In order to evolve spiritually, we need to listen to our hearts. They are encrypted with a unique code that tells each one of us what we should be doing at any time in order to grow, perform service, and to use our gifts and talents. If we frequently take just a second to ask, "What would you have me do?" we will unfailingly be guided to accomplish what we are here to accomplish.
Two challenges haunt me as I attempt to live this way. The first is just remembering to check in. It seems that I am tuned in one second and on autopilot the next doing what I'd planned to so. The second is doing exactly what I am told when I am told to do it. Now that flies right in the face of most of what we have been taught. We are supposed to set goals, plan ahead, and fill our calendars, often months in advance. The current thinking is that we don't set out to do something unless we know how to accomplish it and how we are going to pay for it, and rarely do our hearts give us a fully developed strategy and step-by-step plan to follow. In fact, more often than not, we are only told the first step. If we keep checking in at each step, we will be guided flawlessly without ever knowing more than one step ahead. Being in the mystery is what it is about.
Consider this story. A number of years ago when I was living in the rainy Pacific Northwest, I decided I needed to live in a sunnier place. I asked my heart for guidance. (I often clarify, "Send me a sign--a real clear sign that even I can get." Within the next 18 hours, I received six very clear messages that North Carolina was my place, beginning within five minutes when I walked in a bookstore and overheard a conversation, "I hear North Carolina is a great place to live." The last of the six was the banner headline of my Oregon newspaper the next morning shouting, "NC best place to live."
I had my sign. What next? I had received no additional guidance, until I was awakened at 3 a.m. with a dream that made it clear that I was supposed to be in North Carolina on October 19. I got up in the middle of the night and made my reservation. Over the next nine months, a path as easy as the parting of the Red Sea opened for me. I met someone at a conference in San Francisco, who was instrumental in meeting a realtor and business contacts. I met someone else at a conference in South Carolina who introduced me to what would be my inner circle of friends during the first years I was in NC. Even the house that I bought became available in the middle of the day on the day I was told to shop for a house. I've had moves across town that were harder than this cross-country move.
With all that said, when I arrived in Durham, N. C., on July 31, 1995, I had no job and all the clients of my consulting business were about as far from me as they could be and still be in the US. However, I was certain that this was going to work out. Within three days of my arrival, I had two major pieces of business back in Oregon that were willing to pay travel expenses, and the contracts were sufficient to support me for my first 10 months. Furthermore, a couple months later, a client with work in China hired me, and I was able to extend my monthly trip to the West Coast on to Beijing. Even though I hadn't known how known how I would support myself when I arrived, my first year living in NC ended up being the best revenue year since starting my business.
I could share many stories like the one above in which doors I couldn't have anticipated just miraculously opened when I listened and followed. I haven't always understood how things were going to work out or even why I was supposed to do certain things, but never once when I was following my heart, have I been misled.
That's not to say things have always worked out perfectly, but those times happened when I either didn't ask or didn't follow or didn't follow in a timely way. More about that tomorrow.
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