From Homelessness to Happiness in at least 3,000 steps

I am in no doubt about the existence of  the higher intelligence governing the events in our earthly lives. Maybe governing is too strong a word, maybe orchestrating is a more accurate description.

There are spiritual beings surrounding each and every one of us.  The more help we need, the more souls gather to assist us.  Assistance isn’t always called for,but it is always there.  Spiritual guides and highly evolved spiritual beings can aid our progress or not, if we have the ability to progress through our life path, experiencing our spiritual journey all by ourselves (spiritually) then great. Spirit rejoices at our inner strength, our spiritual growth excels and we are on our way to fulfilling our life purpose. 

If we can’t do it, if we feel we have bitten off more than we can chew and no matter what we do it isn’t working, that is the time to ask for help, and help will be given.

I am in no doubt that I have been given help many times in my life. At the age of 42 I am still learnng to stand on my own two feet spiritually and even now I can only do it with the help of other spiritual adepts such as Aurora, Ezequiel,  Greg, Trisha, Noreen, Dom, and many other people on intent who have the knowledge that their hearts, minds and souls are powerful enough to transform and change the circumstances and situation around a fellow human being 3,000 miles away by providing support, moral support, emotional support, mental understanding and offering kind words of encouragement and insight .

Thank you to my earth bound spiritual brothers and sisters, uncles and aunties, mothers and fathers, I am indebted to you for your help. 

My situation recently involved a set of circumstances and neighbours around my living space that kept getting worse, and worse, with one thing following another as sure as night follows day.  For me, the final straw was the next door neighbours dog launching itself out of an upstairs window and impaling itself on the metal spiked railings outside my front door. (Dog had a miraculous recovery and was back indoors breathing the cannabis fumes in within a week). The test of my spiritual fortitude had reached its limit, I could not do it anymore. I could no longer turn a blind eye to the drug taking next door, the youngsters threatening to kill each other regularly. I could no longer tolerate a drunk woman living underneath me having her television blaring until the early hours while she drunkenly slept through, oblivious to the noise of her set.  The builders renovating the house on the other side brought more brick dust, noise and banging than  I knew could happen in one place at one time!  I had to go.  So I found a heavenly place. A bungalow with a garden, perfect. I handed my notice in. The housing market showed small signs of recovery, the owner of the bungalow decided to sell it, rather than rent it. I tried to retract my notice. Too late.  Current landlords had found new tenants who have made all their arrangements and were keen to move in.

I found a new home after a long drawn out process involving a lot of heart wrenching sights and turmoil. I had seen my new home on the internet. The first day I started looking and I was put off by the fact that it is a detached house, with one neighbour downstairs! My thinking was affected by the stress of the situation at home.  Only one neighbour downstairs (A POSITIVE THING) what was I thinking?  I viewed it on a Thursday, the following Thursday I moved in.  The whole process had an army of people assisting me, people happy to sign forms, write references, offering me their internet services and all manner of other helpful things. (like feeding my 16 year old son on the day of the move).

I cannot prove there has been any divine intervention.  What I do know is that we are meant to be here. There are giant speed bumps in the road outside that all these neighbours think are terrible, I happily pointed out that yes, they really slow you down, they are hideous to look at , but the peace they bring by stopping other cars driving down the road is immeasurable.   I am thanking my lucky stars that my son and I have our own front door (no sharing with bullying vicious alcoholics), we have an upstairs home that allows us panoramic views of OUR garden, a shed to store the garden stuff, a patch of grass to call our own, somewhere to appreciatethe birds, who sing every day. There is not much materially that I appreciate about this home, (although materially also it is superb) what I appreciate and value is the peace,the privacy, the solitude, the harmony, the energy that is flowing through this flat is clear, crisp, loving and kind.  I feel like I have come home.

I keep looking for signs, being a great believer that the universe often communicates with us through various symbols, animals, nature and even literal words on lorries/signposts etc I was struggling to find anything that I considered significant.  For me, the signs need to be clear and unequivocable.

That is until my son piped up that he sits at table number 105 for his exams, he is candidate number 106 and the flat we are living in is number 107.  For me,that is all the confirmation that I need that we are in the right place at the right time.  Thank God. We made it

Love and light, wishes of peace and well being to you all

Tamasin