Cheers
C.M.W
Now that our rented shed had somehow ended up a community centre, and was very busy, there was no room left for sculpting. Often people would be in the shed having 'hands on healing' or having a deep and meaningful conversation with another soul etc. when all they could hear was my partner banging away (usually in the doorway) at his fantastic creations. What a creative man. Anyhow people started to get quite angry with him and would wish he would shut up or go away!!
My partner hadn`t contributed financially for ages and I knew he was getting itchy feet.We had had such an amazing time together in Tanzania, but now it just wasn`t working. It had always been an emotionally difficult relationship even though we loved each other very much. End result was that he moved on to greener pastures.
After Africa I had heaps of energy and a new lease on life.
I continued on with the Quality of Life Resource Centre open to everyone, and anyone, seven days a week.
A much needed free service to those that wanted to expand their consciousness through meditation, chanting, selfless service, communing with like minded souls etc. A vast library on all aspects of quality of life ranging from spirituality through to health, herbs, medicine (Eastern & Western), diet, metaphysics, psychology and emotional healing, yoga etc art, gardening and sustainability was offered, as well as a huge amount of workshops pertaining to quality of life. Never a dull moment. Love in action was the ethics in 'The Shed'.
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| The Purple Jacket |
One day an elderly man, who had spent the afternoon in 'the shed', asked a favour of me. "Christabel, I was wondering if you could possibly help me out?" His pleading eyes set the tone of his request, "I can`t find anyone to help me out tomorrow."
I didn't particularly want to be away all day but I knew I had nothing planned and I also knew that there would be people visiting the shed who could look after it whilst I did whatever he wanted, so I asked "What is it that you want me to do?"
"I need someone to drive one of my cars down to Cairns. You see, I am selling one." He stopped for a breath and then continued, "I will follow you down, pick you up from the drop-off place, and then bring you home. Should be home by 1.30pm."
After a bit more chat, it was decided that he would pick me up at 10am the following morning.
We arrived in Cairns a little after 11.30am. The kind elderly gentleman was very grateful for my help. "Christabel, I just have to go and pick up a couple of things. How about I drop you off at The Pier. I will meet you upstairs in the food section around 12.30pm, that way you can have a drink whilst you are waiting for me."
I agreed. Most of us try and kill three birds with one stone if we visit Cairns. Makes perfect sense.
12.30pm came and went. 1.00pm., 1.30pm, 2.00pm 2.30pm all came and went. I was starving. I had had one cup of coffee, was now starving, and headachey from lack of food, and had no other dollars on me. Yes, I had emptied my bag out searching for an illusive dollar or two. Nothing. Actually none to my name!
It was hot, and I was bothered. "BLOODY R-----! WHERE THE HELL IS HE?" I muttered rather loudly. It was so dam hot. I needed water and I was really pissed off.
Sometimes weird things happen to me. Sometimes spirit (or maybe a spirit), takes me by the hand. Yes, I literally feel as if someone takes hold of my hand and pulls me away, or rather leads me somewhere.
This is what happened next.
I could feel the energy take hold of my hand and stand me up. When this happens I become very quiet and very vague. I was then led to the stairs, down the stairs, and then to the posh shops on the ground floor.
Next I watched myself be taken in ,by the spirit, to a very upmarket leather shop. I don`t know what the upmarket, slick shopkeeper must have thought. Here I was, in a brightly coloured sarong, possibly looking like I was spaced out, walking, or should I say floating, into a sea of extravagantly and beautifully designed leather garments of all colours and sizes. The energy still had hold of my hand. I was led past the shopkeeper and straight to the back left-hand corner of the boutique. Once there, my hand was thrust into a row of leather jackets. I watched my hand grab hold of something and then pull out the softest of all the leather jackets. It was the colour purple.
" Lovely Dear" the 'on the ball' eager shopkeeper whispered. "Try it on."
A few seconds later I was being hugged by the softest, most beautiful leather I have ever felt. It fitted perfectly.
" That colour is your colour, and doesn't it fit you perfectly!"
Even though I was still feeling very spaced-out, vague, and rather separate from my body, I somehow muttered the words "How much?"
"Only $650 as it happens to be on special."
"It`s lovely, but I think I will leave it for now," I found myself saying, hoping that I hadn't given away my penniless situation.
After softly thanking the lady for her assistance I glided straight back through the shop and into the shopping mall.
My anger had completely disappeared along with my headache.I looked up to see if R..... was waiting for me upstairs in the Food Court. He wasn't. "Oh well - if only I could find some dollars for a drink and some food"
I decided to again rummage through my bag thinking that maybe I had missed a pocket or corner.
Once again I plunged my desperate hand into my bag and to my utter amazement I pulled out heaps and heaps of paper notes!!! South African money!!
How strange. I hadn't exchanged any Tanzanian money into South African money. When I left Tanzania I had had only a few dollars left, so I didn't bother to change it as I thought I would add it to my daughter`s money collection back home. I never had any South African money. Our employer had flown us (on one of his jets) into Sth Africa, where we almost immediately boarded our plane out of Africa. There was no need for any money. We still had a few South African dollars ( enough for a drink) from when we first arrived in Africa.
I couldn't believe my eyes. Still very vague I turned around, and there right next to where I was standing was a Money Exchange. I slowly walked one pace and then handed the wad of notes under the grid to the cashier.
" That`s six hundred and eighty Australian dollars Mam." The cashier announced, as he counted out the dollars before pushing the money back to me.
The smartly dressed chic shopkeeper was taken aback when moments later I had glided back into her expensive Italian Leather Boutique. "Did you forget something?" She queried.
"I think I`ll take the jacket." I said, as I handed over the six hundred and fifty dollars.
Minutes later I was on the escalator heading back up to the R---less Food Court, carrying in my right hand a beautiful bag in which my soft purple Italian Jacket was resting.
" Hope R-- doesn't come for a while as I`m going to order a coffee and quiche" I said to myself "That`s if there is any food left!"
That night I thought about a lot of things. About Africa, about the Universe, the meaning of life, about selfless service and about all that I do to facilitate love for each other and our beautiful Planet Earth. In Africa I worked to heal the land and to heal and protect the animals. In Africa I had no access to any Mastercard, Visa, Bankcard, or any other money source. In fact I didn't have any Debit, or Credit cards, or any money in the bank, and neither did my friend Somerset. I lived on trust and without any expectations.
If I had had $650 in my bank account I would have spent it buying juicing machines and wheatgrass juicers for cancer sufferers, or maybe library books. There is no way I would have spent any of it on myself, and definitely would never ever have thought of buying a leather jacket. My life was about setting up the Quality of Life Centre!
Conclusion:
This probably won`t make sense to you BUT
I think the Purple Jacket was a Thankyou gift from the animals in Africa. Leather suggests that. South African money suggests that. Spiritually purple is a high vibration. It`s as if the animal spirits are hugging me. Nothing else makes sense to me. Blessings and thankyou to Mother Earth.
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| Twiga |
We live in a sea of divine essence. We are all connected to absolutely everything. You and me, the animals, insects, birds, flowers, trees etc etc. Our vibration touches all and when we are filled with the spirit, and have a warm, loving, compassionate heart our vibrations intermingle more fully with the whole. The more loving, the more creative, the higher our vibration and the deeper our connection to the source.
Our challenge is to know this. Our challenge is to work with our shadow transmuting anger, fear and suffering so that our inner light can touch all.
Many blessings & heaps of love
CMW Christabel Mary Wilson
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