I've heard religious zealots claim that their prayers were answered with such preciseness and rapidity that there's no way one could deny it was the work of Jesus H. Christ himself. I was respectful but disregarded their illusions heavily. Mothafuckin' plot twist: I have experienced this exact phenomenon in the last couple days. Scramble a few variables around and substitute some names, but the recipe is the exact same.
I was visiting my love yesterday morning, and he told me that he could feel that I wasn't just carrying my own baggage around with me—some stragglers saw an open zipper on my spiritual backpack and decided to come along for the ride. They wanted to rest and deemed me strong enough to support everyone's weight. They were convincing, what can I say? I was all, "Fer suresies. This is fine," as my legs trembled beneath it all. (We're going to call my shawty Solare, which is an Italian word that describes a person who brings brightness to a room.) Solare guided me through a meditation where I had to evict all the loafers who occupied the space between my cells. I could think of 7 people who truly needed a-talkin' to. The mind is more powerful than a high-voltage, cancerous, hazardous army.
That night, 1 of 7 sent me a loooong text message about how my emotional state was impeding on our friendship, therefore, she wanted to move out of my house by the end of the weekend and go our separate ways. A day later, I found out 2 of 7 quit his job, relapsed with meth, and now wants to relocate to a different city to go to rehab. Look, I try to be cynical and secular and not believe in coincidences, but the exigent nature of my request took my breath away. Not even a full 24 hours after my de-cluttering exercise did two people I specifically envisioned skedaddling remove themselves from my domain. The Universe™ came in clutch, okay?
And I feel...optimistic. I've been searching near and far for this feeling all year, probably longer. Solare only recently came back into my life. The fact that I needed a release and then volunteers stood up, shrugged, and said, "I'll go", is amazing. Just last week I was so consumed by my dreariness that I fully intended to end my life, and now that plan is being cracked wide open, forcing me to acknowledge how cozy warmth and light and freedom can be.
If The Universe™ brings you to it, it can bring you through it. (Isn't that the saying?)
