More Time
More Time, we always think we have more time than we do. I remember those words as they were spoken to me by an old woman in an antique shop several years ago. They rang true then and today they seem even more so.
On this first day of August I am feeling as if I had just lost my best friend. He has accomplished all that he was to do here and has ascended. It is a new beginning in a journey which will have no end.
As I think back to that day at the antique shop and remember the old widow I recall the odd experience which followed. You see, several weeks had passed since the day I bought my grey ceramic elephant planter in her shop. On this day I returned to the small Connecticut town to find that the shop was closed. Since I was very captivated by the women and the wisdom which she obtained I looked forward to the visit. I decided to stop at a few neighboring stores to inquire as to when she would return. To my surprise the answers that returned to me were, “that antique shop has not been open for years.”
It would seem that I had been visited by an angel who was letting me know, in her own way, that a friendship which I cherished was coming to an end. The time was over and the relationship had accomplished all that it was to do. The purpose of that person in my life had run its course. They were an important part of the rebirth of my spirit. It was that person who helped foster the rebirth of all that I Am.
It was during that time in my life that my connection to the spiritual realm had been rediscovered. The little insignificant happenings in my life suddenly made sense. The mysteries, synchronicities and visitations were explained. In this my insight into the reality of all that there is had been magnified one hundred fold.
When I was eight years old I knew things. My parents and immediate family did not talk about it, but they all knew how very connected I was. However, as time went on and I grew older this seemed to go into remission. I have to assume it was largely caused by a shift in my consciousness. The concentration came from the spiritual and turned to that of the physical. Mainstream society had convinced a young man that happiness would be achieved only from the accumulation of possessions and the admiration of man. It was here that I decided to get on board. I would live today for what I thought I wanted tomorrow.
Six months. In general I found that it would take this short amount of time to get over the perceived joy of having anything that I thought would make me happy. This applied to people, places and things. After six months I would end up exactly where I started, empty and seeking answers. It is funny how many times we will go down the same road time and again expecting something different there.
The coping device would be the same during these in between times. Eat, drink and pretend to be merry. Anything to avoid dealing with the reality of the life, which we had continued to create, would suffice. We had forfeited the joy of today for what may be tomorrow. It was the action of numbing ourselves today with hope that relief would come tomorrow.
By religiously using this formula we had anchored ourselves in inaction. Never allowing ourselves to be all that we are created to be would rob us of the natural joy of the moment. We would run on a proverbial treadmill and get nowhere fast. Blessings did not come to us because we were not where we needed to be. Our lives were on hold and our intended path would wait to be followed. God’s gifts would remain unwrapped and unused.
One day I decided to step off the treadmill and move forward. I picked up a college application, filled it out and mailed it away. Soon I would find myself on the path which I was intended to follow. It was here that I would find my life and wife. Everything I needed to necessitate my departure from days gone by would be given to me.
The most difficult thing for me at this time was that the friends that I held so dear to my heart would begin to slowly drift away. As our lives change so do the people in them. This is not a matter of choice. The fact is that like attracts like. As our life changes so will the people in it. Our vibration will be changed as our thoughts and actions do. Those who are stuck in the old way will remain in the old way and those who match our current vibration will be drawn to us. This is the law of the Universe and is not subject to change.
I would attempt to resist without avail. Doing the same old things as the past became increasingly more difficult for me. It was torture to sit around wasting time in the old redundant ways of the past. The joy that I once perceived in these things was gone forever.
Friendships are friendships and those we love will always be loved by us. With a few friends time can go by, but when we get together after weeks, months or even years it is as if no time has gone by at all. These are our soul mates. The ones who we confide in and who confide in us and understand the law that governs the level of our connectivity as time goes on. Therefore, we eventually give into the law and allow each other to be who we choose to be. Yet, we are always here for each other in times of difficulty and when the timing is right God always brings opportunities forth which allow us to be part of each other’s lives.
Unlike the friendship that had run its course back at the time the women in the antique shop spoke to me this time my eternal friendship would be transformed. His friendship would leap from the physical realm of existence to the spiritual realm in what would be the process of his ascension. Although, in truth what the old women said did still ring true, for me it would merely apply to our temporal existence here on earth.
We always think we have more time than we do. He was in my thoughts on Saturday at a car show as my sister and I reminisced about his 1966 Impala SS and the times we spent which preceded his ascension, but I only thought to stop by to visit. I drove through the old neighborhood and by his old home with thoughts of the times we spent there in the past, yet did not dial his number and give him a call. I thought to myself, “maybe latter” and went on with my life.
Well, we all know how this story ends. There was no latter, the time had passed to spend the time with my good friend in the physical. Today my contact with him is in the spiritual realm. His visits touch me as a vibration of energy and I know with the essence of all that I Am that he is free.
The Intuitive Life Coach 