Archive for November, 2011

While I like to have a theme in consecutive posts, a unique thought was dropped into my head while I was busy at work, which I would like to share with you, dear Readers. The thought was bundled in completeness, which I then had to pick apart in order to make sense of it. As I was bringing water to a patient who had had a hip replacement, the sudden knowing came to me that events occur in sudden shifts and jumps, rather than in orderly fashion. Rather like the quantum theory, for those of you schooled in chemistry: an electron is found in areas, but this electron does not make an orderly path which can be followed. Instead, it jumps from locale to locale without any evidence of how it made the trip. So, too, events and changes in our lives occur in sudden shifts and jumps, without an orderly path from the past through the present to the future.

As I marveled at and contemplated this piece of information imparted to me from Heaven, I waited for more to come. Sure enough, after I had digested this awesomely simply, yet profoundly moving thought, more came to me in pictures. While it is true that change happens in sudden shifts, these shifts are dependent on a persistence of effort that seemingly is without effect for long periods of time. Effort is maintained and after a critical point is reached, a shift occurs that profoundly changes one’s circumstances. Viewed from the outside, others would see this as instantaneous success in some area.

Picking these two ideas apart brought to mind the term “overnight success”, often applied to entertainers, singers, actors, and the like. Talking to those who have been called “overnight successes”, one learns that these people have put in many, many years of hard work, often in relative obscurity, until, one day, the shift occurs and they are noticed by the public, after which their lives are not the same. In other words, it takes ten years of persistence effort to become an overnight success.

Realizing the nuances of the two thoughts put into my head gave me to understand how important is the virtue of persistence in our lives, a virtue not highly regarded at present. Persistence is what keeps us doing the tasks and forming the attitudes from minute to minute that will result in the quantum shift. Persistence, then, is the life-blood of success in any endeavor. Keep doing what you’re doing, keep at it, keep on keeping on, even when things don’t seem to change. Keep at it and, at some point, suddenly everything shifts. How long this takes is unknown and seems to change from event to event. Some shifts happen more quickly; the larger the shift from a present position, usually the longer will be the dormant period. Even that is not set in stone, however, since belief and expectation will often expedite the process. The important point is to keep the faith and continue in your endeavors, no matter that you seem to be making no headway.

This may seem to be a rather dry posting, but I assure you, dear Readers, that it is of the utmost importance to you in your present circumstances. Perhaps some of you are stuck in what appears to be a rut. You have been working at change for so long, yet nothing seems to be different. Perhaps some of you think to give up in your endeavors because no reward seems to be forthcoming. Your Angels are assuring you that every moment spent in your new attitude, your new outlook, your new behavior is precious and will ultimately lead to that shift in your lives for which you have been waiting. Keep at it, keep the faith, and call on your guides and Angels when the going gets rough. After all, it was they who dropped these thoughts into my head, so I could share them with you, so you could continue with your excellent work. They also wish for you to know that information will also come to you if you stay open; and that this information does not always come only when you are meditating or somehow calm. For me, it came at the height of stress and in the most unusual circumstance, as I was handing water to a patient who was nattering on about some trivia. Stay open, stay focused, stay persistent, and you will reap untold rewards.

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Hello, dear Readers. On this day after Thanksgiving, I wish to share with you a story that started out in disaster and ended in gratitude, with much to be thankful for.

About a month ago, the Northeast was inundated with a snowstorm such as has not been seen in quite some time. It left nearly 31 inches of wet, sticky snow in some areas, felled trees, knocked out power lines, and gave some of a real run for our money, as we waited for 5 days, or more, for the power to came back on.

The story: I left work that night at 11:30 pm with high hopes that I would be able to beat the storm and arrive safely at home, 25 miles away from where I work. Although my Angels had been nudging me to have my snow tires put on before the end of October, I resisted, thinking that snow doesn’t usually fall much before the first days of December. So, no snow tires. And without snow tires, my car acts like it’s on a greased griddle when there’s so much as one flake on the road. With this handicap, I set off into the hills of central Massachusetts.

The going was terrible. It being a Saturday, no snow plows were out. I made it out of the city by the skin of my teeth, shouting at my Angels at each and every hill to help me get up them. Several cars and trucks tailgated me until I slid across the road, then, they all stayed far behind me, so I was not in danger of hitting them. By sheer will and adrenalin, I made it to within ten miles of where I live. Here, several police cars blocked the road. The police were waiting for the highway crews to cut through the trees that had fallen across the country road, so we waited while they cut. In speaking to the officers, they told me that going to my town would be “pretty rough” and that I would have been better staying in the city where I work. Argh! I couldn’t turn around because I’d never get back up those hills again, with the snow falling the way it was. There was nothing for it, but to forge ahead.

Forge ahead I did, taking all the roads that ran around the big hills. Then, I came to another stop. This time it was a pick-up truck in the road. I hopped out of the car and ran to see what was up. It was a tree, right across the road. So didn’t the driver jump out of his truck, take a chainsaw out of the truck bed, and proceed to cut up that tree! At this point, I began to see a pattern. As the man cut, I dragged branches off the road until it was cleared enough for one lane trafflic. By this time, there was a respectable line behind us, and don’t you know, my car started to spin because of not having snow tires. Several people behind me helped push my car back onto the road and we all went ahead until the next tree stopped us. This was no one-man, one-chainsaw tree. But, as luck would have it, the highway department guys were on the other side of that tree with BIG chainsaws and sawed us out in good time. Most of the cars were stopping in that town, but I still had ten miles to go. No one was hopeful, but they wished me luck.

With adroit maneuvering and hollering at my Angels, I made it to the base of the 2 1/2-mile tall hill that separated me from Home Sweet Home. First, I tried a side road around the hill, but the little incline was too much for my snow tireless car and I ended up sideways across the road. Again, with some kind of luck, I was able to turn around and head back to the tremendous hill. Gamely, I went for it. I made it around the U-curve and headed up, only to become stuck in a snowbank on a curve. Any car or snow plow coming by would not see me and just wipe out my car, so it was obvious that I couldn’t stay in it.

What to do? My intention was to leave the car there and walk up the 2 1/2 miles to my house in the raging snowstorm–this is what adrenalin can do for you. It gives you all kinds of superhuman strength, but not a lot of common sense. My iPhone was in my purse, and although I get no signal at the top of the hill, for some reason the bottom of the hill gave me 5 bars. Accessing the internet (thank you, Angels!), I googled the police dispatch phone number for my town and requested permission to leave my car where it was. Permission was denied, but they sent out an SUV with beautiful snow tires to help me out. The officer first tried to push my car out of the snow bank, but no go. He then called a tow truck that pulled me out, so all I had to do was back down the rest of the hill in the blinding snow to the parking lot at the bottom. Needless to say, I got stuck several times and had lots of trouble getting out, but finally made it to the parking lot. The police allowed me to park my car and they took me home.

When we reached my driveway, I realized that even if I had made it up that hill (which was impossible), I would not have been able to drive into my driveway because of the two feet of snow blocking it. The nice policeman walked with me to my door, made certain that I was safely in the house, then left. Although there was no snow inside my house, neither was there any electricity. That meant no lights, no heat, and no water. The temperature was 45 degrees inside, but at least there was no snow. While the storm raged outside, I was cuddled up under 15,000 blankets, thanking my lucky stars that I had made it home in one piece. What usually took 45 minutes, had taken 3 1/2 hours and all of the adrenalin I had stored for the next year.

So why is this story post-worthy? It is not a universal whine or even a “why me?” tale. After going over the events in my mind, I was aghast at all of the many places where divine intervention had mitigated a disastrous situation. First of all, so many people were on the road at that hour. Usually, I run into nearly no one at that hour of the night, but everywhere I turned, it seemed to be wall-to-wall people. Secondly, even though my car had no snow tires, I was able to go up hills that should have been impossible obstacles. Thirdly, wherever trees had fallen onto the road, someone with a chainsaw was present to cut a path. Even around here, people don’t usually have chainsaws in the backs of their pickup trucks, yet here was a lone driver who had his chainsaw, and he was there to help me. And when that really BIG tree was across the road, no less than the Highway Department (!) with BIG chain saws was on the other side, cutting a path on the road. Amazing. Fourthly, so many kind people were available to push me out of one snow bank and get me going. Fifthly, all alone at the bottom of that huge hill, with my car stuck in a snow bank, I was able to access the internet in my cell phone and summon help! Lastly, the kind, helpful policemen and one tow-truck saved my car and my bacon, because, looking back, I would never have been able to make it up that hill on foot. They would have found my lifeless body in the spring, frozen in a snow bank.

This kind of amazing heavenly supervision goes on all the time for each and every one of us. Of course, this kind of help also begs the question: why do we have to go through these kinds of experiences—but that is a post for another time. Suffice it to say that truly each hair on your head is counted by all of the Angels in heaven, who care for you as no other. Look around at your own lives, my dear Readers, to discover all the ways in which your own Angels care for you.