2019.04.11 Chapter 5 The Path of the Miraculous

I ended Chapter 4 with

“I realized that I need to be in Mt Shasta to hear. I need to see if it is time for me to go home or negotiate my staying as part of valid life-enhancing ways. It is not that I know. I have not heard the certainty I hear when I know I know. I don’t know if I’m going home or staying. There are lots of signs that I am at the end of something. Others are too though. While it doesn’t feel like physical death, it might be. Whatever it is, it is a quantum of some kind. I at least need the next right action and the synchronicities that go with them. I don’t know if this is the moment. If the marker has played itself out… I don’t know. I only know I do not live to be redacted only to expand.”

Well, boy did it!

In Shasta, I made peace with my fate so to speak. Just remember Fate is never what we think it is. I successfully got my book, Mind of Creation, in my head to begin to unpack it after I wrote a chapter that absolutely complied with the higher vibrational fields of Creation working with me to bring this book into reality.

I came back to where I was staying with a beloved friend whose dog Izzy is one of my dog Lily’s best buddies. A little white fluffy dog and a taller black sleek furred dog trotting together down the road. What a sight to see! I came back in time to go with a friend to her birthday celebration #2 with friends. I have lived in working environments of consciousness most of my adult life. It is fun to be with friends who are also at work in raising consciousness. She invited us to see A Tribute to Leonard Cohen in Sacramento. We have dinner on a paddleboat. The magic whispered in my ear as we searched for a parking place in the overcrowded river bank and the old buildings that once existed there. “There. Stop there.” Sure enough, there was a car backing out that was right in front of the boardwalk to the paddleboat.

During the Tribute, I cried silently. They let me, which I appreciated it. I was so sad to look at this not being where I should be right now in my life, but I have moved before I have never been disappointed. This felt different. I have moved so often I could not determine what it was until I was driving the birthday girl back to her car. She began to challenge my thinking. She didn’t let up. I do think she was my lieutenant in another lifetime. Something happened in our exchange. Especially when she said, “You need to decide if you want to live here, not us. Everything will rearrange into the right order if you get to your truth.”

I woke up still not knowing if I wanted to stay here. Parts of being here have been so hard. But something was different. It was as if a cloud had passed. I took Lily out for a walk and passed a man working on an old VW camper. My first camper was a 1963 VW Camper. My son Jeremy and I and our dog Cuddles had wandered up and down the east coast in that camper. Even spent the night with Buffet Saint Marie [click here for a song that has carried me through my life’s journey for many years.] who was sleeping under a fishing boat in Maine.

I asked the VW man his name. He said his name was Lance. I had been noticing lately that people’s pasts are coming back in strange and unusual fashions. It was as if we are experiencing the final chapters in events that happened at the beginning of our lives. Two things pinged. One was the camper was like mine only this one was a 1970 VW Camper. And Lance. Lance was my best boy friend when I was under five and lived on East Ravine in Kingsport, Tennessee. Both the camper and Lance had made my life very happy, safe, and secure. Both of these connections had also been followed by tragedy. I had to leave Lance, Susan, Lee, and Zaria, my bestest friends, to move to a ‘better’ section of town where I was miserable, afraid, and not secure. A series of events happened one of which was the camper in the late 1970s. Within a very short period of time, my son, Jeremy, died of unknown causes: I backed over Cuddles, not looking in my need to get to the hospital and killed her: I had restored a property on the Tennessee River for an older friend who was to give me the first right to purchase. He sold the property while I was in the hospital with my son.

This level of synchronicity got my attention.

I told the VW Lance who I was staying with and that I was there because I could not live in my RV. I shared the story you all have heard. First, he talked to me about if I got him the inverter, he could probably fix it or replace it. Then I shared I thought something was wrong with the wiring and that the wiring might have been compromised after being in the shop to have the RV’s warming blankets and screen door put in.

“Well then,” Lance said, “You need to talk to Duke. Let me get you his Facebook page.” Duke University is what saved my life when I was very young. I had had a rare blood disease and they developed a serum to save me. Ping! Of course, I managed to forget the name and look up the wrong Facebook, page but Lance in his roaring engine VW showed up again coming down the road, so we got it straightened out.

I felt that I needed to get hold of Duke before 5 PM. I had a call with my support people who were creating a space for miracles to happen. Before I called them, I wanted to see if perhaps I had my miracle. Jim had already found the man who actually created the wiring for the simplicity road track and he already told us he’s got us parts. That was miraculous. Janice had had a vision after I had had a reading where a very powerful reader had told me not to keep the RV – to get rid of it right away last year.

I called Duke and he called me back. I told him about my situation. He began to share with me that I was under warranty from the dealer but when I told him road track had gone bust, he was stunned. “They have been in business since the 70s!” I told him that Jim had gotten hold of the man who designed the wiring and who could get us schematics and parts. He was thrilled. That is one of the fundamental aspects of magic. Shared field. The next level of wholeness supports everyone in the field. Then he asked, “Where did you buy the RV?” When I told him where I bought the RV, he said. “Oh.” Clearly, he was disappointed at my choice. He had a few choice words and then told me he had been working on Roadtrek Simplicities for over 20 years. He also told me we would video him going through the entire RV so that if anything had happened that messed up the wiring, Jim and I could take it from there.

I realized when I had woken up morning, that if I could stay in the area, the only way I wanted to stay in the area was in my RV. I also want another sanctuary. But if I can’t have that, then I want to stay in my RV. Not only did Duke go over everything with me, but he also inspired me. He told me he works in the very RV park I live in repairing RVs and I realized I had seen him, and I knew who he was. Lance said he had a great reputation and worked out of his house because repairing RVs was his passion. Maybe I will be able to stay in my RV …and then find land to live as a community. You never know…miracles birth miracles.

Bingo.

I ended the call with Duke at 4:58 pm and got to call my friends with the miracle at 5 – on behalf of all life!

I will not be able to have him be with my RV and me until May 2. In the meantime I will go back to San Diego and do work was an amazing practitioner who shifts the past into a higher harmonic where it can be complete, having our lives exist more in a state of wholeness. There is another piece of magic that I cannot share here because it involves my children and their lives are not to be shared here. Just know it is another miracle. Not being able to share it doesn’t change its beauty.

I will visit my oldest son, go to San Diego for a week. Come back up and visit again before coming back here. We will see if the next level of synchronicity between myself, others, and creation keeps going. Do I doubt it? No. Just because I do not know what the next greater whole is, does not mean I don’t play my hand on behalf of the next greater moment of Creation. When your life rearranges itself suddenly especially these days, there is actually a larger reality at hand. We may not know that with our mental mind, but our consciousness does. I have been very sad, but not afraid. Very confused but trusting. Shaken, yet cared for. I am very glad I live in a collective consciousness with others in the field of Creation because in that collective consciousness there is simply more possibility of the synchronicity with all life to occur.

I may or may not be writing another chapter but thank you for listening it is been a precious revitalizing and reconstructing moment for me. In the meantime, I am running the Templates on behalf of ‘my home’ and posting them on Generating Realities of Unity – Through Creation Exercises on Facebook.

On behalf of all life,

Tantra Maat