“Respond to every call that excites your spirit.” Rumi
Dammit dammit dammit! I missed my flight. It was a quick connection and the gates were miles apart but I still had believed that the travel angels, who work so beautifully for me, would come through once again. Imagine my surprise when I finally ran up to the gate and saw the tiny plane taxiing away toward Newburgh without me on board.
My first inclination was to become Old Me and start to wail and cry and threaten and blame. Those feelings swelled up in a big bubble of frustration, but I had been in training for just this sort of thing these past few years, so New Me took a deep breath and just sat there in the moment and let those feelings dissipate into the air around me. Everything happens for a reason, I reminded myself. Including this.
I used the extra 4 hours in the Philadelphia airport to relax, eat some soup, read a book and just catch my breath. The time went quite quickly and before long I was taking my seat on the tiny plane that would take me on the last leg of my journey to Newburgh, New York. I was on my way to the Omega Institute for a week long seminar led by Dr. Brian Weiss on Past Life Regression. This in itself was quite surprising. Old Me would never have thought to take the time or spend the money to do something so outrageous. It wasn’t practical, people would think I was crazy, who was I to think I could learn this stuff, and on and on the doubts and resistance would come. Of course those thoughts did come to me, but instead of believing them and giving in to them, New Me decided to ignore them and listen to my inner guidance. I felt a strong, intense calling to be there, so I decided to throw logic and fear to the wind and answer the call.
The plane was flying at a very low altitude, under the clouds and as I watched out the window at the passing nightscape something really bizarre happened. The lights of the towns and cities below seemed to refract and spread out in beams, interconnecting and creating the most amazing, beautiful grid of light. I stared in awe from my vantage point up in the air and was overwhelmed by the beauty. What was this? What did it mean? Old Me determined it must be caused by the convex curve of the window or perhaps by atmospheric conditions or something logical like that. New Me quietly told Old Me to shut up and just enjoyed the magic of the flight. The beauty of it all made me feel a bit high and when we landed firmly on the ground I giddily walked through the nearly deserted airport toward the stand of taxis to find the driver I had booked. I walked outside, stopped dead in my tracks and I laughed out loud, causing several weary travelers to look my way and wonder what was up with the crazy lady staring at the sky. The grid was still there! The streetlights above and the lights from the surrounding buildings were beautifully refracting and continuing the light show for me. It took my breath away. Old Me briefly considered that I may be coming down with a touch of a brain tumor or something, but New Me knew that this was something big: something mystical and amazing and the real reason why I had missed my flight. I was meant to see this phenomena. I had no idea why but I knew that this would be important.
Everything happens for a reason.
I have learned that we show up for each other over and over again wearing different guises. This was never as clear as during that week in Omega. The very first morning I wandered the dining hall, breakfast tray in hands, feeling very much like new kid at school. Then I found her. My soul sister, friend from all eternity and a little piece of home. “May I join you?” I beamed at her, already impatient to get past the awkward introductions and start reminiscing about our vast connection. Katie, my beautiful Katie, sister mother teacher friend, flew all the way from Australia to attend the seminar. Somehow, she told me, she felt a calling to be there at that time. It was something I would hear over and over during that week.
Each experience that happened while we were at Omega revealed new connections, threads in the tapestry. I first met Butterbean during a regression that week. It is not surprising to me now that she showed up when she did. I was regressed by a young man with a deep soothing voice who just so happened to be named Thomas. Of course she would show up. Everything happens for a reason, right? In my life as Butterbean I recognized Miz Ginnia as a dear friend of mine who had passed away the previous year. Though there was no physical resemblance, the soul was the same. Imagine if your best friend changed the shirt they were wearing, you would still easily recognize them wouldn’t you? That is the case with our soul friends and families.
150 people attended that seminar… 152 if you count Dr. Weiss and his wife, Carole. We converged for a week, drawn from all over the globe in a way so compelling that none of us could ignore the call. Then the stories began to emerge of connections from lives past. People we just met turned up playing significant roles in other lifetimes. We were all inextricably linked, woven together in a tapestry of experiences and lifetimes and we had been given this amazing gift to remember it all. We were like those beams of light I saw, weaving a tapestry, intricate and beautiful, beyond the imaginings of the human mind.
We journey here to gain experience, not necessarily understanding and while Old Me rails against the mysteries, New Me revels in the magic of it all.