Could you give me a hand as I crawl out of this tunnel? You might be behind me. If so, just give a shove – then I’ll pull you through.
In January, predictions landed like snowflakes. We were in for a period of heavy events involving health and relationships. Like a light wintry snowfall, I ignored the gloom and doom messages.
However, after hearing the fifth person describe major life issues, with a couple being life threatening, I wondered if I could accurately recall those messages. The warning I remembered most was forecasting weird behaviour coming off the walls when least expected.
Thankfully, in February, after studying a spiritual path, I was deemed prepared to receive a new meditation technique and practice. Unsure of this new discipline, I gingerly embraced earlier mornings and devoted time to my spiritual condition and well-being. I dedicated one hour a day to “nothingness”. With nothingness, I hoped to connect to an inner Source of Love, Joy and Peace.
A protest rose from my depths one early morning. Did I really want to get up early and meditate for an hour every day? I remembered a therapist who once directed an over-taxed businessman to sit quietly and do nothing for one hour in the coming week. At the next session, the man very proudly described how he listened to Beethoven’s Fifth during the hour. “I really listened!” he said. “I heard it like I’ve never heard it before.”
“That’s not what you were to do. You are to sit in silence and do nothing. Practice again this coming week.” Off the man went.
Next session, he was a bit more humble. “You know, I actually came up with a solution to a situation that has been a concern for over a year!”
“You haven’t got it yet. Total silence – do nothing. Just be with you.”
He came back after the third attempt, downcast, and said, “I don’t know if I can sit still and just be with myself for a whole hour.”
“Yet you want to subject the very same person – who you don’t want to be with – on other people for the remaining 23 hours?”
I needed that reminder to prepare for the coming news:
My oldest sister, a diabetic diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, rages against anyone trying to help her, including family. Her adult children had to place her in a care facility where safety is more assured. What can be more heartbreaking than having to deal with a mother’s wrath?
My other older sister just completed a two week stay in the hospital. Her son and daughter quietly help their single mom through times of emotional upheaval.
Two blogger friends deal with their own health issues while they each care for loved ones with cancer.
Other bloggers have expressed or hinted at challenges they are facing – separation, divorce, major surgery, severe disappointment and their own mortality.
Soul Dipper turned into a warehouse of golden blankets sent out to wrap people in healing light.
My meditation sessions begin with a prayer that each person receive one of these blankets, including the care-giving loved ones who feel helpless, ill-equipped and marginally effective. Hopefully they have come to believe that their presence assures healing. We underestimate the power of Love – even when it occasionally feels absent.
Why did I end up in the tunnel? Health issues. Bumps, lumps, breathlessness, pain and swelling means facing various tests. Hopefully the sages are correct…that this weirdness is simply the trip through dimensional changes.
Also, my heart broke over not being told about the death of a mutual friend’s mother. Besides my sorrow over my friend’s loss, my ego decried the possible loss of being “part of” a circle of long-time friends. Cell phones mean cheap, easy and fast texting and, I’m learning, not having a smart phone apparently means no communication. I intuited that event coming, but it still bit deeply!
The sages claim these opportunities help us decide whether we continue living with attitudes from third dimensional energies or if we have the moxy to stretch out and embrace the fifth. The higher energy apparently surrounds our planet now and will continue to bombard us – physically, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. It’s up to us to grab hold and hang on while this energy jacks up the notches.
Thankfully, during meditation, my chaotic mind transforms into one of compassion and empathy. I’m not sure if I can “claim the fifth”, but somehow, I’ve been loved into responding to these and other bombardments in a manner that comforts my conscience.
It looks safe to come out of the tunnel. I see the road is packed with people. Oh yah…we’re all one! I keep forgetting…