Many years ago, around 1996, I invited a client of mine into my house to sit down for a psychic reading. She didn't say more than a guarded "hello," and held fast to her seat as she awaited her reading.
Granted, psychic readings are much more fun for the reader when the client is open, and actually asks questions. But, sometimes there's a need for the client to remain silent and skeptical. This was one of those, "Read me, if you dare," moments.
I sat in front of her, with only the empty coffee table between us. I waited for information to come pouring through, but it didn't. I looked at the empty coffee table, which actually, for some reason, had a freshly sharpened pencil sitting on it. I looked at her. I looked at the pencil. All I got was nothing. Nothing. Nothing. And, that's when I realized, nothing is something!
"You have writer's block!" I proclaimed excitedly.
"Yes! That's why I'm here!" she said, gushing her enthusiasm.
On another occasion, at my father's request, I channeled Beethoven while sitting with my Dad at his piano. My Dad had spent countless hours trying to play Für Elise, but could not understand what he was doing wrong. He asked Beethoven, who said this, "You need to hear the spaces in between the notes. They are the asterisks and exclamation points that are as important to the piece as the written notes." My Dad understood this, and was very excited to learn that what seemed to be nothing, was actually something.
Many years ago, my young daughter drew her own tattoo, in her own handwriting. It said, "Prove to yourself that there is no such thing as nothing."
I believe that's what we, as spiritual adventurers, believers in God and Spirit, are doing every day.
"Hey Summer! There's nothing out there!"
"Great! Let's go find it!"