When I was in the seventh grade, my friends mom chased me around the house with an electric shock brush.
My friend (let’s call her Victoria), came from a very new- age family. Their house was home to crystals that stood taller than me, dream catchers, a hypnosis room, prayer beads, meditation mats and enough books on new age healing and psychology that I could have paper mached the Empire State building with them. In short, it was 100% different from my home in every way. And some days I loved it (when Victoria’s mom introduced me to reiki), and some days it scared me (the day I was chased with the electric shock brush that apparently would cure my headache).
One of my most memorable days with Victoria’s mom (other than the time she lectured us on stealing her cooking wine and drinking it on a trampoline) was the day she showed me the power of “putting it out there”. She was always talking to Victoria and I, encouraging us to make lists of what we wanted, to draw pictures, tell people, say it before going to sleep. (We usually scoffed because the last thing I thought about before going to sleep wasn’t going to be a wish to the universe for a better science mark- it was going to involve a personal fantasy that included Johnathan Taylor Thomas). One day she told us she was going to put it out there for the universe and we would see how powerful the world was. She told us she had been actively thinking about what she wanted that day and she wrote down what she wanted on a piece of paper. Then she folded it up, gave it to Victoria and told Victoria she could only open it when she told her she could. We rolled our eyes and went back to eating an entire box of cereal.
The day progressed and Victoria’s mom announced she wanted to go the mall. Specifically, she needed to go the pharmacy in the mall to pick up a prescription for Victoria’s brother. It was a few days before Christmas and Victoria and I agreed to go with her to finish our Christmas shopping (this is when I was still young enough that I enjoyed holiday shopping and didn’t hate people). While we were driving into the city, Victoria and I complained about how we had wore the wrong shoes and how wet our feet were going to get from snow trudging in the parking lot to the main doors. We knew it was going to be impossible to find a great parking spot and moaned about the fact that there was no cool winter boots for Canadian girls (there still isn’t by the way).
What I remember from the trip is Victoria’s mom not speaking. She would smile if we said something funny, but she stayed quiet the entire trip. We got to the mall and Victoria’s mom didn’t even glance at any of the last remaining parking spots near the rear of the mall parking lot- though Victoria and I screamed them to her, but drove straight towards the main entrance, that was right beside the pharmacy. And there was a perfect spot. Not only was it perfect because there was no car in it, but all the snow around it was gone. As though the snow had fallen everywhere but in that spot. Victoria and I cheered at the idea of not having to trudge through 800 miles of parking lot or get our feet wet. Victoria’s mom turned to Victoria and told her ” Okay, now you can open the paper”.
Victoria unfolded the piece of paper we had forgotten about to read her mom’s writing: “Today I will park at the closest entrance possible at the mall and there will be no snow”.
In hindsight, it should have been a bigger deal. Her mom had wrote down hours before what she wanted, and it had come true. Victoria and I both were quiet, proclaimed her mom magic and then went in to shop. But I think back on that day and realize that her mom was showing me something bigger than I could grasp, but I could thankfully remember. Who knows, maybe it was luck or chance or fate- or any of the other words we use when we can’t prove what we’ve seen. Or maybe it wasn’t- maybe it was an answer to what her mom had asked.
I thought of this today as I (once again!) applied for a teaching job. It’s at a dream school- two blocks from where I live. I had wrote down what I wanted, thought about what I wanted and proceeded to tell everyone what I wanted. I told a friend what I wanted and she told me that she was actually great friends with the principal, -of the school I applied to. She’s made a call and I’m supposed to call the principal on Wednesday, but apparently ‘things look good’.
Maybe I won’t get the job, maybe Victoria’s mom just got lucky, – or maybe not. It may be silly or flighty but today I’d rather believe that it’s possible to get exactly what you ask for, if you have the guts and clarity to ask for it. Today I put out into the universe what I wanted and Wednesday I will know if the universe heard me.
Cross your fingers.