The School of Lost Causes and Found Causes

It’s at times like this, late in my life, when I feel the most humble. I’ll tell you why. I’ve been given so much help in my life when I needed it the most. This has not always saved me from suffering and pain but sometimes it has. The help is a comfort though through it all. I think that’s why The School of Lost Causes, as I’m calling it, is what I’ve been working on.

 The school is basically about things that can’t be fixed but can over time be transformed with work, patience, healing, forgiveness of others and one’s self and experience.

 Sometime lost causes can be people or events that have changed the course of people’s lives or limits and many others.

 Some of my motivation for the school came from a question, often with urgency, of, “Can’t I do something to help?”

 Sometimes there were things to do though often other people were already doing them. Now and then though, someone would say something like, “We’ve tried and tried but it’s just a lost cause.”

 I know they did try, I’m not doubting that and so I turned to prayer and spirituality.

 Eventually through the guidance of spiritual teachers I was able to discover something I called magic because it worked like magic and you’ll find a lot of what I call magic on this blog and on my other, Benevolent Magic and sometimes even on Explorer Race blog. 

 It’s taken me a lifetime to accumulate this wisdom and it is my intention to share what I can for those of you who are on a path of wanting to help.

 I feel it is best to read these blogs from their first posts to their most recent and feel what you are drawn to the most. 

 I may or may not be able to post much more on them but there is a lot that can either help you or inspire you on your own path.

 I wish you all well. Goodlife

Being Influential in a Benevolent Way

Some years ago when living in Arizona I used to drive up Oak Creek Canyon, a beautiful place, to Flagstaff. I’d try to go there once a week just to enjoy the place because it was different than Sedona where I was living at that time and I enjoyed the differences.

One day on my way back from Flagstaff, I was driving down the main drag towards the general direction of the turnoff towards Oak Creek Canyon and I saw a plane, a good sized plane. It looked like what would be considered an old version of a national guard plane flying out of the Flagstaff airport and it didn’t clear the trees by much. It was flying very low and I had the feeling they were in trouble because they would never fly that low.

As they were coming closer to the area I was on the street, a wide street it was, I could see they were in serious trouble. For one thing they still had their gear down and they were doing a long slow turn. I swear, I don’t know what was keeping them up but I could see that they were in trouble.

They were turning slowly and there was no question that they were going to run right into a fairly new hotel. Not a big one, not very tall but tall enough. It was very clear that their right landing gear was going to crash right into the hotel.

So I did the only thing that I could think of in the moment. I stopped my car right smack in the middle of the street and I did something that I’ve done before and this is what I did.

I reached out, even in my car, and I got my hand - you can imagine - using what I call Long Touch and I pushed the plane up. I can only tell you that it managed to miss not only that hotel but it also managed to miss what was at that time the largest mall in Flagstaff and it managed to make the turn.

It was going towards the airport and I breathed a sigh of relief. I was holding it, supporting it and they were flying very slowly and as they got closer to the airport I felt well maybe I can let them go and I let them go and darned if they didn’t clip the top of the trees as they got to the airport and when I saw those trees waver it was like uh-oh and I rushed my hand over there again and gave them a little boost up but then I figured, well they’re going to be landing any second so I let go and they landed as far as I know because I didn’t hear about anything bad and I glanced over in the direction of the airport - I didn’t see anything bad - so I had the opportunity once again to help out.

You never know when the opportunity is going to present itself. I know that your opportunities to help out may not be like this but when you get the chance, if you can, it’s a good feeling.

Goodlife