Life Guidance Series 65: Following Guidance on the Hoof
One more story about following Guidance . . .
Studying for Neurology Board exam, I was getting headaches from additional mental exertion at work. Studying in Maui prior to a workshop I planned to attend was more likely to support brain function. The idea was to relieve stress, regain balance, and study a lot.
My seat on the plane was near a woman with a brain injury and a retired neuro nurse!
Exiting the plane I visualized bowing low to the spirits of the island. They are strong and active, and it’s wise to be respectful. I asked them to accept my presence and help make my stay transformational, spiritually aligned and healing.
My trip got off to an intense start. I was exhausted. The rent-a-wreck had almost no gas. Chunks of bumper chipped off when I put in my luggage. There were no directions to the rental place. The phone number on the bumper sticker didn’t work. My hostess at a B and B acted as if I had crawled up out of a drain. Grudgingly, she googled the car place, in an obscure little town 40 minutes away.
I did spiritual practices as I drove, trying to soothe myself. My guidance seemed clear and solid despite awkward events. I sensed that these events were to alter the course of my stay and sharpened my focus.
Backing out of a driveway when I had to turn around, I spied The Death Store, tucked back off the road. I was amazed. The Death Store sells simple caskets and urns. It belongs to Bodhi, who would lead the upcoming workshop. It was closed.
The car place did not show from the street. I parked to find it on foot. No one was there. When I called the phone number over the door the guy asked me to come back the next day. It was only 4:20.
I saw Bodhi walking across the parking lot, stepped into his open arms, and cried for a minute in release and relief. I felt on track now, and sensed that I needed to stay open for more changes.
We opened The Death Store. The atmosphere bathed me in exquisitely subtle, nurturing acceptance and grace. A lovely, polished camphor wood urn smelled divine.
Bodhi had me call a naturopath friend who let out rooms nearby. The woman where I was supposed to stay became more strange. She was psychic but also paranoid, and kept misconstruing things. When I came in she was on the phone having me checked into. My cell phone wasn’t working, so she thought I might be a criminal. I’ll skip the gory details, but I almost slept in the car. She said I must leave by seven in the morning to accommodate her plans.
I noticed a strange portal in the corner of her living room. The woman said her house was on an old burial site. Discarnate Beings came to her for help transitioning into the light. They interrupted what she was doing, demanding to be taken care of immediately. Her spiritual teacher long ago had told her to set the radio station in her car between two frequencies, to practice listening to more than one conversation at the same time. This practice helped her focus when real people and dead people talked at once.
About 2 AM I woke up feeling as if she were sitting on me with her great bulk. I was trying to find a boundary, or a way to feel my own energy signature distinct from hers. She told me in the morning that she had been doing energy work at night to bring in and smooth out some of the energies coming onto the planet.
The next few nights I stayed at the naturopath’s. The room had been booked up, but the person who’d planned to stay had a heart attack and the room became available.
The house was a Buddhist sanctuary, and the naturopath’s partner was healing from a brain injury. I felt at ease there. I got to practice neurology for my exam, and to help out.
Travel can magnify and reflect the way we create in the world. It can be harder to bring ourselves as openly to everyday life.
When you travel, do you leave yourself open to life or keep yourself insular?
How does Guidance play into the way events unfold?
Can you make yourself available to synchronicity and change within the structure of your daily life?