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.
It’s amazing how your destiny began. I’m blessed to be part of your life and to be able to experience all the amazing things you (or your spirts) do to help others.
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