Why I’m Not Wishing Away Contrast in 2016
Anyone plugged into Abraham material lately has probably heard about how sometimes our inner being guides us to contrast.
Because of the benefit we get from the expansion. That’s why Source might point us in a contrasty direction, Abe says.
Ok, I knew what they meant, but I wondered if that was really necessary. After all, Abe also talks about how we’ve had enough contrast to last multiple lifetimes. So I didn’t really get it …
Until last month.
When the rescue group that I was already fostering a litter of kittens for asked me to take in another pregnant mom.
I don’t have two foster rooms. One litter is enough to keep a girl busy. It’s challenging to do everyone justice if you have too many cats on your hands.
But it was all hands on deck after a discovered hoarder house filled my local shelter.
So there I was with a pregnant mom in my basement storage room.
Not just any mom, but a half-starved mom with seriously compromised health.
Who had eight kittens the next day.
EIGHT. That’s a big litter for even a healthy cat. For a struggling mom, it’s even more of a challenge.
Staci hooked me up with all the supplies and know-how to syringe feed. Which I hadn’t done in years, because ever since I learned about conscious creation, I manifest pretty easy foster gigs. My cat moms do all the work – all I do is feed her and keep the litters clean. My part’s easy.
This gig wasn’t easy.
It was around the clock feedings for three weeks; a couple of 2 am emergency vet visits with a mom who didn’t look like she was going to make it. (One time they kept her hospitalized.) Plus it seemed like every other day I needed another Petsmart run for more kitten formula or mom food or kitty litter.
Kittens became my whole life. My business went on autopilot. My social life become nonexistent – other than begging friends and neighbors to help socialize my older litter, who were basically ignored while I tended the new family downstairs.
I don’t even want to tell you how many dog walks got skipped.
Other aspects of self care also took a toll since I couldn’t leave the house for more than a few hours at a time. Hair appointments, movie dates, leisurely brunches or dinners across town – not happening. More than once my ex asked when was the last time I showered.
It was Kitten City at my house.
And it didn’t take long for sleep deprivation to hit.
I have a little story about how I don’t do well without proper sleep, and that story was manifesting in spades.
The few clients I spoke with ended up coaching me half the time.
It wasn’t pretty.
I wondered how I was aligned to this. After all, I’m known for easy gigs! All my foster cats do well – healthy moms, healthy kittens, everyone gets adopted fast. No troubles here.
And this was not that.
But I will say this … there’s something different about kittens that are bottle fed. These kittens loved me! I mean, they were like glue to me. They sat in my lap, looking adoringly up at my face. Like I was their whole world. They slept in my lap. They played in my lap. They were fed from syringes in my lap and even learned to drink milk from a bowl from the comfort of my lap.
Man, this was the coolest gig ever!
Not like with my other kitties, where I have to teach them that people are friendly, that they can trust us, we’ll be cool with you.
These eight new guys grew up knowing me as a source of comfort and warmth and food. And love. Tons and tons of love. Like I’d never felt for foster kitties before.
Plus there was this … in fostering kittens you learn pretty quickly that not everyone makes it. It’s not unusual to lose one or two kittens from a litter. I don’t know what’s up with that, but it happens.
I was determined to give these eight kittens every chance to make it. Every single advantage I could give them. Highest quality food, ideal room temperature (keeping that basement room warm was tricky!), and tons of love. I was committed to bring all eight kittens to the adoption fair when all was said and done.
And get this – so far so good! It looks like everyone’s going to make it! In fact, my two littlest most at-risk kittens have outgrown some of their siblings! I’m so proud of them. And me, and their mom. We did it!
All in all, this story is shaping up to have an incredibly happy ending. It feels like a miracle!
Ok, next I need to tell you about Barbara Clark’s 2016 scripting call at GVU, where every year she leads a fun discussion about all the wonderful things that unfolded for us in the new year. (It’s like group pray rain journaling, except we do it out loud on the phone.)
Anyway, Barbara mentioned she was going to hit the record button, which surprised me. I didn’t know these calls were on the record.
She said, “Of course they’re recorded. To refer back to.”
In fact, she said, she just listened to last year’s call, where I talked all about the amazingly rewarding work I did with all the foster kittens.
I scripted this?! I scripted the most rewarding foster work ever? (As soon as she said it, I remembered.)
I remembered intending the most amazing and fulfilling volunteer work with foster kitties.
This was definitely that.
To go above and beyond what I’d normally do, to be stretched in a way I’d never stretched before … this was what set me up for the experience of a lifetime.
What an eye-opener.
It wasn’t so much a kinky vibe that led to such a challenging foster gig … but the intention for an incredibly rewarding experience. Where I knew I was making a powerful difference. Where I felt more strongly than ever before how much I loved this work.
And this is how Universe got me there. By steering me straight into a sh*tton of contrast.
From this view, Abraham’s words make sense about how sometimes we’re divinely guided to a crap situation because of all the good things that can come from it.
Like staying up all night tending to brand new baby kitties. And late night emergency vet visits to give mom the help she needs. And all the cleaning of litter boxes and blankets and towels and food dishes. All the medicating. And the tending. And the nurturing. And the loving.
All of it I picked. None of which I’d change.
And that’s why I’m not wishing away any contrast in this new year.
But … maybe don’t take my word for it. After all, I’m still a little sleep deprived. 😉