Something to smile
Spirit's jokes with me.
As far as I can overlook my own life, this last month I haven't screwed anything, so I have to dig in the vast screw-box of my past...:-)
I was walking on the beach of Patalavaka on the island Gran Canaria. With every step my feet took, I blessed Mother Earth, I sent love to the few off-season visitors and enjoyed every once in a while the tears of bliss running down my face. As a matter of fact, I was not walking I felt like levitating over the ground, which I have blessed the day before and many other days before.
A very happy time of my life. I could hold the state of equanimity over weeks - nothing could disturb my inner peace, equilibrium and love. Until.... until I allowed a friend to be my advisor for my "retirement plans". Never ever before have I thought about "retirement", "security" and preparations for the event of old age.... these thoughts usually have amused me, but my friend was convincing about the smart idea to buy a house. An especially smart idea, because property on this island was cheap in comparison to Germany.
I agreed and let him do the paperwork, which I disliked all my life (I like things really simple, clear and transparent). So he organized a lawyer, and made the contact with the realtor and soon came the day, where I had to sign a kind of pre-contract. They reserved that house for me until I would bring the check for the down payment.
We left the office, and somehow I didn't levitate any longer, I just walked down the street.
The thought "Is this the right thing to do? It's not too late to cancel it..." crossed my mind, but my friend was wildly congratulating me. He was loud - I allowed him to overshadow my own thoughts - and joined with mixed feelings his enthusiasm.
Next day I called my bank in Germany and ordered the check for the down payment.
The postal service to the Canary Islands is known to be slow, but after an impatient waiting time of three weeks, I called the bank again. The check was sent. Hmm..., it never arrived here, so I had to go through the trouble to put a stop payment on this check and to ask for a new one, which they sent via express this time.
Unbelievable, after another two weeks waiting, still no check in my mail box. I was really annoyed about having moments, which were far from all the bliss of the months before.
Again I had to fill out and fax all the paper work to put a stop payment on the check.
Stubborn as I can be, I decided to fly to Germany and pick up the check myself - at this point I blamed the problem on the postal service - I didn't cross my mind, that Spirit might have other plans...:-)
After a few days I was back on my island. All bad mood had vanished, I thought I was back to my heavenly state of bliss.
After being brought home from the airport, I took the car and drove immediately down to my favorite place on the beach. Always I carried my handbag. Always! No matter where I went, my handbag was hanging over my shoulder. Only this time it was different. I wanted to sit completely free of stuff on the big stone right on the edge of the ocean, to enjoy without any disturbance the most beautiful sunset, and to take a shower in the sensational feeling of vanity to be a house owner on Gran Canaria soon.
A tear or two were running down my face - I had brought myself in a kind of artificial mood of sentimentality - when I heard a car door slamming right behind me.
Right behind me was only my own car - how could I hear a door slamming? Oh God - NO! Too late. When I turned my head to the car, my handbag was already in the possession of two thieves, who were leaving the beach at just this moment at 100 mph.
Cell phone, notebook, address book, drivers license, passport, some money, and... the check were gone!
Can you believe this? Three abortive attempts to get a check to the realtor....?
And again: fill out paper work and a fax to my bank to put a stop payment on the check - at this state is was incredible embarrassing.
Oh yes, I could see now, that Spirit obviously had other plans, but I had learned also, that we all have free will, and I decided to practice my free will...
I had to go back to Germany anyway for some contracts. I worked a couple of weeks and flew back with CASH in my wallet to finally be able to make the down payment - and I did.
It didn't take long and I forgot all about the check-drama. I enjoyed my island, my studies and myself - although I felt an inner nervousness or restlessness.
I was living in a paradise. And the day I decided to buy a piece of this paradise, the paradise vanished, every day a little bit more.
Two months later, I got a call. Not a phone call. A call from above - and it was so strong, that I had no choice but to follow this call with enthusiasm and tremendous joy: from one day to the other I left the island, left everything behind me, and immigrated to the USA.
I do not regret one single moment, I don't miss any of the stuff I left behind in my hurry, I don't think about right or wrong decisions, I just know this is what I was supposed to do, and I did it.... although... it also had occurred to me: if I would have acknowledged the first sign (the sent check which never arrived) I would have had the same results but with less lost feathers...:-)
Most things I did in my life, I did spontaneous with power, strength, passion and lust; like a fiery whirlwind of energy -- whenever I look back along my past, I can't help but think, what a delicious weird creature I am, and it never fails to make me laugh out loud...:-)