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.  

THREADS THAT BIND DESTINY

Cards and Fortunes

My family spent summer vacations in Georgia visiting my mother's cousin and my Grandmother.   We stayed at my Grandmother’s home while visiting.  My Grandmother was a kind soft spoken woman that I loved.  She could tell your fortune with deck of playing cards.   I deliberated long and hard as to how she was able to foresee the future in red and black diamonds, clubs, spades and hearts.   I always came back to the same conclusion; she must know something the rest of us didn’t.   But, what? 

Cards and Tea

Cousin was an eccentric well-known medium.  Similar to my Grandmother, he read playing cards. For those of you that I read for, it is just you, me and Spirit. No playing cards for me. During our vacation, he gave my Mother the skeptic, a reading via tea leaves. She was still a non-believer. People came from all over for readings with Cousin.  Mostly everyone, with the exception of his clientele, thought he was CRAZY.  Looking at his artwork that spills out of his home and embraces the surrounding walls to his property, would lead even the most open minded of us to take note.  There are many stories about him.  The most remarkable one is of a reporter that wrote an article about him, his beliefs and his art.  He told the reporter that people judged him and laughed at him behind his back but not to be mistaken, he would “have followers after his death.”  Did the cards or my Mother's tea leaves tell him that? 

Cousin made me beads for my protection.   I never really wore them and he knew it!    He and I had a bond; to me it was just a cousin thing, but it was much more than that.  It was a bond that would not be broken through the years, over great distance or even death.   Unfortunately, while he was alive, I was too young to understand that he was a gift.   His death was sadly tragic and untimely.  Interestingly enough, he was correct, he has followers.  Today, Cousin boast of his own web page, his art tours the US, has a street named after him and his home is open for tours.  Even though he is extremely busy, he is my spirit guide and I am his student.  I love him with all of his quirky eccentricity.  Some things just don’t change, not even after death.

    

Thread That Binds US


Looking back I see Ann Marie and playtime, Tigger my greatest compass, Danda, the old lady, my Grandmother with her playing cards and cousin my spirit guide with his turban and skirt, oh I forgot to mention the skirt, huh? (picture below) Like I said before, not even death changes some things, like skirts.  Keeping in mind that death does not change things including your clothing, I recommend you wear clothes you really like.  Regardless, in a very unique way everything in my life was connecting or seemed to share a common thread that was guiding me, propelling me to find my path.  And find it, I did!!!!