Look, I know how this sounds to people who swear on crystal grids and moon water. But I’ve been meditating for over a decade, and most of my practice is just training attention to catch the subtle stuff we normally filter out. When I watch soil organisms react to barometric pressure shifts or moisture gradients, I’m not seeing magic. I’m seeing a biological forecasting system that’s been running for millions of years. Ancient augurs read bird flight paths and sacrificial organs for the exact same reason: ecosystems pick up on environmental variables long before human instruments do. We just dressed it up in robes and called it divination.

From a psychological angle, this taps right into what Jung called synchronicity—meaningful coincidences that aren’t strictly causal but feel deeply connected. I think it’s more about pattern recognition. Our brains are wired to find signal in chaos, which is why we project narrative onto worm behavior, tarot spreads, or I Ching hexagrams. The Eight of Cups in tarot, for instance, is all about walking away from the obvious to follow a quieter, less tracked path. Reading the soil is exactly that. You’re stepping back from the noise of algorithms and weather forecasts to notice what’s already moving in the dark.

I’m not gonna tell you to start consulting your compost bin for stock tips. But if you’re tired of magical thinking that ignores basic ecology, try sitting quietly and actually watching how the micro-ecosystem reacts to the space around it. It’s not prophecy. It’s just biology wearing a mystical mask. And honestly? That’s more than enough to keep me up at night.