The Universe has spoken.
The other day I was having a conversation with a good friend after class. Her dad had recently been diagnosed as a type 2 diabetic and had to start taking insulin shots. She knows that my company (Qivana) sells a system with the FABULOUS success rates in treating type 2 diabetes with no chemicals. She also knows, however, that her father will not drink a shake as breakfast. He wants to eat food. Her sister is a nurse and the two of them discussed , "hey, wouldn't it be nice if..." (Just so you know these are the beginning words for any thought or idea that has radically changed society) "... There were people who came in your home and were trained in cooking for specific diets or conditions, like gluten intolerance or diabetes. Like an in-home chef.
"Yeah that would be great." I replied.
Fast forward 3 hours later. I'm at my condo preparing to leave for my nanny job. I had no idea why but it was taking me longer than usual to get outta the house. I knew I was running more late as minutes passed, but for some reason I wasn't in a hurry. Which is really odd for me because I usually have intense anxiety when it comes to being on time.
Anywho, I finally leave the house. I turn left out of my neighborhood and as I head toward the stop sign I see a guy walking on the side of the road, headed in the same direction as me.
I could see he wasn't on a leisurely walk. It was too cold for that and he was dressed in a sort of uniform. From a restaurant or something. Again, in no hurry, I thought to myself, "I wonder if he needs a ride."
This thought crosses my mind most anytime I see a hitch hiker, but the reality is I am 5 feet 1.5 inches tall and a buck fifteen after a hefty meal. And being in the driver side of a car doesn't leave much flexibility for a range of defense mechanisms. So I go through these reasons, say a prayer for the person, and hope someone else with less risk and more
ability can help them. I have to be okay with this. I would be putting myself in danger otherwise.
Let me be clear: I am almost 26 years old and I have never picked up a stranger in my car, male or female......until two days ago.
I drove past him, going through my justification process and prayer, but when I reached the stop sign, I looked in the mirror, and then turned my head to look back at him. I rolled the window down and shouted, "hey do you need a ride somewhere?"
"Actually I'm just headed to the Walmart".
Before I thought about it, I shouted ," yeah that's on my way hop on in!"
At this point there were at least two cars behind me that I was holding up. Usually very sensitive to that sort of thing, for some reason I trusted that they were okay and no one behind me was in labor or rushing to the ER for any reason.
I cleared whatever debris was in the front passenger seat and he came to the side of the car. As soon as he sat down and closed the door, I looked at him and I finally drove through the intersection. Relief washed over me because his energy felt harmless. As soon as the relief settled in, I thought to myself, "What in the hell did I just do?" "What on earth could have compelled me to pick up a stranger MAN and put myself in close quarters with him?!" All I could think about was that I kept getting feelings that it was right. It wasn't logical, nor do I believe it was from this earth. Acts such as these are demonstrations of faith, according to my religious beliefs. It's not logical, you just listen to the feeling and act on what it's telling you. Even if you look crazy to other people.
If you are hoping for a gift, from Santa, God, or the Easter Bunny, you have to be prepared for stepping out of your comfort zone, in honor of what you're trying to manifest.
I made sure to let him know this was not a normal thing.
I asked where he was going. He was on his way to the bus stop so he could go to work. He worked at Cracker Barrel. And he was a cook there. My first instinct was "cool I could possibly recruit him for Qivana! (If he wants to make more money). I was expecting him to say something entirely different, but shortly after divulging that he's a cook, he said "what I really want to get into is being a private, in home chef"
Holy Shit.
I literally responded with "You're f***ing kidding me."
Friends... Think back to the beginning of this post and my conversation with Mary!!
"Hey, wouldn't it be nice if there were people who came in your home and were trained in cooking for specific diets or conditions, like gluten intolerance or diabetes. Like an in-home chef. ?!"
"Yeah that would be great."
So I had that conversation just FOUR hours prior to picking up the first roadside traveler in my whole life, a male nonetheless.
After I explained everything to him, I was flustered and excited and said "Hurry get my number before we get there!!"
I told him I had no idea what this meant, where it would go, or what to do with it but it was placed on not a silver platter, but on a diamond studded gold leaf painted platter, sprinkled with gold dust. It would be a disservice to the universe and to ourselves not to follow up and follow through. Literally un-faith-ful. There would be zero faith in doing nothing with a gift like that. Turns out my new friend also has a communications degree and went to culinary school.
The Universe has spoken.
What happened next? I profusely thanked the universe and remained in awe and wonder at the love I feel from the Universe.
What's gonna happen with Kyle?! If you want to know what the result was, you have to
1. Leave a comment about an instance where you followed your gut even though it wasn't logical and you could have or did fave criticism for it, and how it went for you.
