We are “called.” Those who join us are “called” too.
I find such comfort in the idea that we are “here, now,” intentionally. I love the awareness that whomever I meet, only casually or quite seriously, was sent. In fact, I had “requested” the meeting at a time and in a space I have long since forgotten about. My first sponsor told me this in 1976. I completely dismissed the idea then. In fact, I felt uncomfortable around her for a time. Her spiritual beliefs often seemed farfetched to me.
She was a psychic. She did readings and healings for women and men. Many in our circle of friends relied on her for help for their every decision. I was concerned for them. I knew I didn’t want to “make her my Higher Power.” She was a loving and very wise woman, however, and I learned much from her. In time, I came to believe that what she said about the people we meet was right. At least believing it relieved me of many hours of anguish and confusion.
Now I share this same idea with others all the time, in my books, when I am speaking to a group at a seminar, and even in casual conversations. Caroline Myss is “the mother” of this idea. Perhaps there were many spiritual guides who preceded her, sharing this same idea; but it was from her book, Sacred Contracts, that I found confirmation for what my sponsor had told me many years before.
Adopting the idea as a truth I can count on has changed my experience of life. I no longer quake with fear when someone I don’t know shows up on my path and makes a fuss about something. I understand that he or she is serving as my “teacher” for that moment, and all I have to do is observe, taking from the experience whatever I want to.
Every moment of my life, and yours too, is divine, filled with the exact experiences we need to get to the very next moment. An awesome philosophy, isn’t it. Every step we take is a baby step toward the divine ending we all will experience one day. In the meantime, enjoying every person and each moment is what we have been invited to do. We can be assured that no one will show up who shouldn’t. We can also be certain that we will know how to handle every experience, and “teacher,” if we turn to our “inner source” for the direction we have been promised is there.
How simple and loving our life is when we see it correctly. There is nothing to fear. Ever. We are where we need to be. Always. We get what we need. Now. Let’s rejoice.
Angel
One of my mentors died last night , I found myself remembering your writing and coming here for comfort. It occurred to me that perhaps my life is divine. I had dropped out of recovery for a bit and about a year and a half ago I was still suffering so I reentered and found my Friday meeting. I met this woman, she had been in the program for 27 years this would have been her 28 year in. She was always smiling, willing to listen, willing to share. She told me she felt a connection with me like we were kin, I felt the same, although thirty four years spanned us. She helped me to take the program to my heart. She taught me how to separate myself from others feelings,how to detach with love, how to take care of myself and be gentle with myself, how to pause and so much more. She also gave me hope that I might find the peace, serenity and contentment that she had regardless of what was going on around her. Looking back now I see that she was the twelfth step in action. I also realize had I been a year and a half later I may have missed her. She was in my life for a purpose and she is the first person I have been able to feel enough to grieve. My feelings were so shut down from childhood. Thankyou for letting me share n Thankyou for your writing. It’s comfortable to me like a comfortable pair of slippers. It helps to think she was divinely in my life for a purpose while I grieve:)
karencasey
AngelHi Angel,
What a wonderful testament you have written to your mentor and sponsor. She, too, was lucky to have you in her life. It was a very mutual exchange of love and support.
She gave you much to hang on to for life. Her purpose, here, was complete. You were an important part of it. What a wonderful celebration that is. Just knowing that wherever we are, the path is divine, makes each step a beautiful one. If not now, soon.
May you continue to know love on your journey.
Karen
Angel
One of my mentors died last night , I found myself remembering your writing and coming here for comfort. It occurred to me that perhaps my life is divine. I had dropped out of recovery for a bit and about a year and a half ago I was still suffering so I reentered and found my Friday meeting. I met this woman, she had been in the program for 27 years this would have been her 28 year in. She was always smiling, willing to listen, willing to share. She told me she felt a connection with me like we were kin, I felt the same, although thirty four years spanned us. She helped me to take the program to my heart. She taught me how to separate myself from others feelings,how to detach with love, how to take care of myself and be gentle with myself, how to pause and so much more. She also gave me hope that I might find the peace, serenity and contentment that she had regardless of what was going on around her. Looking back now I see that she was the twelfth step in action. I also realize had I been a year and a half later I may have missed her. She was in my life for a purpose and she is the first person I have been able to feel enough to grieve. My feelings were so shut down from childhood. Thankyou for letting me share n Thankyou for your writing. It’s comfortable to me like a comfortable pair of slippers. It helps to think she was divinely in my life for a purpose while I grieve:)
Angel
Wonderful Karen;) your first sponsor sounds amazing 😉 as I go forth into the world, let me pray for gods will for me, knowing the others that surround me are my teachers. I know I’m
surrounded by Angels(local alanon) and I know I was drawn to you and your work from when I found each day a new beginning at the thrift store 😉 hugs n love;) im reading every blog
karencasey
AngelThanks, Angel, for your steady support.
Love,
Karen