Last spring I was taking my daughter to a birthday party. We were meeting in a parking lot to be taken on a military base where the party was going to be. At some point, a man approached me. I have never seen this man before nor had I ever been in this location. He was friendly, I wasn’t really paying that close attention until he said… “Does your daughter know she was named after your grandmother?” Mic. Drop.
Maxine. My daughter’s middle name is Maxine. Named after my grandmother… Maxine. Not only did this man know way too much about my family, but he kept talking to me about my grandmother. Where she was from, how special she was to me, and then he started talking about our Native American ancestry. My grandmother was a very proud Indian.
I have never been one to believe, or not believe I suppose, in those who can channel feelings. I don’t even know how to describe these individuals. But to be honest, it scared me. I grabbed Emma and got into my car and sobbed. In retrospect, I wish I hadn’t been scared and asked him more questions because obviously, he had a connection to my grandmother.
It’s been months since that happened. And I think about it a lot. Fast forward to last Saturday when my husband and I took our girls to the new Dunkin’ Donuts. I took the girls to a table and sat while we waited for my husband to order. I noticed a woman staring at me. She had a big smile on her face and would not look away. I was immediately uncomfortable because she appeared to be talking to herself. Doug came to our table, and within a few seconds, I noticed the women getting up. She was walking towards us.
She came up to me, introduced herself. Her name is Grace, and she is a Spiritual Advisor. Grace wanted to tell me about my energy and light. She said my light was so bright, she had to talk to me. She then told me that I have a very caring heart. That I’m always trying to please and help others. She then looked at my children and asked them if they knew how much I loved them. But what hit both myself and my husband was what Grace said next. Grace told me that I needed to take care of myself. That I am selfless and care too much about other people and what they think. That I don’t give “me” enough of that love and attention. Grace is right.
As we finished up and walked out, Grace said, “Goodbye Cam, I love you.” and blew me a kiss. This time, I wasn’t afraid. I actually felt peace and love.
I am now a believer in whatever this is. Maybe a spiritual awakening? I can’t really tell you what that is, but now that something spiritual has happened to me twice in one year, I’m going to take it as something really good and make the changes I need to take to make the new year more about me. I’m also looking at this as a gift. I am grateful for these encounters and how much peace they have given me.
Spirituality is indeed the master key of the Indian mind; the sense of the infinitive is native to it.