I was fifteen hundred kilometres from home when I discovered a lump in my breast. This added to what was already proving to be a painful day and a wasted and expensive trip. I had already ignored an inner message to go home; determined to complete my project. What followed was nothing short or a miracle. What do you think – Was it Faith healing or a conincedence? For me it was a sign of undeniable faith.
The ultra sound showed the presence of a large cyst. It was decided to use a simple painless needle prick to treat it. However, the pain of the needle going in was excruciating and I was left in pain and unable to touch my breast for a couple of days. I fell into a dark mental hole when I discovered the lump was still there and hadn’t reduced in size. I called upon the powerful ‘I AM’ declarations and my inner self-healing kit to get me through, and in a couple of days I was out of the hole and feeling lighter and brighter. An appointment was made to see a specialist, but I was determined the lump would be gone by the time that day arrived.
I was up early on the morning of the appointment, and in spite of my daily healing routine, the lump hadn’t even shrunk. I was looking through the paper for some ‘good news’ and suddenly this message lit up like a neon sign: ‘Belief and faith are different. Belief is passive and faith is active’. Although I didn’t quite understand the message on a logical level, I knew that somewhere inside, that message had found a home. Off I went to the specialist, still wondering why I was really going, armed with nothing more than faith.
You can imagine my surprise when the doctor announced he couldn’t find the lump. He must be nuts, I thought. It’s so obvious. However, when I checked for myself, sure enough I couldn’t find a thing. The lump had disappeared on the half-hour trip to the specialist.
An appointment for a second ultra-sound had already been made, so now the question posed whether to keep it or not. I remembered the woman at the desk asked me to call to confirm one day prior to the appointment day. With this, I decided to wait, because somehow by then I would know whether to confirm it or cancel it.
When I called the clinic, I introduced myself and informed the receptionist that I had an appointment booked for the following day. To my astonishment the nurse reported that my appointment was, in fact yesterday. This was clearly my answer.
That evening, I responded positively to the message to go home to the coast. I wasn’t sure how I would do that as the money I was expecting was delayed, but I put the thought into motion. My friend drove me back to Sydney and I spent the weekend catching up with another long-time girlfriend.
On Monday morning I received a phone message saying that the money I had been waiting on had been deposited into my bank account. I climbed a mountain and was now on the others side – what journey!
What’s the meaning of life, you may well ask. Does anyone have a logical answer, you might well ask. Even though these topics have been at the heart of some great discussions, has anyone come up with any logical answers, to what seems like simple logical questions.?
When I was a teenager and still at school, the only career that made sense to me was to become a PE (Physical Education) teacher. I loved, and excelled at sport and was already assisting in coaching younger students. However, my limiting beliefs about my academic ability left me falling short of the required grades. I reluctantly joined the workforce and became a clerk/typist, as did many other young women in that era. I knew this wasn’t the answer to what I now understand as my Soul’s call, and I left one job after another asking, “If not this, then what?” Life just didn’t make sense.
One morning as I sat quietly pondering my life, the noise quietened and these possible answers crept into my awareness. What if, life is not supposed to make sense? Perhaps our disease. discomfort and disturbances come from trying to make logical sense of something which can’t be defined by logic.
So I asked, what if we can leave logic out of the equation and let our common sense take the reigns. What if common sense has nothing to do with education, logic or our beliefs, but is the one common thread of spirituality that connects us all? Could this common thread be Life its Self? Our body then becomes the vessel which allows this Universal Life force to continue to flow through, being expressed as our unique Soul-Self?
The alternative is to continue to allow our beliefs and conditioning to have control, keeping us blinded to the possibilities real life has to offer. When my blindfold came off, I could see that I did become a PE Teacher, a teacher of Personal Empowerment.
We can call this Universal Life our 6th Sense, the Impersonal Self, Presence, Oneness, or anything else we choose, for the name is of no matter. The only thing that really matters is the experience, which can’t always be put into words. This shared consciousness represents one’s higher intelligence, which evolves here, there and everywhere, and in every body, making us all a part of the whole. Even though our body and circumstances constantly change, who we are at soul level won’t deviate. This means that no matter what happens, you and I remain steadfast as One’s true sense of Self, fully immersed in the flow AS Life.
I could see us all, individually as a precious piece of the Universal and worldly jigsaw puzzle. As we warriors join forces we collectively develop the bigger picture depicting peace and love, thus transforming our world from fear to freedom, from the inside out.