Taking Risks

It's scary to take risks, isn't it? That's what I was thinking when I was standing in front of two new potential business associates a few weeks ago. I wasn't even there for 10 minutes when it started to happen. We were talking business. Our conversation had not even begun to get into the heart of it when I started to hear the male voice inside me persistently say, "CARLOS, CARLOS, CARLOS". I tried to ignore him, but the more I shrugged him off the louder he got.
I felt like Whoopie Goldberg in the movie Ghost (the scene when Patrick Swazie is singing 100 bottles of beer on the wall). I finally gave in... I took the risk and asked the question to the older woman, "Do you by any chance know a Carlos?" She looked shocked and then stared at the other woman. She then said, "Carlos is my late husband."

Since I just met these two women I didn't want them to think I was "peculiar" so I imediately went straight back to our business discussion. My vision was then distored by seeing a red jacket or dress with ornate buttons on the older woman. (In reality she was wearing a blue sweater) but all I could see was this red dress. It was so overwhelming that I couldn't concentrate. I wanted to ask them about what I was seeing but I was so afraid of what they would think of me. I was so afraid of looking and feeling like a fool....of making a bad impression...of taking a risk! Then I heard the name "Christina" but felt very strongly that I wasn't suppose to mention her name at all.

After 5 minutes of pretending to be listening, I broke down and said, "I am so sorry. I am going to apologize upfront for what I am about to ask you. I haven't heard a word either one of you have said because all I can see is a red jacket or dress with very ornate buttons...." The two women were dumbfounded. The older woman looked at me and said, "That's the red dress I wore when I first met my husband, Carlos. Today is my first day back at work. I've been in a terrible depression since my daughter died. I wanted to die myself. I am in shock that Carlos has come to me? Do you think he is with our daughter?"

I told her, " Of course, he is. Love never dies."

This woman received tremendous comfort because her late husband literally pushed me out of my comfort zone. I thank God literally that I relunctantly but gratefully took a risk that provided healing and service for someone in need...and gave a valuable lesson to me.

So, if you're getting insight into a situation and you don't know whether you should or shouldn't say anything...Ask your angels for guidance. You will know by the way you "feel". Listen to your body. Carlos made it very clear to me that "taking the risk" was the right thing the do. Even though my "ego" was afraid, I wasn't feeling "alarmed" or the need to run away. I still felt "safe". That is the difference.

Namaste - Deb