There’s drama in Andaraland. I was on the phone last night with a friend who is caught in the latest “who has the real Andaras?” drama as it unfolds. People made promises to keep information secret and blabbed like squealing piglets.
There’s drama in Journeyland. The dust from rearranging my Shasta Journeys and creating a new Team to support the vision, continues to play out like a rerun of Dallas. Apparently J.R. feels spurned.
There’s drama in Metaphysicaland. A colleague imploded in the worst way possible, affecting many people. The sadness is palpable.
Who cares who has the most real Andaras? Who cares how many people enjoy Mt. Shasta? And yes, the metaphysical community needs a major overhaul. Some people, traditions, methods and ideas have to go. I was pondering all this to a heavy degree, and my role in it all, when a single, unplanned, random, act of kindness saved me.
To paraphrase her writing: a friend of mine found herself at the grocery store, behind a young woman at the checkout. There were payment issues. The woman attempted to pay with a credit card and it was declined. She used a debit card, and it was declined. She switched to her food stamp card and, it was declined.
The woman’s cart had simplest of staples such milk, bread, cereal for a child, and a few other very minimalistic things. It was obvious that the young woman was incredibly embarrassed, and also a bit desperate.
The cashier was trying to be as helpful as possible, but there was not a lot she could do. In the moment, my friend made the decision to go ahead and pay for the woman’s groceries.
It was an early Christmas present. The woman looked startled, and then turned away. When she turned back, she had tears running down her face. They hugged each other warmly. She thanked my friend, patted away her tears, and left the store.
End of story?
No.
It was my friend’s turn to check out, and she had 30 cans of cat food for the feral cats that she feeds. There was a woman behind her, who spoke very little English. She immediately came forward and offered her card for my friend’s groceries. She looked back at my and said in broken English , “I want to hug you, too”, and proceeded to do so. She was also crying.
The simplest of kind gestures can mean the world to others. My friend felt like a million dollar person she is. She materially helped someone. Yet, that small gesture, in turn, helped me. It is now positively affecting the thousands of people I touch daily and weekly with my practice, blog and radio show. This act supersedes any goofiness I’ve experienced in the metaphysical community.
Yes, the metaphysical world needs to be shaken up, shaken out, and a good part of it replaced with better, spiritual things. These spiritual things are just random acts of kindness, like what my colleague and friend, Shay Parker displayed this weekend. A single act of kindness can keep you and me, grounded, centered, re-energized and re-focused on what really matters in our metaphysical world.
Joyce M. Jackson, the Sane Psychic, is Your Guide on the SANE Side. She is a renowned San Francisco Bay Area based Psychic, Psychic Medium, Huna and Toltec trained Shamanic Practitioner, Usui and Toltec Nagual Reiki Master. She uniquely brings a calm, reassuring message in easy, simple terms for clarity to your life questions. She makes the psychic chaos clear. She delivers guidance with compassion and warmth through her ability to inspire real understanding and transformation to confused by unclear emotions and experiences. Read more and book your personal session with Joyce at The Sane Psychic.
