February 2010 ~ A Gift of Karma

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February 2010 ~ A Gift of Karma

Feb 27, 2010

A Gift of Karma

Sun2Soul Transitions
February 2010
Michaelene

Sometimes, life has a funny way of revealing where we are in our lives, who we are, and there are many opportunities to shed our light in the world or better yet, for us to see our way towards the light. Last night was one that I will not soon forget.

I am writing this newsletter shortly before 3 am ~ not because it was planned but because I was awakened from a dream to do so. In the dream I was in my childhood home and recall that I had ventured out into the yard near a juniper bush ~ attracted to an “alien” force of some kind, the unseen, the great unknown. An open agreement was made where I would rendezvous with this force and agreed to board the alien spacecraft and go beyond what I had ever known or been told to believe. I had a feeling that this force would remove me from the planet and take me somewhere I did not necessarily know where I was going but somehow I wanted to go. The choice was not based on the possible excitement of riding in an alien craft or to explore unseen worlds like Captain Kirk (yes, my imagination was nurtured by watching the Enterprise travel to distant galaxies) but it was something I believed in and yet, was unsure of in some ways.

As I was preparing to leave my childhood home and make the journey my mother figure (who didn’t look like my own mother) met me in a large commercial building away from the home. I knew that I had a date with destiny and was planning on taking my dog and my cat with me on my astral adventure yet was unsure as to whether or not my mother should go or was to go with me aboard the spacecraft. I observed my thoughts and fears, while I was dreaming, wondering if I should take this journey, because I did not know what would be “out there” waiting for me. I did not know where I would end up as it seemed that my choice was based more on faith and hope and less on the ways this world had taught me to believe in clear and "rational" thinking.

My fears emerged when, somewhere in the back of my mind, I was prompted by an episode of the Twilight Zone that I watched several times throughout my life. You may have seen the episode where the humans were lured aboard space crafts in hopes of escaping one world, perhaps, and greeted with warmth and hospitality by the alien hosts. The first time I watched the show as a young adult I found myself eagerly tempted, like the humans, to explore this unknown world. I was able to travel with them to this other world enjoying the anticipation, the restlessness and the impatience to be the next one to get on board the craft. The thought of a new adventure stimulated my imagination only to be just as surprised as they were, after arriving at their final destination, that they were not treated like tourists but herded like cattle to the slaughter house. What the humans then realized was that they were to become the main course at dinner which the aliens considered their guests to be a delicacy in their world.

How far will we travel and pay dearly for an exquisite meal. I guess the aliens in the Twilight Zone were no different than many of us…

So you can probably imagine that, while I was having this dream and these fears were resurfacing, I was concerned about not only my welfare but also of that of my mother. She did not know my plans to board the spacecraft and was somehow unknowingly fated and entwined in my decision as to whether I should or shouldn’t take this trip. My dilemma surrounded me and I was unsure as how to proceed ~ should I venture into the unknown and possibly be eaten for dinner? (Funny how fear can evoke many thoughts and feelings as well as the reaction of wearing a smile to don an ego full of fear). I awoke from my dream and found myself reflecting on what had occurred just a few hours before I went to sleep in my comfortable bed and said my prayers.

The first time I met Charlene was about two weeks ago. I was leaving a parking garage one evening and saw that she was sitting on a brick wall outside of a commercial building. As I drove past her I was guided to go back and, without question, I reversed the car and pulled up along side the wall where she was sitting and approached her. She seemed surprised as I walked up behind and greeted her and then asked her if she needed anything and she quickly, yet softly, said no. I was moved to give her a few dollars and then blessed her and left her where I found her. Just the way I found her.

Tonight, as I drove past her once again, I was guided to go back and, since a car was behind me, I drove around the block and returned to her side. This time, as I approached her with a smile, she smiled back in recognition though I am not sure if it was me she recognized. I once again asked her if there was anything she needed and, as she glanced my way, she said thank you and graciously said no. But this time I was led to connect with her in some way and I introduced myself and then asked her what happened. She shared with me that she had a son who was thirty years old whom she hadn’t seen for five years, had been a medical assistant for many years, her fiancé died in 1999 and lost her home. I was touched how Charlene articulated her thoughts without expressing tears but I felt her presence more than I feel many others who seem to “have it all.” She told me a little about her mother and sister as well as her son and had found that she did not want to burden them with her situation. My impression of her was that she was a strong person who has had to find an inner strength to do more than just simply survive but to find a purpose in her life. “I am a Disciple of God” she witnessed to me and, as she gently spoke I was moved to tears and as I looked into her eyes and connected with her I was deeply touched as I listened to her journey. I was witnessing a person who appeared to have nothing—or to better clarify—nothing that is worth anything to the ego. I glanced over at her shopping cart and saw that it was filled with plastic grocery bags and empty plastic jugs but my eyes were drawn back to her warm brown eyes and her face that was framed by the hood of her jacket.

“I don’t really cry that much anymore” she commented as she seemed to try to comfort me while watching my own tears stream down the cheeks of my face.

“These tears aren’t because I am sad” I said and added “I find that I don’t really cry anymore because I am sad ~ I usually cry now because I am moved. And you are a genuine person, a real person” and I rested my hand upon my chest and then gestured towards her to express my gratitude.

I discovered that Charlene was not hindered nor possessed by possessions, as many of us may be whether it be a debt we owe, a mortgage to pay, a job to clock in or the multitude of useless things to store in a place we call home. Before me I saw an angel disguised in the body of a human, with the heart of compassion and the gifts of knowledge learned by life. One of her lessons, she offered, was to be kind to others. Throughout the conversation I felt her sincerity, her vulnerability, immeasurable strength, resounding faith, and the beauty of her genuine soul.

“I am blessed” she said to me as she looked away. I valued her candid truthfulness and admired her dignity and found her to be more of what being an enlightened human means to me ~ a soul that is not possessed by the possessions or obsessions that this physical world can offer. The soul passes through, gently and without expectation, yet is open to whatever The Universe offers at any given moment and trusts in The Process.

Charlene has been living on the streets in Phoenix for seven years and is homeless.

These past two years, in my own life, offered me many moments to learn about myself ~ what I “expected” from a career and those I knew and cared about and what I didn’t expect from those people I didn’t know. I learned to trust, even more so, in what I call The Process and, when I surrendered to The Process and placed less emphasis on “who” would help, I found out that it was God whose name was attached and not another’s name, as my judgmental ego would knowingly expect and assume the entitlement.

Shortly after my father passed away I was going through a few of his things and found some words of wisdom he had jotted down on a sticky note that read “In life there is no security there is only opportunity.” General Douglas MacArthur. And last night, Charlene reminded me of how life can be lived with or without all the hype around us that the ego requires. What is the true treasure is what we hold inside of us is what we are to secure and not necessarily those things or people that are only here for a while with us on our journey for they, themselves, are on their own journey with karma, too.

Take the time and make a connection with yourself or with another soul~ just try and keep trying until you sense a peace or you may find it when you notice you aren’t fighting with yourself and/or the world for a moment or two. The resistance is less and there is a glimpse of relief ~ a glimpse of hope and then, for some people, the gift of faith rolls in like the tide.

“Be kind to one another” ~ Charlene

Michaelene
Intuitive Consultant (Personal, Business, Hospice)
602.535.5463
www.Sun2SoulTransitions.com

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