A LESSON OF PURPOSE

As the years passed, I became involved in typical teenage issues.   I maintained my Christian upbringing, taking a “sabbatical” from my spirit playmates.  I became a member at University Baptist Church, “accepted Jesus” and was baptized.  Thank you, Pastor Yeary.   I lead a Christian existence.   But, I was always drawn back to the mystical side of life.  There was a strong connection that was undeniable.   I felt a curiosity that bound me to what most would describe as a belief system that lives on the outskirts of acceptable society.  For me, it was as natural as breathing.

I worked for a hospital for years.  During a conversation with a VP, I mentioned that “I had a purpose and was here for a special reason.”  There is no doubt in my mind that he thought I was senseless.   It didn’t matter; I knew in my heart that theory was correct. 

As a Christian, I felt compelled to steer away from my profound spiritual beliefs.  My destiny called to me.  It attracted me back to a place of comfort, providing a sense of belonging, a feeling of familiarity where immediately, my soul felt vindicated.  For the first time, I knew I was heading in the proper direction.

For some, Destiny is a given.  It is just that simple.  These folks are recognized for their cheerful nature, charisma, ambition, enthusiasm and likability; the list could go on and on.  They are on-track from an early age.  They are in the right place at the right time, never missing a beat, making correct decisions assuring a smooth journey.  The on-tracks are admired for their “luck” and how easily they connect the dots.   We share some of the same distinctive personality traits as the on-tracks, but somehow we are on the wrong path.  At times it may seem we are running around in the jungle nude and on fire and there is no path to be found.

For most us destiny and purpose are elusive.  We question, search and pray to find destiny.  We aspire to live on purpose.  At times we are not sure what our purpose is, let alone find our destiny, thus complicating things even more. 

On-tracks live on purpose and have old souls that have evolved or reincarnated several times.  They left behind the need for a practice run.  Make no mistakes, on-tracks listen to divine guidance and follow direction. 

My compass was broken.  Purpose escaped me.  Destiny battered my sails.  My spirit guides spoke to me repeatedly trying to get my attention.  They yelled, danced, jumped up and down.  Somewhere between the dancing, yelling and jumping, I slid head first into a huge disaster.  They now have my full undivided attention!  Believe me, it is less painful and much more pleasant, if we quietly listen as our spirit guides teach us.  As simple as that sounds, sometimes we just miss the message.  If we listen, spirit will provide divine intervention and place us on the path to our own personal destiny.