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The Accident
June 15, 2008
The past few months have been quite full. In May I drove to my stepdaughter’s wedding in Florida (she married her high school sweetheart), in June drove to Montana for CCT training, met a guru and spiritual teacher (who sort of blew me away) and I taught my first online healing course – all in a matter of about 6 weeks. So it is no surprise that I failed to notice that summer was upon us! Of course it was bitter cold for the 3 weeks that I was in Montana – snowing, sleeting and just plain cold in mid June.
During that time, there were more amazing experiences that I can’t even begin to recount. And there is one that stands out. It was Sunday, June 15th and I was leaving Bozeman for home. Having just had a fabulous breakfast at the Cateye Cafe with my ex-sister-in-law and ex-mother-in-law, I was ready for the long drive. With a delayed departure caused by coordinating schedules and packing, I decided to just allow what was to be (nice of me, huh).
It was a sunny, warm Bozeman day. Heading east towards Billings (a 2 hour drive), my eyes went to half mast – I needed a nap. (Yes, my drive home, I needed a nap!) There is one rest area between the two cities, so I exited and immediately fell sound asleep. I awoke feeling refreshed and rested. Once again on the rode, I had gone only a couple of miles when the truck in front of me suddenly pulled off the road. Just ahead I saw a huge cloud of what … smoke? What was that? It was just in front of me. An old station wagon blocked the left two lanes of the highway. Behind it was some big metal thing (a camper, perhaps) with a trailer hitch – it was torn in half. Parts of it lay across the road. All across the road were bullets, long, scary-looking things, parts of the camper they’d apparently been towing, parts of the vehicle they were driving, rifle cases, food containers, bedding, cooking utensils and other unidentifiable stuff. The road was covered from one side to the other making driving or passing or anything but stopping almost impossible.
The “smoke” was actually dust from their roll down the embankment onto the east bound road. Already people were on cell phones – I heard a woman say, “they are pinned inside; I can only assume they need medical attention.”
If I drove to the far right, maybe I could get by – they don’t need a bunch more yahoos clogging up the road. And I knew that the “right” thing to do was to stop.
The passenger was just being helped out while the driver was still wedged in his seat. A man, who identified himself as a pathologist, asked questions of the passenger – a man of about 45 or 50, dressed like a Montanan and covered in dirt and debris – with bloody fingers that he kept poking at. He looked like a deer caught in headlights, not sure which way to turn – no surprise as he had just rolled down a steep hill and amazingly landed right side up. His car window was open which explained the dirt and dust that covered him.
Someone handed me a first aid kit and I guided him to the other side of the road. Feeling calm as I watched myself very present and yet detached. Locating the disinfectant and bandages in the never-been-used kit, I began swabbing his hands, gently, kindly, even lovingly.
A man handed the “patient” a pair of glasses, and for the first time, I looked at his face, into his eyes, yet not into his eyes, looking so deeply into his being, I stopped what I was doing. I knew this man – not from any place that I could identify. I just knew him and I saw myself. I looked into his soul and saw, not a hunter or scruffy-dressed man, no, what I saw was his essence, his true Being-ness, the beauty of his spirit – raw, innocent, and so very present. All our roles dropped away like ice melting in spring. We just looked at each other. For a moment, the world was silent, except for the sound of two hearts connecting beyond this physical body.
When a police officer approached I saw that the debris was magically gone. Someone took my keys and moved my truck out of the way so traffic could flow again.
The wounds cleaned, I told him that I do energy healing and asked if he would like me to do some work with him. He said yes. Did his mind know what that meant? I doubt it. Did it matter? No. So we sat quietly, he breathing calmly now and me, placing my hands on his painful shoulder.
How long we sat there, I don’t know. The officer returned asking him questions. I gave the man a bottle of water; the EMT arrived, and I knew it was time to leave. Taking his hand and looking into his eyes, I said goodbye. He thanked me and I drove off in my truck.
Car accidents frighten me and I avoid them. There was no fear here. There was a sense of calm, peace, and each time I reflect back on that accident, joy. There was nothing sexual about this experience – it had nothing to do with my femaleness and his maleness – it had nothing to do with the physical body at all. Having never looked into a person’s Being-ness before, I am speechless – which takes a lot. And I don’t want to trivialize this experience; it was simply much more than I can express in words.
We judge, point fingers, and complain about each other. In the past, I would have judged him for being a hunter, for having rifles, bullets, guns. And none of that happened. We came together as two spirits; saw each other’s core, essence of our Being. I have no idea what he thought following this event – a friend thinks he’ll remember me as an angel. And it doesn’t matter, I saw him and for that I am eternally grateful! The Universe/God/the Divine offers us opportunities all the time. We can choose to embrace them or not. It’s totally up to each of us … isn’t that nice to know? I think so.
PS There are no “accidents.”
"What I have noticed in my small world is that if I praise the wild flowers growing on the hill in front of my house, the following year they double in profusion and brilliance. If I admire the squirrel that swings from branch to branch outside my window, pretty soon I have three or four squirrels to admire...The Universe responds. What you ask of it, it gives...Peace will come wherever it is sincerely invited. Love will overflow every sanctuary given it." - Alice Walker