Its interesting: before I departed, I decided to move out of the way and just let Spirit do all the heavy lifting. Yep, if its one thing I'm learning to master, its surrender. I just stand back and let Spirit do its thang. It was a constant vigilance on my part too. The entire way I listened to contemporary Christian Music to remind myself to let God handle it.
So, God did some good work:
- The maintenance did the walk through... and said that they couldn't charge me anything even though the leasing office said they would. I got my full deposit back.
- The movers came... and I had no problem with them - the cost was firm and they were quite nice and pleasant. I even had a really amazing conversation with the foreman and he gave me a hug before he left and wished me well.
- I stuck a piece of furniture on the truck hoping it would get damaged because I didn't need it. And it did, and I got the insurance money.
- I actually tested running out of gas as I traversed the desert off route 44. When I needed gas, the gas stations showed up.
- Someone walked up and returned my keys to me in Texas before I even discovered I'd lost them. I'm still not sure how they knew they were mine.
- I got pulled over... and the officer said, "you're just a bad driver, but you are alright - you can go."
- My first rainstorm... I got a huge rainbow. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1GI6GoTQld4
- My car started shaking on the road randomly... and so I slowed down and soon thereafter, a cop car zipped passed me.
- Nothing happened to my car and to be quite honest, I didn't do the maintenance before I left.
- I got to help an amazing family impacted by the recession when I needed stuff moved from the storage unit to my apartment. He rocked.
Its interesting how much different my drive leaving California was from the one where I was desperately running to that great horizon. I was filled to the brim with fear and anxiety on my way out there. I had just returned from a project in Baghdad, Iraq where I had witnessed the horrors of war. War is true evil. Once I fled during a security situation and returned to the states, its like I just couldn't stop running... so I got in my car and drove as far as I possibly could away from it. I was also so distraught by the stress of my assignment, I had an addiction to all kinds of pills that I knew was going to kill me. Its like I was secretly wishing death in every possible way. The first thing I did when I got to LA was check myself into rehab for three months. And I was scared shitless, but losing everything - losing control like that - was the beginning of my true power.
Which always gives me faith that there is greater good waiting for me...
I am leaving in peace. And I am so grateful for it....
