Son-na-ma Beetch, its-a-really him!!
Updated: August 24, 2014
Son-na-ma Beetch, its-a-really him! ( thoughts on why “surrendering to Spirit’s plan” yields astounding results, even though they aren’t what you set out for.)
Hey there precious sparkly member of my tribe,
This morning I am craving constancy, grounding, familiarity and connection. I am setting out to sell my house and move closer to NYC.
I think you know like I know that certainty these days must come from within if it isn’t present in conditions.
So, I admit I am craving some semblance of control even though I get I only have it over my response to life especially now that I feel like I threw myself willingly on the first car of a roller-coaster!
Did I ever tell you how I throw up on rides?
There is little certainty in my world and moving freaks me out more than anything although we do it every three years like clockwork. I am a little Cancer crabby girl who needs to know where her home is at all times thank you very much.
I believe 1000% that Spirit has a real estate plan for me. I always am steered to the perfect house in the perfect timing. Have you ever had that feeling? Even under duress, things work out exactly the way they are supposed to and I am always in awe of that.
I just want it to happen the way I want it to. Does that make sense to you?
“Dear God, I turn my will and my life over to you. I trust you have a plan for me. Please make the perfect house come today by 3pm. Thy will be done amen.” HA!
Here’s what happened.
The realtor I had been chatting with had a death in his family and so he replaced himself with another realtor – a wonderful woman who committed herself to help us find a rental. She too had a recent death in her family.
Hmmmm….Spirit’s plot thickens.
She was lovely and did not pry at all when I skirted the issue of what I exactly do for a living. After seeing so many homes that were so-so and so not right for us, I needed to go to the restroom. I sat down and asked Spirit to send me a sign!
Here I am sitting down on the “throne” and all of a sudden I get the strongest sense of an electrician in overalls in the bathroom with me telling me he wants to talk to his sister. Um… spirit folks – timing and privacy please?
So, back in the car, wondering if I was completely off base and trying to swat the spirit away like one does with flies (don’t bother), I am finally overwhelmed with the need to tell our unsuspecting passenger about her brother. Hmmmm… opening up a conversation like this, is always a delicate one.
To make a long story short and without revealing all the sensitive details here’s how it went:
The electrician, with a lot of issues (I always get those) comes through in disjointed yet self-sorting puzzle pieces.
Me to Realtor: Hi, was your brother an electrician, addict, alcoholic?
Realtor: Eye opened wide. “Yes he just passed away.
Me: In June, 11th? (yes, he really was that specific).
He says you need to remember talking about him by water? It’s really important you remember that. Do you need to do something with this?
Realtor: Omg, shock on her face, my brother died on June 9th and was cremated on the 11th and he specifically asked us to cast his ashes in the sea!
Me: You guys haven’t released the ashes though have you?
Realtor: Eyes widening and throat constricting to let out a tiny “no”.
Me: You guys need to release the ashes-so you can release the guilt and cast it out to sea. He is at peace and happy.”
Realtor: OMG yes we all felt so guilty especially my mom.
Me: He wants me to tell you “I’m so not in hell!!” Tell… Rose, nope, rose, roses, ROSARY? I see an old Catholic woman?
Realtor (in shock): yes my grandmother always said he was going to hell and she says her rosary for him constantly.
And so it went all afternoon, as more and more was revealed for her, I realized this trip sent me for this woman and her family and not at all about houses.
The day ended and it was time to say goodbye, and yet again I needed to go to the restroom so dropping off our shocked and curious realtor at her office I followed her in to use her facilities.
“One last thing”, I said. He shows me images of her crying over a bicycle he refused to help her build when she was little. “He says he’s sorry he did that”.
I tell her he wants me to tell her—“Now do you believe it’s really me? Talk to Ma, tell her I said she was an awesome mother, she did not make me this way, you guys need to let go the guilt!”
I didn’t sleep all night and the next day our realtor revealed she had spoken to her Italian mother about it all. They had been consumed by guilt and could not let go of the ashes.
She relayed all of the messages and told me her mother cried her eyes out and was so relieved and now they both knew it was ok to let the ashes go.
The one thing, the thing that made the mother completely know it was indeed her son was this – it was the last message about the bicycle. That message was indeed the icing on Spirit’s cake to really hone down and give the message that would seal the deal.
She apparently blurted out, amazed in her thick Italian accent…
“SON-NA-MA BEETCH, its-a-really him!”
Apparently, they had found peace and the family was now making plans to release the ashes.
So …the moral of this story is this. You and I may plan what our day is going to be like, plan our goals, take actions towards them but Spirit/ God/ The Dude/ Quantum Fred or whatever name you call the Divine Intelligence that breathes Life, Consciousness, and Love into every atom and in between, has the real plan.
We just need to trust and show up, then trust again when something we wanted doesn’t happen in our timetable. Something better just under our noses just might—if we stay open and allow Spirit to move us.
Stay tuned for more adventures of moi. Things are getting interesting.
Love you always and forever!