Not Our Time to Sever the Threads
I have always believed in the power and direction of
the universe and that the progression of our lives, is a linear state of
purpose. As humans, I believe we all have a preordained reason for being -
whether it is to be the Prime Minister of Australia, the scientist who
discovers the cure for cancer or simply the person who saves the life of
another and in so doing, redeems self to the path of right.
The Greeks believed, the Moirai, or the Fates, were
three sisters, all incarnations of destiny and life. Named Clotho–the one who
spins and weaves the threads of life; Lachesis - the decider, who draws lots
and determines the length of the threads and Altropos, also named The
Inevitable, chooses how someone dies and cuts the life threads with shears.
The time of death is at the choosing of Fates. Does
that also mean that if a death is foreseen and timed, that the decision can be
reversed at their choosing? If so, why? Is this a whim? My experience leads me
to believe that there are times when the universe intervenes to preserve the
life of someone, for some specific reason, only known to her.
Here is my story...
I was twenty nine years old when I had my first
child. I was like a she bear - my son was never out of my sight. It was the day
of my six week postnatal check up with my obstetrician. His office was in a
busy part of Sydney. I made my way through the frantic afternoon traffic and
stopped to make a right hand turn. I waited and waited and waited for a break
in the traffic. The traffic lights were not synced, so, only one or two cars
were getting through at a time.
I foolishly made the decision to make a break for
it–big mistake. I misjudged the proximity of the oncoming vehicle to my left, which
was on a collision course straight for me. All I could think of was my son who
was strapped into his capsule in the back of the car.
It was surreal. I didn't close my eyes. I just
stared at the oncoming vehicle and braced for impact. I remember seeing my
knuckles gripped on the steering wheel. The bouyant feeling of being carried
along by a wave in the surf, washed over me, then an electrical zing flashed
through my body. I looked up. I was still in the same position, pointed down
the hill, blocking the road. The other vehicle that five seconds before, was
only centimetres from my passenger side door, now, was to my right and was
powering away down the road.
I wasn't harmed and thanks to the Goddess, neither
was my son. I truly don't understand how we weren't involved in a serious car
accident. The only way the other car, travelling at speed could have arrived on
the other side of me, was to go over the top of my car or through my car. It
sounds impossible, but I felt that vehicle pass through me.
I know what I felt. I can still feel that wave and
zing as if it happened today. I believe both parties involved had some
molecular interchange and we were saved. Who knows, as a forty year career midwife,
maybe I was meant to survive to ensure the life of a destined newborn was
preserved. Or perhaps it was my contribution to the establishment of governance
in Healthcare in NSW. Maybe it is my son who has a destiny that is universe
given. All I know is that the magicks are all around us and that miracles do
happen. I am grateful that my precious boy and I were one of them.
Trailer to Warrior Born - Book 1 of the
Katana Series.
I smell rain before clouds gather across the sky. I feel the dawn before the sun
paints my world the colours of the earth. It is the flit of gossamer wings
above my head as I walk through the garden that warms my soul and makes me glad
that faeries exist. The universe is my mistress and my strength. Things that
growl in the shadows or snap at my ankles in the night are my dark friends—the
source of my creativity. I, am Kathrine Leannan
What an amazing story Katherine! It gave me chills reading it. I wonder if the incident made a lasting impression on the other driver? Makes you wonder about life plans and soul contracts for sure!
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Roni Lynne
Thanks for sharing, Kathrine. what a story! I'm glad for you and your son that you weren't involved in what would have been a horrid accident. Such a miracle.
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