For years, I had been hearing the name "George". It would rise up from my serene openness during my yoga practice. A simple, yet potent "George". I had been hearing this name for a while. In fact, it had been a consistent theme rising up for almost three years. Over the past year it had become a consistent repeated message "George".
The name lingered as a single light hovering for years appearing like a mystery. I had no real idea to be honest who this "George" might be. I had thought it might be a new love interest, or someone who I might meet that was important. Yet, for many years nothing was revealed beyond the name. It never occurred to me that it would be a global phenomenon.
One morning about a year ago as I awoke, I heard loudly "All Hail King George!" Now, I was really perplexed. Who was this? Did this mean he was benevolent and powerful? I pondered the message. I thought after a few days, oh, maybe it's baby George in England. But that didn't seem relevant or solid. So, I held the space for the truth to be revealed. I had not realized it was an angelic proclamation.
I kept hearing "George" during yoga especially, but also during meditation, house cleaning and at times while I was in a relaxed state. It was starting to bother me, a great deal actually. Who is George? Why do I keep hearing his name?
Then one afternoon while doing dishes I heard clearly "It's all Bullsh*t until George." This caught my attention. It was such a big message. It came with the distinct feeling like everything that I had known before was utterly substandard. Still, I didn't know who George was. Yet, it felt like whoever he was he held a force that would clear the decks and make things right. That feeling of make things right seemed to resonate with me for days.
I thought hopefully, perhaps it might be the new good guy I was going to meet. But that didn’t feel right. I thought it might be someone I would meet who would be important in some way. I let my mind go in that dreamy direction, but knew it was of my own making, so let it go. The truth. Who was George? It felt like he was bringing really good change, real progress. And being self-absorbed in my own world, it didn't occur to me that it was a global message.
During a conversation with a dear friend who's also psychic, I'd asked her. What do you get when I say the name "George"? She replied, "sweetheart, a real sweetheart". I said, I'd been hearing his name for years and it's really increasing in frequency. I added that I'd heard "all hail king George" and "it's all bullish*t until George". She wasn't able to add beyond speculation. No more clues.
I didn't know anyone named George. I hadn't met a person named George. I began to ask whose George, who is this person. It was an important person obviously, why else would it keep being repeated clairaudiently if not, for some vital message.
It continued, "George". Just "George". I'll be honest I became frustrated a bit. During a conversation with a family member. Yes, I'd finally decided to share this weird message because it wouldn't go away. Maybe someone else could help spark a connection to this meaningfully. I admitted, I didn't know who this George was, a spirit guide, a benefice person I would meet. I had no idea beyond that truth that obviously he was important. George whoever he was, was important. I waited to see, George.
On May 25th George Floyd was murdered by a police officer. It was caught on video. The world saw it. The horrific truth of systematic black oppression, violence and racism. George Floyd died unnecessarily by excessive force, police brutality and apparent racist profiling. This unfortunate news reached me online within hours of the incident.
It stunned me with disbelief at incongruent images of a law officer perpetrating a crime. My mind raced to comprehend. Why? Why was this happening? Why wasn’t someone making it stop? It was indisputable. This man in police custody was being murdered with others standing guard while it happened. And no one, no one intervened to save his life.
And it was that feeling of powerlessness that I believed moved a nation to take action. A world filled with people demanding justice, especially for those disenfranchised by systematic racism. The truth of what has been too terrible to process has been brought out of the shadow and into the light of awareness. I watched as the world caught fire with the demand for justice.
During the night, unable to sleep, it hit me. I realized who George was. The man in the video. His name was George Floyd. Instantly, I understood this was George. And it shook me. Quite honestly, it blew my mind in a number of ways I had not expected to be confronted.
As with anything that becomes the touchstone of a movement, in the beginning lies the seeds of the story that will be retold. Upon hearing of George Floyd’s death many leapt to explore his criminality, his employment and marital status. As his death became known, others shared his contributions, his hopes and dreams, his children came forward, his family lamented, and large communities of strong relationships expressed their solidarity and collective grief.
Protests around the world filled the city streets despite the health risk of gathering together during a pandemic to demand justice. Each arm raised in a sea of masked faces echoing ‘black lives matter’ and ‘no justice, no peace’ . Banners and signs were not the only act the crowds took. Ancient statues that glorified racist history hit the pavement as relics of a misguided past gave way to the call for justice for all.
As all of this unfolded, the truth of having heard his name for so long, stung me into a fierce awareness of the totality of consciousness. As horrific and senseless and shameful and awful as his death was, it was not without purpose. I reflected on how one soul had managed to negotiate his soul’s contract to include an act that would bring about monumental change. A shift in the collective consciousness of humankind to become more just, more equitable to value black lives.
As a depth psychologist, I couldn’t help but view other symbolism from that perspective. I noticed the mirrored act of ‘kneeling’ being collectively used to show solidarity for reform while honoring George. It echoed Colin Kaepernick’s NFL taking a knee protests against racial injustice, police brutality and systematic oppression in the country.
I had read that George Floyd had a promising football ability that he used while playing in college. His destiny had fame and glory planned for him a much different pathway. His life took several turns that included a time being incarcerated and later redemption as a beloved community leader who helped bring people to God.
I contemplated the magnitude of my experience and what it meant. It really is mind expanding to witness the field of potentiality within consciousness. It recharged my faith and calmed me into a humble knowledge that the Divine is mysterious. This awareness has help me to make sense of a senseless act. This experience has affirmed the divine in all things.
There is no loss in spirit. Although, we mourn those that we have lost in the physical. Their spirit travels with us eternally connected in the web of souls. We are all interconnected. I did not know George, but I heard his name firmly, clearly, and joyously for years. He lifted my spirits vibrationally long before I knew his story, long before his fate arrived.
During the protests that have continued now for over a month around the world. It’s become common to hear a chant arise “say his name” with the crowds responds “George Floyd!” I remembered, Spirit has been saying his name for years. Indeed, I believe angels will continue to say his name for the sacrifice he made that brought awareness to gross injustice. There are many names, each and every one of them matters. They mattered to their loved ones and to the Creator.
Life is precious. We experience the beauty of our souls dressed within the physical. We’re able to see each other and delight in each other. I do not understand the hate carried within the man who took George’s life. I suspect it stems from stories of fear about ‘the other’. The other is anyone who is perceived as being different. Truthfully, no two individuals are the same. We are all inherently different from each other as unique as our shining souls.
As we navigate this time of incredible change, let us be kind to ourselves, and especially to each other. We’ve been given an unexpected birth of conscious awareness. Let us tend this awareness by being peaceful and proactive, mindful and kind with ourselves. Let every soul know their inherent value to us in the world. May we all celebrate that light that dwells within each other, a sacred point of divinity within the physical.