I’ve been so moved by the book, Proof of Heaven, that this morning, I decided to look up Dr. Eben Alexander’s schedule thinking that I would love to see him in person sometime. As it turns out, he is speaking TONIGHT in Liverpool NY which is about a 3 hr. drive for me. “This is truly amazing!” was my first thought. It is, for me, another affirmation that everything is moving exactly as it should. When I need, or want, something (want from my higher self that is, not necessarily what my ego thinks I need in the moment…a big difference!), it shows up. It presents itself for me to say yes (or no) to.
We are constantly getting guidance to move forward, wait, or to take a different direction. The more aware I become of the larger dimension of My-Self, the more I recognize the constant, loving, guidance that is as close as my breath, my beating heart, my deep desires.
This book, although recommended to me by many people, didn’t really make it into my consciousness until Wed. afternoon, when we arrived back home from looking at the house in Middlebury. As I walked back into our current home, feeling all sorts of emotions; hope, excitement, doubt, and anticipation, I saw it on our coffee table (having just borrowed it on Sunday from my future daughter-in-law) and opened it up…. and didn’t put it down until I went to bed.
After Jack and I had seen the home in Middlebury on Wed., we took a walk through the downtown and talked about going out to breakfast, but I was so deeply moved emotionally, that I felt I needed to ground myself and re-center, so I suggested that Jack get a bagel, and I decided to go to my new favorite Middlebury thrift store. As I walked into the store I thought, “This is good, I can get my mind off the house for a half hour or so, calm down, and stop this flood of tears” that had begun welling up when we were going through the house.
I am not opposed to crying, actually I think it is wonderful, but it isn’t something that I do very often. It isn’t my usual reaction to life. So when we walked though that home, and I started to feel like I was about to burst open with tears, I was surprised. But when Jack and I got into the car to drive away, and I broke into sobs, I felt a bit like I was coming unglued. So my trip to the thrift store seemed just the ticket to bring me back to myself….or so I thought.
Within a minute of walking inside, a new song began playing on the radio. The tears started again. Really? In the middle of the thrift store?…the name of the song was “Home*” by Philip Phillips, and one of the lines is,”….just know you’re not alone, cause I’m gonna make this place your home.”
OK, I guess I was not meant to “center myself”…I was meant to give in to this flood of feelings, emotions, grace, love, divine coincindence….I’ve been crying in bursts since that moment inside the house…..tears of love and happiness and wonder….and I know without a doubt that none of us is ever alone.
“Without recovering that memory of our larger connectedness, and the unconditional love of our Creator, we will always feel lost here on earth….God is present in us at all times…and loving us without conditions….we are connected as One thorough our divine link with God.” pg 161, Proof of Heaven
Sending you all blessings this weekend of hope, courage, and renewed faith, that you are right where you are supposed to be, surrounded and cradled in the arms of Love.
The video to the song Home is below….it is wonderful!