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When Things Go Sideways
I want to talk about what happens when things go sideways in your life. Sometimes, they are minor things like if somebody aces you out of a parking space and then, knowing they were being a you-know-what about it, won’t look at you as they stride by your driver’s side window on their way into the store. If they don’t look at you, there’s no point in sticking your tongue out at them.
That’s a minor thing. Granted, to give them the benefit of
the doubt, they might possibly have been oblivious, but even a psychic
would know in their heart of hearts that was a genuine you-know-what who
just passed by. Don’t fret. There is always Karma.
The huge, major things that go sideways have to do with
health, both for yourself and your loved ones, jobs, school,
relationships, violence, dying, and going to jail. I’d add anything to
do with the IRS to the list too. The IRS generally gives me gas.
I think the only thing our job can be is to recover quickly
and gracefully. However, in the midst of a crisis, while bombs are
dropping all around you, it is pretty much impossible to think ahead.
You are in the moment. It’s pretty hard to get out of the moment.
Surviving these major events, first of all, takes time. It
takes determination on your part to continue putting one foot in front
of the other. In fact, doing that may be the only way you’re going to
move forward through the mess. Putting one foot in front of the other
might also be the only thing you can think to do with the immediacy of
the trauma in front of you.
Your friends and family are either going to survive or they
won’t. I do believe in prayer because I’ve seen work like that actually
happen. Not always, but sometimes.
Living a life as a frightened rabbit at times has forced me
to think of ways through the chaos. The one foot in front of the other
technique is the only thing that seems to hold true, and many times
feels like the only thing you can do.
Time passing, too, helps. The grief that you feel for
somebody in your life who dies is always going to be there. People tell
you that you get used to it, and to a certain extent, you do, but it
never fades. I remember when my mother died. I missed her so much. I
cried easily. Even in those first weeks, a memory of her would come at
me out of left field. I can remember standing in the hallway at work.
The morning sun was streaming in the window. I was standing in front of
the grandfather clock. And a memory of my mother came at me, kicking me
in my chest, in my midsection, and I physically doubled over. It was
like a horse kicked me.
I don’t know who determined that a period of mourning would be for a year. I really think they got that one wrong.
Something that helps bad times to pass is faith. Whether you
have faith in God or in time passing to heal the wounds. Sometimes, that
is the only thing available for you.
I can remember being faced with something horrible and
thinking about something that I knew about that would happen in the
future. I thought to myself that the situation would be different by the
time that event arrived. It was sort of stupid, but it got me through.
Generally, it was the next episode of whatever was a favorite television
show back when we all watched television and not the streaming services
that we have now. Sometimes, it was a holiday or a birthday to look
forward to. The idea was that whatever it was, it would happen in the
future, time enough for whatever calamity that had befallen you had time
to stop breaking your heart.
I do know some things that happened to me when I was younger
that were paralyzing at that time weren’t as bad as they happened to me
when I was older. Why? I guess we get braver. Maybe that is it. Braver
with age. Like cheese or scotch.
I can tell you that as a new psychic, I fully expected to be
warned of anything bad coming to pass by my Spirit Guide. That doesn’t
happen. I remember him saying, “We can’t help you with things like that.
You have to live your life by yourself. But we can help to pick you up
and dust you off afterward”. That was nice.
The other thing with difficult things that happen in your
life is to perhaps, eventually, think that somehow you are stronger than
you were before. I’ve been told this is true. In the heat of the
moment, you can’t believe you weren’t betrayed or victimized, but after a
while, you might be able to sense that you are stronger.
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