“The Universe knows the perfect timing for all those things you want and will find through the crack of least resistance the best way to deliver it to you” – Abraham
Now that I’m beginning to see patterns I’m no longer thrown off balance by unexpected situations. I just see it as an opportunity to figure out what I had as a basis of my vibrational point of attraction, so to speak.
I’m what you might call a ‘post-manifestational’ expert. Oh sure I’d much rather be a ‘pre-manifestational’ expert, but I’m working my way towards that goal;)
A couple of years ago I was driving down the road on my way home from a routine appointment with my doctor. The traffic ahead of me was rather heavy, and it was hard getting into the right turning lane (of a two way street) because I was at the narrow part of the road near the kerb that forms the shoulder of the right turning lane. As I squeezed past, the side mirror on my left bumped ever so slightly against the car to my left.
I was horrified at the ‘thunk’ I’d just heard and pulled over with a sinking heart. The lady in the other vehicle got out and began examining her car. She was middle aged and I could see she was extremely matter-of-fact. I got the impression that her world was black and white – there were simply no shades of grey. I was in deep doo-doo for sure!
To my utter surprise, there did not seem to be any damage whatsoever on her car. She examined it very thoroughly and I did too, a feeling of relief flooding in by the second. We suspected that the only reason there was not so much as a scratch was because both our mirrors had probably bumped against each other only very slightly. That would account for the sound we’d heard but with no corresponding damage.
I suggested she turn on the car to check her mirror – so she did, and the mirror glided back and forth smoothly without complaint. The lady however was like a dog on a bone. She insisted on seeing my license and in true inscrutable Asian spirit, took down every detail carefully and meticulously. And then we parted. Thankfully I never saw or heard from her again, so I assume she never had any further cause for worry.
I couldn’t help noticing though, the manner in which this lady conducted herself. She was perfectly civil, yet subliminally accusatory. At one point she even asked me how I was even driving a vehicle when my arm was paralysed. It was obvious that she was not aware that vehicles could be modified (and mine certainly was) and that I had in fact, a clean slate as far as driving was concerned. I thought she could’ve been a little more understanding and see it as a minor miscalculation on my part and not a case of gross negligent driving.
Anyway, a few months later, I was out doing my weekly grocery shopping. I parked my car in the parking lot, took my little folding shopping trolley and got busy running all the errands I had to. I was in this peaceful zone of having a lot of things to do, yet feeling that I was accomplishing everything I had to – slowly and steadily, even finding the time to pop into a store nearby that had a clothing sale on.
After an hour or so, I got back and as I approached my car, I witnessed the most incredible sight. A lady was trying to manipulate her car into the parking spot beside my car, but misjudged the distance. From the angle I was approaching, I could only watch in helpless amazement something I was powerless to control.
I heard the grating sound and watched the horror of the driver’s face as she realised what’d just happened. I could only empathise with her, thinking that her discomfiture would only be compounded, knowing that I happened to be the owner of the vehicle she had just bumped into. I walked over to her rather compassionately, knowing that I was not going to give her grief over the infraction I had just been privy to. I tried to allay her fears, telling her the damage may not really be as bad as she thought, but she didn’t look very hopeful.
When I went over to check out the damage, I could not believe my eyes. There was not a scratch on either car. We soon surmised that her front bumper had engaged with the rubber mud guard of my back tyre – which accounted for the sound, but nothing else.
She was an older lady and I saw no reason to torment her any further, by insisting on taking down her details, so I didn’t – and all was well.
When I looked back on these two incidents, I realised how the second incident had manifested as a result of my vibrational offering and therefore my point of attraction.
As a result of my encounter with the Asian lady and her clinical handling of the situation, I had vibrationally been asking for more understanding and compassion, feeling quite strongly that I would’ve acted differently had I been in her situation.
And so, on a day when I was in the most alignment with myself (feeling peaceful and content with life) the Universe created a perfect demonstration of everything I had going on vibrationally. I got to witness a similar contact of cars. This time though, I got to play the role of the ‘victim’ but with my own perspective which enabled me to show the kindness I had so wanted to receive.
For me it was more than that. I got to experience firsthand something I had suspected but not had actual proof of – that the Universe actually does do a fine job of creating a reality for each of us through our individual path of least resistance.
© 2018 G.A.I.L