By chance or by constellation?
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By chance or by constellation?
A man arrived at my home a few days ago to plaster part of my newly rehabilitated office. I had only met him briefly, two days before, when he was brought to my door, by my daughter-in-law, to give a quote. She had organised his plastering services, as they also needed plastering done in their home, which is close to mine, and she was the one who had made the decision of who was going to do both our jobs. Although I had only seen him briefly, I easily remembered the big smile on his face as he had quickly walked through my home and into the office, walking out several minutes later and saying goodbye, with another smile, on his way out the front door. In that moment I had no expectations that he would be the one whose quote would be accepted, as two other men had also arrived to give a quote for the work. Interestingly, I found out later that all three men came from South America.
He introduced himself in the richest, flowing voice, the cadence and rhythm of which resonated throughout my body, and in that moment, it felt like it was awakening some part that had been asleep for a while. It turned out he is from Chile, a country that I have never been to in this life, but one that feels very familiar to me in some way. In fact, for as long as I can remember, I have always had a deep connection to the countries on the west coast of South America. Many times, I have seemingly joked about my South American past lives, especially when we brought alpacas onto our lifestyle property some years ago. But in truth, it is not a joke, but the resonance of a deeply embedded memory in my body. Reincarnation, for as long as I can remember, has always been something that I knew was not just some airy-fairy fantasy which could include wondering if I had been Cleopatra (I never did!), but an absolute truth. The ingrained belief that so many hold, that we just have one life, never made any sense at all. “Surely, it couldn’t all end when we died?” I used to ask. “There has got to be more.”
Later that morning, as this man was standing outside mixing the plaster, I asked how he came to be in this country, and he replied that he had been here for many years. He continued by saying that he emigrated in 1998, but he first came here in 1973 on a naval training ship, and at the moment he shared that, I knew exactly what ship that was – ‘The Esmerelda’ – a magnificent, four-masted barquentine (schooner), which had sailed into Wellington harbour in 1973. I was living in Wellington at that stage and with something triggered within me by the sight of this tall ship and where it was from, I quickly took advantage of the tours that were offered over the course of its stay. It was such a beautiful ship, not only to look at, but also to explore. He confirmed that yes, it was the Esmeralda.
And here, 52 years later, is this man, who was a young crew member at the very time I was being guided around his ship, preparing to work in my home for the next few days. Did I meet him that day all those years ago? I have no idea. But at this stage, I was feeling the rising amazement of what most in this world would call a coincidence. This is a word that is no longer in my vocabulary, for as a result of my life experiences, I have come to see that the temporal meaning of this word is so limiting of what we are actually being offered in these moments. This was what I have come to know as a divine constellation, a coming together, for a purpose, just like the stars in the Universe come together to form a celestial constellation. Here on earth, a constellation is a reuniting of two souls, or maybe more, that have known each other somewhere, sometime, maybe this life, maybe a past life, but now have been moved to be together, once again, the purpose of which may, or may not, be realised. It was one of those powerful moments to be surrendered to, without any need to know the why; simply enjoyed.
"As the stars are, so too we are all a constellated together, daily and nightly."
Serge Benhayon Teachings & Revelations, Volume VI, ed 1, p 91
The days of trying so hard to understand these magical moments, and there have been many of them, are long gone. Now I simply smile at the magic on offer, surrender to what is being presented, with the knowing that if I need to know what it is all about, I will. Such a contrast to the days in the past when I would have wanted to know all the details. If I hadn’t met them before in this life, was it a past life? If so, who was I, who was he/she, what were we to each other? No longer needing proof of the purpose of this, or any, constellation is so liberating as I have discovered that the need for proof is very destructive as it takes us out of our body, usually backwards in time, and so the inner well of wisdom that we all travel with, is not able to be connected to, or maybe even rejected.
I have come to realise the richness of these constellations and that if we stop in those moments and connect to our Soul, we will remain fully in the present with everything that is being offered, not off looking outside of ourselves for something that may not be there. Staying present with this divine connection offers the space for any realisations that are waiting to be received. So how can moments like this be called a coincidence, happenstance or by chance, and then be cast aside as of no importance when there is so much more on offer? If we do, what have we missed out on in that moment? By casting aside what has been presented to us, tossing it into the bin labelled ‘coincidence,’ we reduce the offering to something that is not of value, perhaps as it is not spelt out for us in the way we humans like everything to be explained and mentally understood. But in that moment, how enriching it would be to realise that we are actually being offered something that we have been censored from knowing the truth of, for so long. Yes, there is truth on offer in that constellated moment of divine connection with another, and all we have to do is get our head out of the way and say yes from our heart … and allow the magic, and the truth, to unfold.
There have been many of these moments in this life, when I have been inexplicably drawn to a particular place at a certain time, wondering why, but at the same time being obedient to the impulse and I have ‘bumped’ into someone I hadn’t see for ages, someone who I had been thinking about only a few days before.
Coincidence? No.
Divinely planned? Yes.
In this instance, I had not been aware of this man’s presence in this country, city or suburb, but for a particular purpose, a purpose that feels very divine, it was time to (re)connect, and that is exactly what had happened. For a moment I stopped and realised, that since the day I had been on that ship, we have both walked so many thousands of steps in vastly different directions, until he stepped into my house only a few days ago. It feels so settling within, to come to a place in my life where I feel the hand of God moving me to be exactly where I need to be and whom I need to be with, without the need to understand why. I no longer question a plan that feels so grand and so loving of us all.
The next day, he returned with his brother to apply another coat of plaster, and my home soon began vibrating with the Spanish language. On a temporal level, I had very little idea of what they were saying, but the reverberation throughout my body from the vibration of the sounds of this language was acutely familiar, so I simply moved around my home with that familiarity, feeling very joyful. It makes sense, that in the multitude of lives we have lived, we will have spoken many of the languages used on this planet and even though today, while we try to listen through our ears and understand in our minds, on another level, we actually know everything that is spoken. And hearing those languages is sure to invoke so much; particular times, particular places, certain people, certain experiences, all continually moved by us through every life, sitting dormant until triggered into awareness again by moments like this.
The memories, if revealed, are not offered to be dwelt upon and glorified, but acknowledged as an integral part of the deeply rich tapestry of our lives that we move with. Yes, every life we have ever lived is with us in every step we take. We are the sum total of them all, and each return into a new life offers us the opportunity to heal that which may have been a harming movement in another life, or to expand the wisdom and the joy that we had also lived. Each movement is an opportunity to evolve.
On the second day, as I was walking with the first man to arrive, along the path to my son’s house, I asked him if he would teach me some Spanish phrases, and he did. As the Spanish words flowed effortlessly from my mouth, I turned to him and said, “I must have been Spanish in a past life.” He laughed and replied, “I was English!” We both laughed and continued walking side by side, in such a beautiful connection, two beings born in two different countries, who were moving together like they had known each other forever, not just two days.
The two brothers completed the plastering in both houses over the next two days. They also completed some painting that was not originally planned, but which on the second day, I was impulsed to ask them to do and now my kitchen window frames are refreshed and sparkling, framing the beautiful view that greets me every time I stand at my kitchen bench; their imprint held in my home. Their job now completed, the brothers will move on to whatever is next for them. As for me, I feel so much richer for having these beautiful men come into my life, a constellation that was definitely not by chance, but one that was absolutely, divinely planned.
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