Nothing is haphazard. With every encounter, there is an impetus, a predestination. Look to the centre, to the heart, of the matter. When one awakens from a dream, it is not the details, especially, that one should hasten to remember, but the feeling, that feeling that lingers upon awakening. I am not referring to emotions. Emotions are counterfeit feelings, fabricated by a mind which lacks the founts of feelings, the senses. Every fated encounter demands a fated response.
There is a beginning, a middle, and an ending to everything. Nothing begins ’til you get there; then your destiny there is fulfilled precisely as it is meant to be fulfilled, in that place at that time. Destiny may not be coerced, cajoled, or counted on. You get what is yours. You are denied what is not yours. The time you have in any endeavour, with any other person, in any place, for whatever reason, is not negotiable; its beginning, middle, and end are set, as it were, in stone, everlasting.
Not everything evolves into something self-evidently other or more than it began. Not everything is long-lasting; much less is ever-lasting. Sometimes people enter into your life by a seeming collision of destinies, yet their presence there may be only momentary, an impetus to choose between right and wrong; a test of your courage, your conscience, your capacity, your compassion. Those who stay longer may open your heart, your eyes, your mind to possibilities never before considered on your own. These people show you who you can be, if only you accept who you already are. In recognition of your own intrinsic worth, you learn to love yourself. By offering a hand, or an embrace, a kind word, or simply a tender glance – just minutes or seconds in your life – you may be encouraged, strengthened, empowered sufficiently to overcome a major obstacle.
Other obstructions to your well-being may demand changes that require prolonged non-coercive persuasion. An all-night talk may lead to an extended period of guided assistance. Once-strangers become the teachers, mentors, muses who turn our lives around; who by and through their brief walks with us usher us to the thresholds of new beginnings. Our destinies have not been altered, really, but put on track, fulfilled as they were meant to be. With the comings and goings of people in our lives, there should be affirmation, but not attachment, certainly not clinging. In coming to you, the destinies of others are realised. In parting from you, their destined missions accomplished, they move on into the lives of others. It is the same for you, of course, for everyone. We are here on the Earth to add value to the lives of others, to help when we are able, to give always as much as we can rather than as little as we might, to serve freely, without consideration of recompense. When is it time time to say ‘goodbye’, to say ‘farewell’, say ‘thank you’, instead; not only or necessarily to the benefactors themselves, but to the One who sent them.
Interest, fascination, infatuation, obsession, all lie in mystery rather than identity. Within the realm of mystery, love, true love, exists at that moment, that place, where truth and magic collide.