Wednesday, 10 April 2019 08:19

God's Work: Sharing Knowledge

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Interesting journey and I find myself quiet again. No longer on fire with sharing this divine knowledge, I have no choice but to turn inward yet as I travel, on occasion I share. 

My current way of earning a living takes me to El Paso a couple of times a month, where I have three medical office buildings I am involved with operationally and for leasing. I get to interface with venders associated with the properties, an engineer, tenants and the executive team for the hospital.  Over the course of the past year I have discussed our journey with grief and enlightenment with the engineer.  I even shared the first book with him, for the benefit of a friend of his whose son had transitioned within the past three years.  Then it hit close to home.

Earlier this year, my engineer’s step son transitioned under difficult circumstances. We were at lunch afterward, him and I.  He needed to talk as he was carrying a burden of guilt, wishing he could have done more for his step son and if he had, maybe unfortunate circumstances of his passing could have been avoided.  He needed to talk and I listened, and assured him that his step-son was fine and that he would send him signs.  He seemed a little skeptical, but I could feel a difference in him afterward.

Approximately four months passed and last week, as he sat across from me at my desk he started talking about finding a picture someplace it didn’t belong. I started paying closer attention.  He was kind of rambling and didn’t mention whose picture it was.  As he continued, he said the picture had been tucked, forgotten, around the frame of a mirror, but the other day he found the picture someplace it had no business being.  I guessed the picture was of his step-son and he confirmed it was.  He completed the exchange by asking what I thought about the whole thing.  I replied, “You answered your own question by even asking me what I thought.”  I told him it was his step-son sending him a sign and letting him know that he was more than just fine, he was alive and well across the veil.  The engineer said, “I hope you are right.”  I let him know that I knew I was.  Things like that don’t just happen without reason.

I was exhausted when I made it home that night. I had been fighting a cold and was just plain worn out.  Somehow I managed to tear Q’s truck up while attempting to back into my single garage stall.  It was very odd and very weird; I just had a moment where I kind of blacked out.  After setting the brake, opening the truck door to get out and pull in the passenger side mirror, suddenly I felt movement the next thing I knew, there was a crunch and the driver side door was pinned backward.  I initially could not comprehend what had happened, but realized the truck was still in reverse.  I was about to go down the woe is me trail, but realized it could have been worse if I had been already outside of the vehicle when it started moving.  If that had happened, I could have been pinned between the side of the house and truck door.

The next day I was on the phone with an insurance adjuster, explaining what had happened and shared that is was in all likelihood, Quinton that saved me from being crushed. Obviously I shared some of our journey and then, she shared hers.  What comes next is the good stuff and what happens when you share with others.  Her name was Carol and she shared that as her Dad neared the time for him to take the journey home (transition), his Father-in-Law (already on the other side) stopped in for a visit.  Everybody in her Dad’s hospital room took notice of his attention to an unseen individual and that he had perked up; they asked and he told them who he was speaking with.

Again and again, this is what is normal – all we have to do is talk about it. Guess I will continue to do just that.  Close the loop; what does this all mean?  It means there is no death and that we continue on in a different form after shedding our bodies.  This drama we are fed, means nothing in and of itself.  The deeper decision is, what will each of us do in the face of it?  Will we let it demoralize us or be an agent for Good?

Namaste,

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