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Is this a clue?

A clue! A clue!  (I liked Steve best.)

A clue! A clue!
(Joe was fine, but I liked Steve best.)

Sometimes I wish that the Universe would make its messages easier to decipher. I recognize that coincidences and synchronicities reveal patterns in the chaos, but the meaning of that pattern isn’t always clear. My daughters and I oftentimes kid that we wish the Big U would leave a big blue pawprint to show us, “Yes, this is definitely a clue.”

Sometimes the clues don’t make sense because they’re nothing more than seeing lots of number sequences on clocks and license plates, etc. Doreen Virtue has a list of meanings that these number sequences have, but I don’t always have that list handy, so the message isn’t concise. I may be wrong but I believe that things like this, the ones that don’t have a specific message, are simply there to show we’re on the right track. Our actions and overall vibe are in alignment with where we want to be heading. We see these things because everything is ticking along nicely, all lined up.

Sometimes it’s hearing the same song over and over, in strange places, until you finally listen to the lyrics and hear what the clue is trying to tell you. Sometimes you just happen to open a book to a page that shows you the exact information you were looking for. Sometimes the clues make perfect sense, like the ones I’ve been writing about lately, with the tea party, or the fact that Blackpool is coming up in conversation with people who have no good reason to bring it up.

I have a new one that I haven’t yet figured out, but it’s certainly got  my attention. Here’s some background:

I recently started reading John Steinbeck‘s The Grapes of Wrath for the first time. I know, I know–someone my age should have read it by now. Bare minimum, how did I get through school without being forced to read it? I don’t know. Somehow I’ve managed to avoid reading what I assumed was an incredibly depressing story about dirt and poverty. In any case, I’m almost done reading (it’s brilliant–Steinbeck is dazzling–but that’s not today’s subject).

Last week I watched Louis C.K.‘s latest HBO special, and out of nowhere he started talking about The Grapes of Wrath. What are the odds of that happening? Seriously. How weird is that? What an amazing coincidence! (But then he blew the ending! He told how it ends! I even tweeted to him to let him know he ruined the book for me.)

“I don’t mean to ruin that book for you, but you should have read it by now.”
(Do not watch if you’re easily offended or haven’t read the Grapes of Wrath.)

I’m almost done reading, and I’ve learned a lot from the Joad family and their struggles. I’ve made a lot of connections between what they experienced and today’s economy. I have a new, non-sexist view of why there was such thing as “men’s work” and “women’s work.” My understanding of social structure has been vastly broadened.

Most importantly, this book has taught me that an Oklahoma accent causes a girl named Rose of Sharon to be called “Rosasharn.” That name has been stuck in my head, like an earworm, since I began reading the book.

So imagine my surprise when I went for my morning walk today and happened upon this:

rose of sharon

Aside from this book, or out shopping for plants, I never hear of Rose of Sharon. It’s not a well-known flower. And I’ve never seen a truck with that company name before, that I can recall anyway. It’s not a local company.

rose of sharon clueI have no idea what this clue means, but I wouldn’t mind if Louis C.K. spoiled the ending for me! But, hey, if you look real close, peeking out the window, here’s you a dog. And a blue pawprint.

My one resolution: No More Apologies!

I gave up New Year’s Resolutions a long time ago. This one just happens to coincide with the start of a New Year, so I might as well claim it as a “resolution” (although, doesn’t that automatically doom it to only last until February? Eeek!).

Anyway, it has come to my attention that one of my biggest personality defects, for lack of a better phrase, is that I voluntarily give my power away to the lowest bidder. As soon as anyone casts doubt on something I say or do, I instantly cave in and cry “Uncle!” even if I honestly felt that I was in the right before they said anything.

This isn’t news, really. I’ve always known that I do this, but I also thought that it was because I was wrong, after all! One of the things I’ve always liked about my personality is that I’m very willing to see both sides of a story and admit when I’m wrong. I am, naturally, a very fair person — TO OTHER PEOPLE! When I’m right, however, I rarely stand up for myself and say so. That’s the problem.

With Neale Donald Walsch, shortly after he offered, without even being asked, to write a foreword for my first book.

With Neale Donald Walsch, shortly after he offered, without even being asked, to write a foreword for my first book.

Even Neale Donald Walsch noticed this about me, when I had only known him a couple hours. He had just found a copy of my first book that day, and he volunteered to write a foreword for its second edition. That evening, he was raving about it to a crowd of about fifty people while I sat in the audience, ecstatic to hear someone of his professional stature saying such amazing things about my work. He announced before an entire room of my respected peers that he would do whatever he could to help me get the book seen, “…because she doesn’t even believe in her own work!” He could see better than I could my extreme fear of someone reading the book and disputing its veracity, even though I was very careful while writing it to make sure that couldn’t happen.

My fear of being proven wrong or laughed at because I made a mistake has kept me from succeeding, even when I know I’m right. I downplay my spiritual beliefs for fear of ridicule by friends and family members who are either atheists or believers of a standard religion’s doctrine, even though I KNOW how to tap into the power of the Universe and make it swirl into whatever I want it to be.

All these years, I was sort of proud of my ability to be so humble. The problem is, it hasn’t been humility, it’s been fear.

Over the last week, I’ve read a couple books that have given me a whole new way of looking at this issue: Will I Ever Be Good Enough? and Realms of the Earth Angels.

The first offers a “real-world” look at psychological reasons for this kind of behavior, which is called the Impostor Syndrome. BOY, did I relate to that!!!

The second offers a “New Age” look at spiritual reasons for this, and suggests that it might be caused by vows taken in past lives to stay quiet and not rock the boat, or draw attention to myself. That feels so true, so on the money, and I’m not even gonna apologize for resonating with this, even though last week I would have.

Talk about a double whammy! And just in time to claim my power back for a New Year! Look out, 2013, Lisa Bonnice finally believes in and claims her own power!

Here’s you a magical dog!

magical dog