“I seem to have loved you in numberless forms, numberless times...
In life after life, in age after age, forever.” (Unending Love)
- Rabindranath Tagore, Bengali polymath, winner of the Nobel Prize in Literature
I have been walking the wilderness since I was six. For most of my adult life I did it alone, and it looks like I am predisposed to that. Being alone in the woods gives you the liberty of freely following your instinct when it comes to deciding which path to take, of how far you want to go. It is a great ambiance for meditating, for connecting to your Higher Self and to unusual sources of knowledge and wisdom.
It was while taking these walk-alone trips that I would find answers to many of the questions I was asking myself and I would come up with new questions about the nature of life and our relation to the universe. During one of these long aimless strolls I have experienced something so amazing that few would be able to accept as something real. Neither did I for a moment. Later on, when I understood the real meaning of what happened, that experience has marked my existence profoundly. In fact, it became a significant part of the foundation for this book project.
Everything happens for a good reason. More than once my presence at a certain location and moment in time while wandering alone the mountains of my old country proved to be crucial for people whose life was in danger. There are no such things as coincidences, and the amazing synchronicity in every one of those instances had all the markings of a karmic affair. Indeed, these fantastic, incredible for an outsider happenings are no accidents, and as Carl Jung, the founder of analytical psychology once said, "Synchronicity is an ever present reality for those who have eyes to see it."
We are here to experience consciousness awareness growth by helping others do the same. We are destined to be part of our fellow man’s awakening process, and what a wonderful assignment that is.
Early 1990s, middle of the night. Driving south on Interstate 87, I am just about to cross the border between New York State and New Jersey, only a few miles away from home. The traffic comes to a standstill and we are suddenly stranded on the highway. There is not much one can do other than embrace the here and now moment and seek to decipher its message. Minutes ago we were racing each other passing everyone we could pass in a desperate effort to reach our earthly destinations an irrelevant couple of seconds earlier. Now we are trapped together, corralled by our common destiny into an unforeseen time location. We are once again proven wrong about our obsession with the illusion of time.
Today is my day of birth and I am sitting in the car contemplating a barely distinguishable pattern in my life. There have been very few moments of smooth sailing but I sense this must be the case for everyone. Things do not just happen though. They happen for a reason. They always happen for a good reason.
It looks like astral supervisors remind me all the time I have not earned the right to enjoy a prolonged moment of comfort. Otherwise, I am constantly told in more or less subtle ways that, “You are guided and protected. Trust the universe.” With everything that goes on in my life it is difficult to buy that, and yet who could tell what might have happened if it was not for those "bad things" we have experienced at the major life cross roads.
In all honesty comfort is extremely unproductive. What bothers me is that I have no idea why I am here. I don’t have a clue what my mission is. I figured this is precisely why smooth sailing is never good for you. When you enter the actual port of destination the waters are suddenly calm, the views are serene, the people are friendly and then you know you have arrived. The discomfort keeps us going all the time.
I have repeatedly rebelled against my guides and I know how useless that is. Chances are I will do it again. I am trapped within this notion that I have to let the universe and my guides know how I feel. The universe knows it, and you don't have to shout it. Until you manage to control the impulse, as long as you don’t direct it on someone else anger is an okay feeling.
Indeed, everything is between you and the universe. Life is a logical sequence of choices we and nobody else makes. A consequence of that, there is no point in blaming someone else for the choices we make, and no point in blaming our selves for what we experience either. Errors in judgment are lessons that needed to be learned. Extract the meaning, make the adjustment, and then move on.
I step outside and I am standing on the dark surface of the road. It looks like I am walking on water. Hundreds of cars and the people inside them too are floating on it. Everything is an illusion the brain was programmed to perceive as reality. What we were made to perceive as being reality is a trap. The enlightened spirit draws the line between that illusion and the real reality of our inner world. Know your self. Become aware that what you truly are is the spirit within the body, and that truth will set you free from the illusion, from the mental trap.
The night is eerily quiet and much cooler than expected, with a light breeze chasing around over the grass and over the woods on both sides of the highway the remnants of that day’s torrid anguish. Somewhere ahead of us, however, is a totally different kind of world. Red flashes stab the humid ebony air with arrows of screaming light. This is the scene of the accident and this part of night oozes panic. Ambulances, police cruisers and fire engines block the road. I sense pain. I know I am here for a reason but this time I will not be saving lives.
As I return to my old Pontiac Bonneville I hear the voice of a woman calling. It comes from the car next to mine. Early thirties. Her face is luminously beautiful. She is beautiful and luminous. I am instantly in love and I am not supposed to be. Next to her is an older woman, her mother.
What happened? I explain to them and they are genuinely concerned. A few moments of silence, then we start conversing. We are not making small talk. This is an acknowledgement of how good it feels to be together again. I sense I am in the company of an old friend I have not seen in a very long time, and I would like to think the person in front of me shares the feeling.
The mother asks about my accent and for some reason she is delighted to know I am from Romania. What about yours? Jewish. I make a remark about the fact that almost everybody in America seems to have some kind of accent. I suppose that could make me feel like I belong. Then out of nowhere we begin sharing thoughts on Many Lives, Many Masters, a fascinating book by doctor Brian Weiss I finished reading a few days ago. As it turns out, all three of us finished reading this book a few days ago. It was published though five years earlier.
How appropriate to discuss a study on past life experiences with someone you sense you met in another life. We are enthusiastically praising it. We have proof provided by an American psychiatrist with impressive credentials and by other bona fide scientists reincarnation is fact. That completely changes our understanding of what we are, of what life is, of why we are here.
What are the odds of becoming stranded on the highway in the middle of the night next to a human being who is as in awe as you are about an uncommon reality she became fully aware about the same time you did and who is as enchanted by what that reality reveals to us?
Everyone we meet we meet for a reason. We are equally students and teachers. Everyone we run into is a very old student of ours who is also our mentor.
Despite the appearance of tragedy the night is suddenly glorious on this side of the universe. Waves of intensely vibrating energies revive in us a lost sense of oneness, and I am elated I am the one I am. Then the highway reopens and we have to part.
One could never be sure but we might never meet again during this life cycle. What matters as far as the here and now moment goes, is that I see a huge sign within me saying, “You are guided and protected. Trust the universe.” This was the sign, the confirmation I was looking for. I am definitely on my way home.
(A Time of Change - Volume 1, Chapter 10. This is one of the very few instances in the book I am referring to a personal life experience.)