Today I was conversing with a friend, about her helping a neighbor who was a hoarder, and ill from RA, and was very mean and nasty to her neighbors. She had become toxic, alcoholic, but now was so sick that she needed help.
My friend was iffy about helping her, because of the history of grief that she had caused. but I had a similar experience with a neighbor when I lived in the Oakland hills.
My story, though, is really about "who are the helpers", and "who asks for help", and the circle of being of service to spirit.
We all are, in some way, and that world exists simultaneously to this one.
And we get help as well.
While living in the Oakland hills, a couple of decades ago, hanging out in my backyard:
At one point, I noticed my neighbor wasn't out on her back deck lately, where she would normally be drunk and saying mean stuff. I did see another woman, though out there, and she waved at me.
I found out it was her nurse. She said that she had been ill for some time, and was now in her home, in hospice.
She said that the woman loved to see the goats I had (mostly one, and she would have babies the spring. Her deck looked out over the fenced in area where the goats lived.
My goat had just had babies, and the nurse said the woman was excited about it.
So I asked if I could visit her for a minute.
I scooped up one of the newborn goats (so soft!) and headed to her house.
Let me remind you that this woman had been mean to me and the other roommates for a decade or more. I think after her husband died, she became sad, and angry and drunk and a little nuts.
But I brought the baby goat over and the nurse let me in the house, and to the hospital bed.
I don't know if she could really see anymore, but heard the nurse explain what was happening, and who I was.
I leaned into her and put the tiny hoof of the baby goat in her hand so she could feel it, and the softness of its fur.
She really couldn't talk, but she cried, and it was really beautiful.
I said goodbye and left.
The woman died a day or two later.
I knew that a lot of her resentment, anger, and despair drained out, and that a happier woman died and crossed over.
At that point, I had just dropped all the story, because she was dying. Because of the kind things the nurse said.
So, I think that I got a healing too, and could just let all that story go.
I guess the moral of the story is that people have trauma in their lives, and they twist and contort and become sick, and spew their sickness onto others, onto their houses, into their bones, and they do stupid things.
And, they have a soft heart inside there, somewhere, that got very hurt.
Or, the moral of the story is that baby goats legs are incredibly soft, and are quite healing!
My friend was iffy about helping her, because of the history of grief that she had caused. but I had a similar experience with a neighbor when I lived in the Oakland hills.
My story, though, is really about "who are the helpers", and "who asks for help", and the circle of being of service to spirit.
We all are, in some way, and that world exists simultaneously to this one.
And we get help as well.
While living in the Oakland hills, a couple of decades ago, hanging out in my backyard:
At one point, I noticed my neighbor wasn't out on her back deck lately, where she would normally be drunk and saying mean stuff. I did see another woman, though out there, and she waved at me.
I found out it was her nurse. She said that she had been ill for some time, and was now in her home, in hospice.
She said that the woman loved to see the goats I had (mostly one, and she would have babies the spring. Her deck looked out over the fenced in area where the goats lived.
My goat had just had babies, and the nurse said the woman was excited about it.
So I asked if I could visit her for a minute.
I scooped up one of the newborn goats (so soft!) and headed to her house.
Let me remind you that this woman had been mean to me and the other roommates for a decade or more. I think after her husband died, she became sad, and angry and drunk and a little nuts.
But I brought the baby goat over and the nurse let me in the house, and to the hospital bed.
I don't know if she could really see anymore, but heard the nurse explain what was happening, and who I was.
I leaned into her and put the tiny hoof of the baby goat in her hand so she could feel it, and the softness of its fur.
She really couldn't talk, but she cried, and it was really beautiful.
I said goodbye and left.
The woman died a day or two later.
I knew that a lot of her resentment, anger, and despair drained out, and that a happier woman died and crossed over.
At that point, I had just dropped all the story, because she was dying. Because of the kind things the nurse said.
So, I think that I got a healing too, and could just let all that story go.
I guess the moral of the story is that people have trauma in their lives, and they twist and contort and become sick, and spew their sickness onto others, onto their houses, into their bones, and they do stupid things.
And, they have a soft heart inside there, somewhere, that got very hurt.
Or, the moral of the story is that baby goats legs are incredibly soft, and are quite healing!
At some point, and on some level, we are all interconnected; there is not separation.
We may contract our energies to that field but it is always there.
It is always here.
I was needed to show up, to help that woman melt off some of the denseness of her life. Grieving her husbands loss, drinking, and filled with fear and loathing of the outside world. And yet, there were these goat babies with their furry new legs, sweet and innocent, that she could see from her back porch.
It wan’t about me at all, but my forgiveness and being sacred witness was a part of her moving on.
And when I need help, people show up in the strangest and most graceful ways.
Either to show me something, or point me in a direction, to remind me of my strengths, my gifts, or the sacred magic in the world.
Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to be a spirit guide in a next life, or, in between.
How fun, and rewarding to help someone or keep them safe, and on their path.
But how excruciating, to witness their choices, and free will, when it goes in other directions. To stand back.
I imagine how fantastic the internet is for communications and instant delivery of it, and how it is similar in the spirit world.
In an almost comical way, I imagined it this morning, because I looked out my kitchen window while making my morning coffee, and there was this black rabbit near my house.
I mused as to its owner, maybe a sad child in the neighborhood.
imagining the prayers to the mighty ones, and somewhere there was a switchboard operator, delegating the prayer to a spirit guide for help.
“Yes there are prayers to Archangel Michael by the family, but there’s an accident on the freeway nearby, and he is needed there.
He can’t be chasing down a child’s pet. Let’s get the guardian angel on board, as well as the house elf and land fairies of the yard on the block that is a designated safe place for animals.
We’ll check back and see what Michael wants to do, and sign it off.”
“When is lunch break?”
The rabbit unfortunately died in the front yard, and I sang a song to it, and reminded it of her wonderful life and the good things. I realized when I posted it on Next Door that others had helped this bunny also. Thank you for your kindness.
Thank you for showing up.
How do you show up in the field?
What stories do you have to tell?
How does spirit place you in the right place at the right time to be of sacred service?
And, is it the dashing, important stuff (where you get to be hero, or show your talents and great wisdom), or is it the simple passing on of grace, of transformational light?
Do you work without telling others?
The invisible helper?
Sometimes I think that I have to have my own life together and be in a place of centered perfection for it to happen, to be part of the chain, but alas, that is usually not the case.
For some reason, helping small wild animals, and also spirits that got stuck or lost seems to be my task right now, as is nudging a persons spirit into center, into their own information and path. I do nothing but a slight nudge, at the right time, and the wheels get back on the track.
Not very glamorous, but very needed. That hello, or neutral acknowledgement has also saved me, enlightened me, and helped mold me into who I came here to be. I thank all of those angels in human form, and those without any form for that.
I can’t believe how people show up in my path to get a reading, or a shamanic session, or sometimes just a conversation at a coffee shop.
How did this meeting come about? Who set this up?
I do hope, as you go about your day, after you read this, that you remember to turn on your “available” beacon for those who need an angel. You can always turn it down, if you need to.
Sometimes, when it is you who needs the healing, or attunement, that is exactly what happens. Spirit sets you up to help someone else.
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