our first laugh.

Even getting the job at Victoria’s Secret is a story in and of itself. I’ll make it brief. I was in there one afternoon with a friend. I was sitting in the corner of the store in this ridiculously plush armchair, as I was recovering from having recently hurt myself - sprained ankle? car accident? the time I wiped out on a dirt bike on Block Island? I can not remember which one. What I do remember is that I often hurt myself throughout my 20s in a bid for someone, anyone to take care of me.

Kathy, the store manager sauntered over and she and I started chatting. Soon she was handing me an application and offering me a job. I asked about the pay and hearing the extremely low number, thought, “Nope. No way am I doing this.” But I thanked her and took the application home with me anyway, flattered to be asked and grappling with my projection of who it is I thought should be working at a Victoria’s Secret based on appearance and finding myself nowhere near measuring up.

A couple of weeks to a month later I was hanging out at the bar of Bub City, the restaurant I worked at in Chicago for nearly a decade. It was karaoke night, and I was on stage singing Patsy Cline’s “Crazy”.

“Aren’t you Nora?” a woman said to me afterward. It was Kathy, the manager from Victoria’s Secret. “I really want you to come to work for me.”

Even back then, I knew enough to follow up when being hit over the head.

Amy was my most “witchy” friend. She had jars and jars of herbs, crystals, and candles all over her apartment, introduced me to the works of Scott Cunningham and Jessica Macbeth, was into rituals and spells, and was developing her psychic and intuitive abilities using the Mother Peace tarot deck. Amy grew up on a farm in rural Illinois and then headed off to New York to college as a theater major. Amy is Earthy, and full on faerie all at once, farm and city girl rolled into one, and I loved her. Immediately. She was an awesome contrast to my suburban-raised self and pushed me beyond my comfort zone with her adventurous spirit.

We had the best time working together at Victoria’s Secret, which was often a strange place to find myself. The store was tiny, not really much bigger than you would imagine a wealthy woman’s walk-in closet would be and much hilarity ensued among all the employees there, all of us female, all of us growing up together, often socializing with each other after working hours.

Eventually, I moved on from that job but my friendship with Amy endured.

So on that night in 1996, when she so kindly offered to feed my broken heart, I gladly accepted. Almost twenty-three years later I still remember exactly what she fed me along with most of the details of that night, broccoli and brown rice with a spicy peanut sauce. Amy was a vegetarian and her cooking was delicious. Everything about that night was delicious.

We ate and talked, and then we pulled out our tarot decks, Amy with her Mother Peace and me with my Enchanted Tarot, and started playing. At that point, I had been working with my deck for almost ten years and found it to be very helpful, the guidance offered, as long as I stayed away from trying to find out what was going to happen, and I spent countless hours trying to figure out what was “going to happen” via the use of my deck, not truly understanding the concept of myself as a creator being. Oh sure, theoretically I knew I was participating in crafting it on some level, and yet having been raised Catholic with too much hierarchy in my life, I was still attached to the notion that some other something was making it all go along.

I had just started to open up to the possibility that there could be love again in my life, so my main questions that night were about finding “The One” (the most oft-asked question of me in my work as a channel) and what the heck I was doing with my life (which was a much bigger question for me as I was heading into my thirtieth birthday seemingly without much direction at that point).

Amy already had her “One”, she and her then-boyfriend (now husband) Ray had already been together for some time, so her questions went in a different direction that took us into a conversation about Amy’s new job. She had just started working at the A-1 Beanery (owned by Lettuce Entertain You, the same company that owned Bub City, the restaurant I worked at).

“Hey Nora!” she said “I’ve been meaning to tell you. I am working with this girl, Wendy, and she channels.”

“Channels? Talks to dead people?”

“Well you could do that,” she said, ‘but Wendy talks to her spirit guides. I have been working on it myself and have been doing a little bit of drawings and stuff, but not getting super far yet.”

“Let’s do it!” I said, completely lit up. “Wait, how do we do that?”

“Well,” Amy said, “I have been meditating to forge the connection.”

We both closed our eyes and breathed for one minute, two minutes, maybe three, or four. Not much time passed at all before I suddenly felt a being near me, right with me. I saw/felt/knew a brilliant yellow light, felt a tremendous warmth emanating from him, knew his name began with an “M”, and heard his voice tell me that he loved me, that he had always been with me, that he would always be with me, and that I was never, ever alone.

It was a moment unlike any I had ever experienced prior as Nora. I felt loved, completely, encapsulated in love, perfect, whole, complete, and knew that everything in my life would be alright.

Amy, just next to me, was having her own experience with her guide, very much the same. She had connected with a female, and there was a lot of blue.

We both opened our tear-filled eyes right at the same moment, saw a flash of green light, and gasped as the tube in her old TV in the room with us burst. On top of her TV. was a lava light with the same color yellow I had seen from my guide. We would refer to it as “Mirando Yellow” as time went on, and I learned the full name of my guide, channeled for me so lovingly by Wendy Kennedy, whom I would meet one week later.

It was late at that point. Those nights tended to run very late. We processed a bit together and acknowledged the ease of connecting with our guides that night and the fact that being with each other while attempting it made it so much easier. Multi-dimensional math is not like third-dimensional math — one plus one equals much, much more than two. I hugged Amy and drove home. Altered. Completely. I was a different version of myself, markedly different from the version that had walked into Amy’s apartment just hours earlier. I was more in my body than I had ever felt before and yet, at the same time my consciousness was expanding at an accelerated rate.

In the car, I checked, yep, he was still with me. I did not feel him as strongly as I had in Amy’s presence and her apartment, but he was definitely there, like riding in the back seat of my car, there, as he is always here with me. I just need to tune in to feel his love.

What followed were a couple of years of exquisite adventures with Amy and Wendy and eventually the other friends we would invite into our circle. We channeled for each other and pretty much anyone who would let us as much as we possibly could. Concurrently we were also accessing our memories of a lifetime the three of us shared on Lemuria and Atlantis, and at times the information and emotions that came through were intense.

We saw/felt/heard angels and faeries, E.T.s, and guides. The Pleiadians made their presence known, along with many, many other beings. Each of us was having our own individuated experience while being supported and magnified within the construct of the energetic grid the three of us established once reconnecting with each other in this life and the space we held while playing together in this way. One of us would begin the memory, another would complete it. One of us would channel something another of us would be hearing/seeing/feeling the same information at the same moment.

It was special and magical and otherworldly in a way that was profoundly life-altering, that set me on my path, and I am forever grateful to Amy and Wendy.

Perhaps you can close your eyes, breathe here quietly, and feel into all of that wonder. It is here for you. All of it. Your guides, your records, your multi-dimensional self. And as you do this, receive this message -

“You are love, and you are loved. We have always been with you. We will always be with you. You are never, ever alone, and everything is going to be alright.”