Thanks to my guides

 

As John said, ‘Coincidence is a word that people have invented out of ignorance and indolence.

The connection

Many years ago, I had a week off because I had had another difficult day of therapy, after which I always took a few days off. During the therapy session, the theme of connection had come up. A beautiful theme, but a little new to me.

One morning during that week off, I decided to eat an apple from our little apple tree. I had never done that before. I don't know why, because it had been growing in a pot for several years. I had just woken up, crawled out of bed, went downstairs, and picked a beautiful red apple. Together with the rest of my fruit plate, a paring knife and a tea towel, I crept back to my bed. After a few small bites, I suddenly saw an ant on the tea towel, which was under my fruit plate. I was startled and exclaimed: ‘What! Yuck! An ant in the bedroom? That's not possible!’ I had never had an ant in my bedroom before. I immediately grabbed the tea towel and shook it out above the floor. But when I looked more closely, I saw that there was a whole family of ants in the apple. ‘Oh dear, a whole family... What now? I'll take them downstairs and put them in the garden.’ I quickly brought the crawling ant family to safety in a spot in the garden. When I was back upstairs, I looked around the bedroom for the one ant I had so roughly knocked off the tea towel, which I now regretted. But it was nowhere to be found. Too bad.

I continued with my morning ritual, ate the rest of the fruit and lay down to meditate. I placed the pillow to my left because when meditating, I lay my head flat. Eyes closed. Silence. It was going very well. Suddenly, in the middle of my meditation, out of the blue, which I never do, I turned my head to the left and opened my eyes. And what did I see: an ant crawling across the pillow. The ant! There it was! Oh, how happy I was. I rushed out of bed, grabbed some paper, manoeuvred the ant onto a piece of paper and quickly took it to its family in the garden. The connection!

This was the work of gods. Guides... thank you for this second chance.

Pissed off

It was shopping day again. One of those days after a hard week at work, my head full of stuff, and then having to go shopping on a Friday afternoon. Not ideal, but okay. I had to wait too long at the checkout, I thought. The lady in front of me was holding everyone up with her chatter, and then this and that, not even to buy anything. When she was finally done, I muttered a Dutch expression for someone you really don't like, inaudibly of course, and paid for my groceries. I held the receipt in my hand because I was in a hurry. When I got to the car, I looked for the keys in my bag, and there went the receipt. No problem, I can hold it down with my foot if it's on the ground. No, that didn't work, the wind blew it away again, oh dear, under the car. There it stayed. Quite a distance under the car. Bag on the ground, me on my knees, head down, bend even deeper, even deeper, my head on the ground, making myself even smaller, yes, that way I could finally get far enough under the car to just grab it. The message was clear. No, reader, don't laugh at me now, because that's not nice. Oh oh oh, how I had to bend over backwards for life and for that lady... Guides... They hear everything.

Fall

Once, I was looking after a house. One night, I woke up again or couldn't fall asleep, I don't remember which, and walked to the kitchen to get something to eat. Even though it was dark, I didn't think it was necessary to turn on the lights in the hallways. On my way back to bed, I wanted to go to the toilet. I opened the door and stepped inside. I remember that the lack of resistance under my foot made me wonder: where is the toilet floor? The situation quickly became clear to me: I had accidentally opened the basement door next to the toilet. As I fell into a black hole, I immediately apologised, because the position I had put myself in had set “them” (my guides) to work. I also thanked “them” right away, because I had no doubt that the necessary help would be provided. Then it was just a matter of waiting until the basement floor finally broke my fall. On all fours, I crawled back up the stairs, amazed at how quickly a person can think. And even though I had a few bruises, I was happy about this incident. It also brought another event back into my consciousness, an event that I might otherwise have forgotten.

Stuck in the mountains

A few years earlier, I had gone into the mountains for two weeks. I was alone and had very little mountain experience. So, I decided to minimize my risks by taking the same route back whenever I went into the mountains, so I wouldn't encounter any unpleasant surprises. That didn't always work. Once, I got stuck on a mountain trail. I was at the point where I had carefully jumped down from a plateau on the way there. The mountain trail I was on consisted of a narrow strip of rock with a steep incline on one side, and a steep drop on the other.

On the way coming, the rest of the mountain trail from that point on had been a disaster. But the waterfall was already visible from there, and it beckoned. I wanted to go there. I persevered. Well... When I arrived at that waterfall, I leaned against the mountainside for half an hour. I was agonizing over the return trip. And now, having arrived at this point, I hadn't expected this, truly. Now I was standing there, and I had to find my way back to the plateau. This meant I had to push off with one hand and one foot on protrusions in the rock face before I could place an arm on the plateau and pull and push myself up. But I couldn't find any footing, because the rock face crumbled with every push. I had only a few inches of sloping ground to stand on, and then the abyss followed. Continuing down the path on the other side wasn't an option, because the path led to the waterfall. No one knew where I was, and I hadn't seen anyone for hours. I tried to call for help on my cell phone, but, as I feared, it wouldn't work because I was between high peaks. For a while, I kept trying to find something to hold on to. In vain. Every time I applied any pressure to an unevenness in the rock face, it gave way. When I saw that my options for continuing the mountain path had reasonably been exhausted, I said, "Just lift me up." Without checking anything else, I randomly grabbed a protrusion for a hand and one for a foot and put my full weight on them. Before I knew it, I was back on top of the plateau. I thanked heaven and earth.