If you knew say, because of a dream or a vision so real you had not one ounce of doubt, that tomorrow a massive earthquake and resulting tsunami would destroy the coastline and the state where you live, would you stay or pack up the basics and go? Or, if you didn’t live there, but had relatives who did, would you frantically call them and try to convince them they had to leave? Or would you know that whatever is meant to be will be?–as in, I chose to live in these times, in this place and I accept all that my decision means.
I’m not sure what I would do. Spend some quiet time with God-within for sure. Or, I could completely panic, I suppose, drag my daughter into our car and drive to—where? How far would our car go before the engine-burning smell and the Check Engine light came on? And would that be far enough? If it was you, how far would you go?
I guess the important thing is not to panic. When my sons were one and four their father drove with them through a mountain pass in a winter blizzard and the highway people closed the pass, which meant my family was stuck in the middle of the storm. (My eldest learned how to pee in a bottle, which, since we never know, is a good thing, I guess.) Those were the old days before you could check weather conditions online and before cell phones–though they wouldn’t work even today in those conditions. I completely panicked, paced, called my friends, relatives, worried to no end, and when I heard him pull into the garage, I ran out and yelled, “How could you take them during the winter? How could you do this to me?”
“Honey,” my husband said, “we’re fine. They just closed the pass for a while.”
“That’s supposed to make me feel better?” He took me into his arms and said, “I took water, food, blankets, pillows, extra clothes, their snow boots and coats. We were fine. Better than fine—they thought it was fun. So did I.” What could I say? He was always prepared when it came to stuff like that. I thought about my extreme state of panic for years and of what it said about my faith, about my acceptance of ‘what will be, will be.’
I guess the truth is, all any of us can do is live our lives, knowing that hard things—losses–happen to everyone. Some people even lose their children and have to survive the worst of all possible situations. But there is something we can all do, and that is to grow closer to Love-within, to our souls, which connect us to the Universal Love that created the entire universe, of which we are tiny, beloved cells. People don’t generally survive 9.0 earthquakes and the resulting tsunamis, but we can prepare on any day to cross over into the great, compassionate hands of Love.