Last week, @theungamer called out for people to share how the unexpected positively impacted their lives. We had some great answers, and now I'd like to devote a thread to it. Am moving some of those answer here:
@kateinpdx Would love if everyone shared stories of how the unexpected positively impacted their lives. Perhaps it would open up the energy?
@kateinpdx ❤️ Recalling with gratitude so many life experiences where the unexpected created positive change that seemed impossible.
@deetoo @theungamer I also read and reread theungamer's wonderful statement. So many good things have happened that seemed unlikely and impossible. When @dannyboy donated part of his liver to his wife's cousin, and the recipient's body rejected the liver, it seemed at first that all was lost and all was wasted. But the situation put his wife's cousin at the top of the priority list for a new liver, which he received. He would not have received that new liver if Dannyboy had not donated his own. Today, Kevin is doing well and his prospects are excellent.
Life doesn't always go the way we planned, but if we pay attention, we may get to see unexpected positive outcomes we had never considered possible.
@kateinpdx Would love if everyone shared stories of how the unexpected positively impacted their lives. Perhaps it would open up the energy?
My friend actually did something to change my course. In 1977 she held a party and invited Greg. I asked why him, we were not his close friends, we only worked with him in the past at McDonald's. Well, Greg came to the party, and the rest is history. We were married 45 years when he passed.
What follows was originally posted on January 5th. It got lost in the glitch. @jeanne-mayell asked me to re-create it. It’s not exactly the same, but it is the same story, just moreso. 😊 Give me a rough draft, spur of the moment, stream of conscious post and ask me to re-do it? Ha! Be careful what you wish for! I added details that didn’t come to me when I was writing directly on the site yet I am not sure it is really any longer, just more fine-tuned. I promised Jeanne I would redo it, and here it is. I think she may create a new thread for all of us that responded to @theungamer. One specifically about Unexpected events that brought blessings rather than this predictions thread.
The most unexpected experiences in my life are about childbirth, and I sometimes wonder if I planned it that way before I was born. In seven years I had five pregnancies. Two wonderful sons and three miscarriages, one of which was a seven-month daughter.
I was 23 by the time I was finally pregnant. It was a pretty positive pregnancy, but the due date (August 19) came and went, and went, and went. My son, after three days of on and off labor, finally emerged on LABOR DAY, September 3, 1973. I remind him of this every year. He rolls his eyes at me and we laugh. He is 51. His daughter was also a long, difficult birth, so he now understands, at least from the Daddy point of view! He was born with congenital hip dysplasia, so I suspect the three extra weeks were to help those hip sockets work. And they did, with a little "pillow brace" help during his first six months. He walked at nine months. Blessing. Check!
It took seven more years and three miscarriages before I finally gave birth to my second son, who came out on his due date in 1980. After, I might add, me being hit head on by a drunk driver during my fifth month. I was driving. The car was totaled. The steering wheel was shoved in where I was, big belly and all, and yet no one in the car was even scratched (me, my son, my sister). We were all sitting in front, on the bench seat. I stopped worrying about miscarriage after the car accident.
Of the three miscarriages, two were early, just barely into the second trimester. My blood type is RH-, and I had had the Rhogham shot after my son was born and after each of the miscarriages. Whether RH- was a factor in the two early miscarriages, I really don’t know.
The third miscarriage happened seven months (29-ish weeks) in to my fourth pregnancy. I was absolutely sure I was carrying a daughter. I am so old that back in that day 😉 ultrasound to determine baby’s gender was not an option, so the “daughter-vibe” was entirely intuitive. And, as it turned out, correct.
I had a very vivid dream—so vivid I remember every detail about it 48 years later. In the dream I was on my way to a baby shower and blocking my way was a pack of feral dogs. (My dream fear symbol.) I walked past the dogs without being hurt, but I was terrified. I climbed up seven steps to a back porch and discover that the screen door is locked. I can see into the house, but I cannot open the door or get anyone to hear me. Frustrated, I turned to look around and there was a beautiful woman standing a little ways away from me on the wraparound porch. I hadn’t noticed her when I went up the steps. She came over to me and enfolded me in her arms. The sense of being cherished and safe was immense. Then I woke up.
I went into labor that week. She was born alive, took one breath as her Daddy held her, but she was not ready for earth and so, with that breath, she also left us. My husband was beyond devastated. She fit in his hands, weighing less than two pounds. She was perfectly formed. Every little finger and toe, nose, ears and mouth—all perfect. She just couldn’t breathe.
Four years after her birth, when that drunk hit my car head-on, when I was five months pregnant, I finally stopped fearing miscarriage. And death. So perhaps the drunk was also an unexpected blessing. From that day forward I stopped wondering if I would miscarry. My son was born on his due date. He is 44.
I believe the woman in the dream was my daughter, and that she never intended to be born. I believe the pregnancy, in spite of what is usually very reliable birth control, was never meant to be. It wasn’t that the IUD didn’t do its job, that was just the path she used to leave. It’s more that she came to teach, not to be born. I wrote a long poem about it, but it is very intense. I will, however, share the last two verses because they really are a fundamental part of why I am who I am today, 75 and not afraid of death.
Oh, I am afraid of pain, and violence, and all sorts of illness and physical negatives that are unpleasant or scary, but I am not afraid of death, because death is the birthing that takes us to a new adventure, a new comprehension. The journey from this dimension to the next may make me nervous, but the destination? Never.
Daughter
Little One.
Your journey,
(A lesson in fearless childbirth)
Lasted but six hours.
You paused in earth's life
Only long enough to define reality,
While I rejoiced and wept, at once.
Little One.
I love you, achingly.
I miss you, with tenderness and pain;
Yet I accept your being with joyful understanding.
For you are a tiny Teacher, who
In the Wholeness of the Beyond-Self,
Taught me of Birth beyond life.
~Tesseract 1976
@tesseract So incredibly beautiful, your story. Thank you. It will live within me forever.
@pat-czap I love that you questioned why Greg was being invited to that story. Of course, he had to be invited so you'd meet your future husband.
I have a prayer that this new administration will unexpectedly be the impetus for positive change in the future.
@jeanne-mayell, thank you for making this its own thread!
I originally commented on the other thread in hopes of shifting the energy. I'm a stand for miracles, even if it looks like there's a snowball's chance in you-know-where that something unexpected and good can happen. Sometimes I feel the need to be the voice for that.
I've had many positive and unexpected miracles in my life.
When I really want to get in the good feeling energy of it, I think about this moment in basketball.
I'm not a sports fan, so it's funny that I saw this live. But it was awesome!
The Portland Trailblazers hadn't been in a playoff in years. The desire to win was high, but fans had been let down for years and dared not get their hopes up.
This was the game that would determine if they made it to the playoffs... or not. The tension was palpable. Would their hopes and wishes be dashed again???
See for yourself what happened
See the response at the end there?
THAT is a great feeling to cultivate! When you want something good to come, embody THAT kind of energy for it, in advance. 😀 That energy can bend reality in our favor.
I still bring myself back to how good it will feel - like end of this game good! - when melon head is done and in the rearview mirror and we can get back to the business of sane and joyful living.
I unexpectedly was very sick all year. Past health issues set the stage and a severely arrogant and incompetent doctor started my health on a downward spiral with incorrect diagnoses and overprescribing of drugs. A few specialists later, I have a treatment plan that is working. It is possible that I may be able to manage the symptoms with meds and not need surgery. Will know more in a few weeks.
What I learned:
How to rest..
My job won't fall apart if I take time off.
What I put in my body needs to be healthy.
Walking away and letting go of someone I loved who doesn't reciprocate it is a brave act of self love.
Not being able to be fully successful at letting go and having to start over is natural.
Working on my Art business enriches me.
It's good to accept the substitute love available in life despite losing love.
Sometimes if you are lucky other people will step up to love you.
I can sing again and now appreciate that missing piece is back in my soul.
@ghandigirl My friend I appreciate this update, and you! These are great lessons to learn!
I appreciate people sharing their struggles that led to some triumphs of spirit and inner growth. I grew up a Daddy’s Little Girl until I became engaged. I suddenly was not as important to my beloved father and he even began to mock me. The pain and confusion hurt but I learned to grow up some more and become more dependent on myself. Bc I married my father (metaphorically), I struggled w independence within the marriage. Leaving after 15 yrs of emotional abandonment, I garnered the strength to finish college and pursue my beloved teaching career. Abandonment is a thread throughout my life—father, mother, husband, siblings, friends. I know that we all experience abandonment in one form or another and it’s taught me how much inner resilience I possess and how nothing in life is guaranteed. What I can guarantee is my own care for my heart, body, and soul and not succumbing to stagnancy but to always grow, grow, grow… even in the darkest rooms and in the quietest corners. Peace and Love to All
@ghandigirl, Sending you all the love and healing my heart can flow out to you. We send it in Circle of Light too. You are brave and strong and we love you. Your wisdom is profound. We all need your words.
@earthangel, what a beautiful wise sharing. Thank you for being there for us all, and especially for yourself. I am so blessed that we accidentally met in 2023 in person in one of the great New York City art museums. And that I met your dear husband too.
You are both precious to us all.
Keep dreaming though!!! I do believe we are moving into a new paradigm in which the patriarchy and the unwholesome rich, along with corp bigwigs, will be brought to justice. The transmutation is finally beginning. As I have often said, albeit usually in more spiritual terms, the dark tends to celebrate too soon. This has been coming for a long time now, since the Civil War, if you read Heather Cox Richardson.
The dark minds think they have won. The wild rich boy with the chainsaw, dancing with an implement that is meant for clearing the dead wood away is a potent symbol of that misunderstanding of where we are and how they have NOT won, not at all. What that manic monster didn't understand is they are the dead wood. Evil only sees self, and although it may take time, dreadful, painful time, in this year of 2025, ultimately they will dance no more.
We rise. We are Light and we RISE with brightness, and that brightness disperses the dregs of dark that have been working from the shadows. The darkness never understands that Dawn always arrives. Always. What we need to learn from this era's battle, is how to avoid allowing the dark back in for another try at us down the future lines.
What we think and how we act are important. Don't let the evil of others overwhelm and shroud you in dark. Don't be them. We are capable and resilient. The rising Light that uncovers what they thought would always be hidden is in, of, around, and through US (and that is us, the people and U.S the country.) We are a bright Light rising in strength, courage, and most of all, TRUTH. Truth, which will seal their doom, and bring daylight back to Earth. Humanity has fought this fight more than once. We always win. We WILL win now.
What is both harder for us to see and yet nearer than we can even intuitively wrestle with, is that we are in the turning of the world. Although it is scary as heck, "the times they are a changing." Hold to that. We are in the turning. We have some ugly to go through, deep-dish, poisonous ugly—but I do, deep in my soul, know we will survive and thrive as the dark dissolves and flees into nothingness. It feels as if 2026 will be the first faint but beautiful hues that deepen into the dawn of a world based in Light. WE are the Light. We RISE. Never forget that.
oooohh kay, guess that was kind of Spirit influenced. I am all too aware of the scary now and the scary look into the rest of the year. Like all of us I get angry, scared, infuriated. I guess instead of falling into scary I'll do my best to take the illumination that expands when Spirit chooses to jump into my fingers. Let's trust ourselves and our Light.
We RISE.
I'm posting a section of a post from @tesseract here because it lifted my spirits and gave me some much needed oomph tonight. This is an unexpectedly positive thing and my heart is so grateful for it, thank you!