In my DACC Community Education bio, I state that I am a metaphysical instructor, practitioner and student; and the ‘student’ part was very prominent this past Thursday.
I live in the boonies – seriously!
After driving approximately one mile to get to the main (and only) road out, I then drive about six miles on dirt road to reach ‘civilization’. Okay, two things: the road really isn’t dirt, it’s clay; and, six miles doesn’t seem like a big deal…until it’s raining while construction vehicles are tearing up the road.
Under normal circumstances, my husband and his vehicle usually rescue delivery trucks, personal vehicles, etc. if they get stuck out there.
I opt for safety when it rains heavily – the road is drivable, just very slick…I stay home – that was until last Thursday. (#1)
I was speaking at the Las Cruces general Spiritual Meeting / A.R.E. (Association of Research and Enlightenment based on Edgar Cayce readings) registered group. (A really neat group – check them out! A link provided at the end of this article.)
I shielded, said a quick prayer, and headed out. I had almost made it to the blacktop (aka ‘civilization’) when I hit a patch of road where construction site workers had physically torn up the road. (#2)
An eighteen-wheeler parked slightly cockeyed on the opposite side of the road and some type of loader working on my side of the road. The loader had really big tires, and had literally torn up the road. The road was also lined with the construction worker’s vehicles.
The way the truck and loader were on the road left me a small space to maneuver through…and it didn’t work; I began sliding (missed the big truck), slid past the truck, slid sideways and came to a stop; I was blocking the road, and I was stuck. After rocking myself out, I slid to the blacktop.
After the meeting, I had to drive the road again – and I did not want to. (#3) The construction-related vehicles, save one, were gone from the road. Driving 10 mph, I made it home.
But I still had to go back out that evening for class. When my husband came home, I asked him to drive me to work; he said “No.” He explained that since the road was so torn up, he had more trouble than I getting home. (#4)
He suggested I cancel the class and reschedule for later. I said I would like to do that, but decided I should go ahead and go to class. (#5)
I left an hour early to give myself plenty of time; I made it halfway up the road and gently slid…I was stuck. As we used to say in Louisiana, “stuck good!”
Fast forward: Muddy hands, one broken shovel, two sets of tennis shoes that felt like they weighed twenty pounds from packed on clay, my husband and I gave up trying to extract my vehicle.
Class canceled and rescheduled.
After we got home, cleaned up and dried off, I asked my self “What was the purpose of this experience?”
There may be other, unknown to me, reasons – but for me, it boiled down to: I had ignored not only my own sense of wrongness about getting back on the messed-up road; I also ignored the other indicators (see #’s 1-5).
So for me, it was a refresher on ‘back to the basics’ experience: Listen to and trust yourself!
P.S. – My vehicle was ‘extracted’ Friday afternoon. 🙂
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