Giving Up Just Before the Miracle

We were driving from Yukon, in Canada, to Jackson Hole, Wyoming:  3500 kilometers or 2200 miles.  One way.

“What made you scared about being a passenger?” Gordon asked.

“I have no idea.  When I came here to Northern Canada, I didn’t have this fear.  Three years later, I am panic stricken that we won’t make it around corners.  I’m certain we are going to tip over,”  I said.

Ahhhh! No curves...yet.

Our drive took us through every type of terrain, road surface and weather condition.  They had no affect on me.  It was just the endless curves.  When it was Gordon’s turn to drive, I sat stiff with fear.

Gordon tried all sorts of tricks to distract me.  “Grab my Doris Lessing book from my bag in the back.  Read it to me.”  Reading aloud helped, but I knew the instant we entered a curve.

“Slow down!” I’d shout wanting to hit his ear with a good Doris Lessing backhand.

I wondered if a long car trip could cure my fear.  I wanted it to leak out and leave me alone.  I gambled the leak would happen before Gordon either threw me out of the car or put his reserved sign on the passenger seat.

“I’m going to let you in on a secret,”  he said.  “I’ve not heard anyone ever talk about this.  It’s totally my theory.”  Gord sipped his coffee with his right hand while steering us into a gentle, wide curve that headed uphill.  The embankment dropped steeply on my right.

“Tell me later!” I blurted.  “I can’t listen now.”

A little later, sitting in a restaurant perched scenically on the top of a mountain pass, I realized I had automatically selected a booth as far back from the pristine, drop-thousands-of-feet view as possible.   ‘God, if you would just have enough mercy to take this horrid stream of phobias out of my life, I could then be a human worthy of having this incredible friend.  Help me or I’ll lose him.’

“Do you want to hear my theory now?” Gord asked.

“Yah!  Lay it on me.”

“The reason accidents happen is because people give up.”  He took a huge bite of his hamburger.

I waited for him to continue.  He didn’t.  He just kept eating.

“Is there more?” I asked.

“No.  It’s that simple.”  After a self-satisfied grin confirmed his delight, he took a sip of his coffee.

“Okay, Gord.  You are obviously thrilled with the concept.  I don’t get it.”

“When people see that they are about to have an accident, they give up. If they didn’t give up, the accident would not happen.  They freeze and do nothing.  Or they throw their arms up and let it continue.  Or they give in to believing they can do nothing.”  He watched my reaction.

“You mean we could take action and we don’t?  We just give up.  And that’s why negative stuff happens?”

“Yep,” he nodded.  “You’ve got it.”

In that instant, a light came on.  With the clarity of a DVD movie, I saw what I had been doing.

When I bought my Bronco II in the North, I’d been given a warning.  While four-wheeling was fun, Bronco IIs could tip easily due to the wheel displacement.  For three years, I’d been four-wheeling in different vehicles, including my Bronco II.  Every time we used the Bronco, I would find myself silently freaked as we picked our way over narrow, crude and dangerous exploration trails in the mountains.

After three years, my terror had become a pitch.  I now applied it to any terrain.  Without realizing it, as we set off on our journey, I had no faith that Gordon carried the same cautionary respect for this vehicular idiosyncrasy.  I had embraced a self-imposed sense of helplessness at any hint of a swerve, curve or tilt.

Afraid to let my joy loose, I asked cautiously, “What would you do if  it looked like we were going to roll over in the Bronco?”

“What has caused cars to roll over on highway curves?” he asked.

Seeing the trap his question posed, I ignored it, “Let’s say we did start to tip.  Tell me what you would do.”

As I listened to this patient man, a transformation began.  Realization washed over my weary psyche.  He had heard me.  He took the wheel displacement factor as seriously as me.  Most important, he had not given up on me.

Knowing the fear could not be totally gone, I relished the relief in that moment.  I lived in a welcome degree of release and freedom.

Back on the road, mile by mile, fear began to diminish more.  By the time we reached Jackson Hole, I saw that Doris Lessing and I communed through print while many curves slipped by unnoticed.

A few days later, I settled into a lunch at the ski lodge in Jackson Hole.  Typically, the decor was rugged enough to complement ski boots and outer gear.  The floor was obviously a slab of concrete.

I asked our waitress for some ketchup.  The bottle was placed above and just to the right of my plate.  I put down my water glass, looked at the golden crispiness of my fried potatoes and reached for the bottle of ketchup.

I knocked the ketchup bottle hard.  It become a curling rock.  It was sliding gracefully away from me and running out of table.  The next surface was the concrete floor.

What to do?  Give up?

Not with Gordon as my friend!

I jumped up and leapt to the end of the table.  I cupped my hands in such a way that the bottle careened off them and catapulted into the air.  I grabbed for it, managing only to bat it up and away from the next table.  It was heading back towards my spot.  I raced under it and grasped it securely by the neck.

Like the grip of a drunk with the last drink of the night, I froze.  Arm in the air, I held my prize with astonishment.  Apparently people cheered.

I sank into my chair, elated. ‘This is what Gordon meant,’ I thought. ‘This is not giving up.  It is so worth it’.


(The photograph is one of my favorite walks on my island home.)

***

As I finished this, I could feel you surrounding me, Beloved Guides.

We are delighted with this topic.

I almost hesitate to ask which “topic” you mean.

The wonderful truth spoken by your friend is one that our Loving Source is putting to the world.  The Universe is asking that humans on your planet not give up.  You are all being asked to recognize the power of your efforts, no matter the size.  Our own Infinite Source of Love is prepared to rejoice as your miracle is experienced and revealed.

We cannot describe to you the Love, the joy and the power we see in this simple message.  The power behind the ability to not give up is Love.  When there seems to be no love, inject yours into the moment.  When any form of negativity erupts, jump into action.  Give with Love and open the door to a stream of virtues.

There could be a whole thesis on not giving up on relationships.

Yes, in each and every relationship, when love is given, to whatever degree possible, the miracles unfold.

That can be so difficult.  When people are in situations of abuse, torture, repression…any of those horrors, it is so hard to conjure up love.

Is that a truth?  What of the Jewish people who survived the Hitler crusade?  Their example holds Truth and Beauty of supreme power.  No surviving human gave up.  They never knew when they would be freed, but they never gave up.  Hope is a freeway for Love.  Love is a fuel for miracles.

We’re back to forgiveness, aren’t we?  We forgive so we can love and be free of negativity.  As long as we can find even a modicum of love, we have the power to overcome adversity and realign ourselves with Source.   Correct?

One virtue may stand aside from the others, but it is impossible for any to stand alone.  All are connected.

Just as all living things and beings are connected.

Yes.

Is there any such thing as a hopeless situation?

That is not possible.  Where there is life, there is hope.  Some humans have only been able to see an ant or a mouse as a reminder of life.  It is always available.

So your message is to not give up on any aspect of our planet, our relationships, or our lives.  Is that correct?

Also, do not give up on yourselves.  Our message is that the miracle is always waiting to reveal itself.  It is up to you to set it free.

It’s so easy to love you, my Guides.  Thank you for all you give.

We appreciate those people who see the messages and take them into daily living.  We give our thanks and will continue to bring the Infinite Divine to you with joy.




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35 thoughts on “Giving Up Just Before the Miracle

  1. i read all your posts. sometimes i answer, sometimes i just read and digest. i am the lowest and slowest of the7. dont really think i even belong there.

    headed to san francisco for the weekend and then to meet two soul safari members next week in monterey. i hope that a couple others will be able to meet us for a lunch or dinner.

    love always,

    susan

    • I hope you have a great time with those other Soul Journer sisters, Susan. Lucky ol’ Magic – he gets to be a Soul Journer dog for a few days. Hopefully Joanne will have her blackberry and will keep the rest of us apprised of your shenanigans. Lots of love to you all.

  2. THIS IS WHAT I LIKE ABOUT YOUR BLOG!!!!!!! The story so artfully written, the lesson imprinted by real life and the “Guides” affirming it and discussing it with you. Bravo, Amy!!!!!!!

  3. What a totally delicious post, Amy. I love the story and that stunning message: “the miracle is always waiting to reveal itself. It is up to you to set it free.” Thank you for sharing it!

  4. I grew up in the mountains of Tennessee, and love driving on twisting roads, the faster the better…. but only if I am driving. I white knuckle it, pumping my imaginary brake on the passenger side floor if I’m not in control of the car.

    I like this concept too… never give up, there is always hope.

    • Aha, Tara! Thanks for dropping in. I never lost my love for driving. I too love a good hard drive. I believe the secret is to constantly pay attention. All energy goes into driving. I no longer own that “box” of a car that was good for slower, steady, winter roads – not for speed. I’m very happy to be over my paranoid passenger phase, but nobody can drive my car like me – I’ve only owned standards and few people really listen to the motor.

  5. I know exactly the area your are talking about driving here. I grip the armrests the whole time.

    Your Gordon is a wise and wonderful man and spoke truth. Never, never give up. There’s a time for acceptance, but they’re not the same things.

    Written with art and charm as always. Thank you, Amy, and thanks to your Guides.

    Hugs!

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  7. Hope is a freeway for Love. Love is a fuel for miracles.

    Okay–I needed the story and the Guides share at the end.
    And I appreciate the wisdom of Gordon–I hope he knows what a powerful force he is–I highly doubt that he has a clue.

    In the meantime–Never ever give up five minutes before the miracle.

    Hope ……and Love.
    Always Love.

    • Thanks, Mel – I grin over the comment about Gord’s wisdom. He certainly is a wise (and probably old) soul. Today he is a registered massage therapist which is probably one of the most suitable roles he could have embraced. One of the remarkable things about him is that he could be plunked down anywhere and fit right in. Anywhere. A good decent human being.

    • Thank you for dropping by, Lily. I just read your sad, but loving story about having to say goodbye to Canaan the Wonder Dog. I met a woman a few years ago with PSTD and the only way she would ever travel in a car was at night. Her family would reverse their inner clocks for a trip with mom! She just felt so much better at night and could get through the angst. I am sending you lots of healing light.

  8. Amy, “When any form of negativity erupts, jump into action.” I hear about the news in Egypt and wonder if everyone is on the same page with you.. ! Amazing, isn’t it.. ??
    I don’t know, but for some reason, along with the ski boots and gear, I was imagining you in a beautiful red dress at the end when you were being the Ketchup Heroine.. 😉 Ah, maybe the Ketchup must have brought in that visual for me 😀
    What a lovely walking boulevard on the island.. ?? This definitely has to be a summer picture 🙂

    • Hello Heart of my Heart. You know, Rachana, I strongly believe we will be seeing this more and more – that souls will unite in ways that negative leadership and rule will not be able to survive. Am I being overly optimistic? There are too many other (unrelated) sources receiving the same message.

      Yes, the road in the photo is from summer. However, my home is dubbed “the Mediterranean of Canada”. My part of Canada is currently green (no leaves on trees, but the lawns are green) and it’s about 40 degrees Fahrenheit. We have no snow. The two dumps we had only lasted a few days, then the rain washed it away. My friend in New Jersey called today telling me that airports were closing down. The changes are so dramatic. Hope you and all your beloveds are doing okay.

      • Boy that is awesome.. Mediterranean – sounds damn exotic 😉
        And we are all optimists/romantics at heart.. – no one seems to be able to take that away from us!! So, we will wish and hope for a better tomorrow for the world!

  9. Perfectly told, Amy. I was with you every step of the way, including the whole time that ketchup bottle was in the air. I also loved the line, “Apparently people cheered.” Were you so focused that your hearing got turned off? (I do that.)

    I’m sure Gordon’s right, too, by the way. My older brother once drove my mother’s car into a tree that was sitting, alone, in the middle of a wide field. The policeman explained to us that when people are driving and about to hit something, they lock their eyes on the very thing they want to avoid (in this case, the tree) and head straight for it. I know it applies to driving, and a lot of other things, it seems.

    Excellent post, as always.

    • I’m sitting here giggling over your brother…I do that when I’m cycling. I’ll concentrate so much on a pothole, I’ll nail it! 😀 Thank you for your comments. Yes, I was so intent upon not letting that bottle hit the cement floor – I shut out all else. I think of Gordon every time I manage to catch something that I fumbled. It’s so rewarding to not give up and have it pay off. Even catching a vitamin pill that’s rolling straight for the toilet!

  10. Hi Amy .. loved this and totally relate – though driving and I go well together .. though slowed up a lot recently .. too lazy, and just enjoy the view -but I need to get to the other end .. we’ve always done long journeys. Well done on catching the sauce bottle! – ugh messy if not. It is getting through and over the troubles, not being so anxious – mostly life works out, especially if we take care along the way and are aware as we go .. thanks – and that photo is glorious … me coming to visit sometime!! Cheers Hilary

    • Interesting discovering how many women love driving. My career meant jumping in my four wheel drive at a moment’s notice and drive through any kind of Canadian weather. I’m quite happy to let someone else have the challenge. I agree that when we leave life alone, it unfolds perfectly – in its own good time & manner. I love watching the process – with proactive attention. 🙂 I’d rather catch the bottle than clean up the mess.

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