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Thick snow like reams of soft white silk draped everything in sight. Beauty is snow, symbolic of purity, spirituality, and renewal. I feel sorry for creatures, plants and postmen who suffer. But I love snow, unconditionally. I remember a temporary Christmas job when a teenager, as a postman. Thick snow meant most postmen voted to stay home. I loved the fun of sliding heavy mailbags up snow-piled hills. Householders never expected mail, so the side effect of fun was tips.
Few people drive in snowdrifts in England. For me, fresh deep snow is a great drive. I used to skid around icy hairpin bends in the Swiss Alps, and have a racing car driver's licence, so finding an empty car park to practice skid-pan turns is heavenly.
Now, the shocking thought for day. Every time I leave my house some needy person or event occurs unexpectedly, leaving me little choice but to help. Today is Sunday, so I wondered if God would give me a day off where I wouldn't have to help anyone? Yes, I know it's bad, but we all have an off day. Anyway, one person, with a condition that can lead to mental illness and early death, is at present sending me long emails every day, so I need time for that. (Your emails are always welcome!)
The shocking thought was, Few people are out anyway, so if I go to the gym late, I thought, an hour before they close, the few people there might have gone home? I won't need to speak to anyone and can enjoy peace...
The angels and Gods had other plans, even though only two other people were in the gym.
I wasn't even on the treadmill, when a voice called out. 'Allan! What are YOU doing here?' It was Gilda, an actress.
Oh dear, here we go... an angel's work is never done...
I'd met Gilda in England in December, at a writer's group in the Brown Jug, a quaint Olde Worlde English pub. I felt connected, but had no chance to talk privately.
Then last month, in January, for the final breakfast of my Caribbean cruise in Barbados, I sat next to a single man. Well, he was single until his partner arrived. It was Gilda! She was getting on the ship, the day I disembarked. Remarkable. There were 3,000 on board, in many restaurants, and there we were together. I had to leave to meet Barbadian friends, so again there was no time to talk.
Now it's February, and we've met unexpectedly for the third month in a row. Time to check out potential destiny. Synchronicity ...
Pounding the treadmill fast, still left breath to talk. 'I'm going to Thailand to help in a school,' Gilda said. 'Just for a few weeks. I know it's better to be useful on holiday.'
'You're special and loving,' I said.
'You don't know me. How can you say that?' I know her. How can I say she has a special soul? 'I'm not special and loving, I know I'm horrible. I know I've got lots of anger.'
'That's your human body. One day it will be burned and buried along with its imperfections. But your soul is love, and your soul lives on.'
'I know,' Gilda said, 'I've read "Conversations with God." But how do you know?'
'I teach these subjects.'
''How long have you been teaching?'
Should I say the truth? 'About 2,470 years,' I answered.
Gilda laughed. 'I think I believe you. I did learn once that the conscious mind carries all the problems, and the unconscious mind is loving perfection.'
'Exactly what I said but with different words. Your human side has negative emotions, your soul is perfect love.' It's too early to talk about angels on earth to Gilda - she might not understand, especially as she's just speeded up her steps, and panting. 'The point is,' I said, 'if your soul is perfect love, you need to overcome the negative emotions, in your case anger, to let your love shine through.'
'I know. But how do I do that?'
'There are many ways. We'll meet up and chat about it.'
'Brilliant,' Gilda said. 'I know that's just what I need.' I know too. Trying to have a day off allowed us to meet.
Thank you to those above for the synchronicity of three, for this third unexpected chance to help a lost soul searching in the dark for angelic paths.
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