Recently my sister Dani told me a story about her former manager. Dani works at a not-for-profit organisation with a religious bent.
Which is kind of funny, given Dani is an atheist.
But the point of this story is her manager had applied for a promotion that everyone assumed she was a shoe-in for. When she was overlooked for the promotion, she confided in Dani that even though she had moved from interstate to take up her current role, she was going to leave the organisation as God had “told her too”.
Dani was dumbfounded that anyone could make a decision like this, based on their belief they had chatted with God.
Yet as I mused to Dani, is asking God what to do really so different from what is much more common a trend these days – asking the universe?
I was raised in a religious environment. Christened Methodist (now part of the Uniting Church), I then spent many a year dutifully going to sunday school at the Salvation Army.
How I loved throwing my tambourine (complete with ribbons) around in wide circles and loudly singing “I want to be a solider of the cross”.
As well as being brought up a Salvo (where I would never have lasted – Salvos do not drink alcohol), I also attended a Catholic girls school for 10 years. Which explains all the guilt I carry.
So the concept of praying to God is not foreign to me, and in the past there have been more than one occasion when I dialled up the Lord. So to speak.
I often wonder then whether I love the idea of the universe as a provider, because there is a spiritual void in my life.
I am not even sure what the rules are for dealing with the Universe. I’ve been told that if you really want something and ‘put the request out there to the universe’, it will happen.
But earlier this year I was disappointed as the universe had not delivered on a couple of key requests I made. And then I heard that just “talking” to the universe with my requests was probably not going to cut it.
What I needed to do was to be very specific in my requests (too general and the Universe would not know what I really wanted); and I also needed to make sure I thanked the Universe regularly for what the Universe had already provided.
I started a ‘Vision Board’, a concept apparently taken from “The Secret”, although I have never read it. I started the board after reading how it worked for Mia Freedman of “Mamamia” fame. Or Cosmo’s youngest ever Editor for those of you of my vintage.
I also found a blue glass, heart-shaped pendant that I started either wearing or carrying with me ever day. Regularly I would rub the pendant and thank the Universe for my blessings. And every now and then, I would feel I had earned enough credit to rub the pendant and make my requests.
Sadly, none of those requests have happened. Which is not to say I am unhappy with my life, far from it. Just that, quite disappointingly, nothing I specifically asked the Universe to provide was delivered.
And No, one of my requests was not asking the Universe to provide me with a winning Tattslotto ticket. Nothing that fanciful was on my list.
Recently during our month-long Family Road Trip, the weather was so bad we were at the point of giving up and coming home only one week into the journey.
I kept asking the husband “Why is the Universe doing this to us? What have we done?”.
Ever rational, the husband tried to point out the Universe wasn’t doing anything to us – it was just that we happened to have been caught up in unseasonal storms raging up and down the East Coast of Australia.
Still I am reluctant to give up on the concept of the universe. As well as being what the “cool people” seem to believe in, I like the idea that some force I cannot see or really comprehend, cares about me.
The idea that if I am basically a good and kind person, then this force will see that good things happen to me.
So whether the ‘force’ is God or the Universe is probably irrelevant.
I just wish that whoever or whatever the force is, it would let my body exercise more than three times a week without getting injured.
Which is of course a whole different post completely.
With thanks till next time,