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When Purpose Calls, by Pat Samples

(Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal.)

"All that we need to enter into the sacred dance with the miracle that is Life, is for us to ask to participate…and graciously receive the hand that is offered."—Michael J Tamura, You Are the Answer

"Listen!" I turned to Raphaelle, my wife, and pressed a finger across my lips.

"What is it?" She asked.

We stopped walking as I peered into the moonlit nightscape of silhouettes surrounding us: A scattering of trees, homes snuggled up for the night, Halloween cats perched on fences, and a bit of horizon beyond the last patch of open field left in the subdivision. We had strolled along the meandering sidewalk, fully two miles from home, on this moonlit jasmine-laced late spring night. And, as the clock struck twelve, in the hush from our dangling conversation, we heard every timbre of dog-barks, a cacophony of catfights, and the occasional rumble of traffic cruising down the boulevard. Then, there it was again: A faint mewing.

"There!" I said. "Did you hear it?"

"You mean the kitten?" Raphaelle asked, wondering why I was making such a big deal about the cry of one little creature when we'd been walking through an opera of woofing and meowing and screeching.

I realized it was just a tiny meow from a kitten. What was it about this particular kitten calling out that stopped me in my tracks? I asked myself. No ready answer popped into my awareness so I shrugged and said, "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just a kitten." Then, we turned around to continue our leisurely amble homeward.

We made it to the end of the block when, this time, Raphaelle stopped. "Listen," she said, "the kitten's meows haven't gotten any further away. I think it's following us." pointing to the center divider. And a scrawny little black and white feral cat skipped across the road straight for us.

Meowing and purring she rubbed up against my legs and then Raphaelle's. "If you're hungry," I said to her, "you can come home with us and we'll feed you. But, it'll be quite a walk home from here." The kitten leapt, making a primal growl deep in its throat and caught a delectable snack-moth. After polishing down the tidbit, she licked her lips and looked up at me as if to say, "Well, what are we waiting for?" Then, she walked home with us, the whole two miles.

You could say, that on that night under the spell of the full moon, we were broadsided by love in a fur coat. Both a beauty and a beast, she entered our lives and sauntered right into our hearts. Today, she's been a beloved member of our family for over fourteen years. I can't imagine a life now that didn't include this nine-pound wonder with a perfect black and white Taoist yin-yang symbol encircling her regal nose. And, true to her marking, she's been a living example of the flow of polarities: one moment a princess and the next a huntress, now a Zen monk and then a Ninja assassin. She's been a model of living in the moment and a master of relaxation, yoga, and kung fu. She's demonstrated amazing telepathic abilities, astral projection, and telekinesis. But, above all, she's taught me, time and again, that love never gives up—she'll bite you if you cross her line, but she will always forgive you and love you all over anew. Ever since she entered our lives, it's been like having a resident magician regularly pulling treasures of life lessons out of the empty hat. Of course, we had aptly named her "Magic."

I don't remember exactly when it was that I finally returned to my question from that night: What was it about Magic's call that made me drop everything else and listen? There I was engrossed in conversation with Raphaelle, enjoying our walk, and then one little mewing field kitten burst into my consciousness to command my complete attention. The answer, I realized, was quite simple, actually. Isn't that how real magic—not the sleight-of-hand variety but rather the magic that is the gift of grace—always enters our lives? Even if we are in a crowded and noisy room, when a person of great power and grace walks in, we stop and pay attention.

The simple truth of life is that life continuously gives to life. And, every moment, our purpose invites us to join in life's fulfillment. When we choose to step out of our busyness and preoccupations that we so often confuse with living, life can grace us with its abundance of miracles. When we're relaxed, enjoying our being and we open up even for just a moment to listen to the gentlest, to the meekest call of nature, what is beyond the mundane world can then enter our awareness. Yet, we often close the door on magic entering our lives by letting what we assume in our mind as "reality" preside over our inner knowing, just as I almost did that fateful night. Although, I had intuitively stopped to heed the call, I let the thought that it was just the ordinary meowing of a kitten discount it, that it didn't warrant further attention. Fortunately, the true calling of life's purpose doesn't give up on us; I received a second chance when Magic caught Raphaelle's attention moments later.

Rewind: Just a week before Magic entered our lives, I was given an opportunity to receive a kitten from a new litter. Yet, at the time, since we were in the process of looking for a dog to bring into our fold, Raphaelle vetoed adopting a cat. Seeing my disappointment, however, she compromised and said, "Well, if a cat follows you home someday, I won't keep you from taking it in." Of course, as they say, the rest is history.

The call that pulled me out of my pleasant preoccupations that night fourteen years ago wasn't the cry of a stray kitty. After all, I heard dozens of cat and kitten calls during my walk that held no such sway on my awareness. Instead, Magic was the delightful furry ambassador advocating a much deeper calling: A call from within my own being. In a sense, it was she who picked up the ringing phone and said,"It's for you. Your soul purpose is calling. You need to answer." And I am grateful that I did.

The call from our soul's purpose comes in all manners and forms. By whatever way it comes, however, it never fails to remind us who we truly are. And it guides us along our path, so that we may learn to fully live our spiritual life.

Obviously, it isn't my ultimate purpose in life to have a pet cat. Yet, having Magic in my life has helped fulfill aspects of my purpose that otherwise I may have missed. Through all that I've learned caring for her, loving her, and above all, being loved by her in the most unique ways, I have become more myself. Every day I find more of my inner self, coming out to live in this world. Whenever we let down our defense barriers and ask to participate in life as it unfolds moment-by-moment, life extends its hand to welcome us in. All we need to do then is to graciously accept that hand and enter into the sacred dance with life.

All throughout my life, every time I sincerely asked to participate in the miracle of life, life never failed to extend its welcoming hand. I've had to learn to stay awake, pay attention, and recognize the invitation for what it was in spite of the many guises in which it would come. Several times it entered my life dressed as a bright, young woman seeking an answer. Each time I accepted the invitation by giving that stranger a little communication, some compassion to let her be herself, she revealed afterwards that she had been on her way to kill herself. Instead, each of these beautiful souls chose to live and fulfill her purpose—all because someone took a few minutes to see her true light beneath the worldly avalanche of invalidation and isolation.

Many times the call came to me, too, in the form of dolphin songs, inviting me to join them in their play. Once, while driving in Hawai'i just as I was about to make a left turn toward my planned destination, I suddenly heard in my head their familiar, "K-k-k-k-k-e-e-e-e!" Then, they telepathically said, "Come to the bay, we're waiting for you!" Instead of driving to a sacred site so that I could map out directions for a group of my students, I was called to go meet a pod of wild dolphins. Of course, I immediately turned right and headed toward the bay to find them, exactly in the opposite direction from my original itinerary. When I arrived at the ocean's edge, I was met not by a reception line of dolphins but with crashing six-foot waves and the churning whitewater of the sea. Although I didn't see any of my cetacean friends in the water, I heard them clearly once again. They said, "Come in and play with us!"

Naturally, I declined the wonderful invitation with the excuse that I didn't feel like drowning that day. I did agree, however, that I would sit high up on the rocks beyond the ferocious fingers of the sea and meditate and commune with them in spirit. Even though it looked as if I wouldn't be able to swim with the dolphins that day, I felt joyful just being there spiritually with them wherever they happened to be under the sea. Then, moments later, I realized that a calm stillness had engulfed me. I opened my eyes and to my astonishment I stared into a placid blue pool in front of me. Then, I heard, "Now, will you come in to swim with us?" What happened to the raging seas? I didn't wait for an answer. Once I made sure that this quiet wasn't just a momentary hiccup in the storm, I donned mask, fins and snorkel and dove in. The dolphin reception pod then came to greet me and we swam in ecstatic abandon for the next three hours—until I had to return to the hotel to give my next seminar. As I bid adieu to my delightful marine friends, I asked them if they would care to join our group that I was taking out on a chartered boat the following morning up the north coast. "E-e-k-k-k-k-k-k-eeeee!" They answered. And, to all of our joy, they showed up en mass to swim with us the next day—miles away from the bay.

The time I heard the inner call to write my book, You Are the Answer, I said out loud, "Send me a publisher and I'll write it." Two weeks later a woman who came to see me as a first-time client from New York said out of the blue, "If you would write a book, I'll start a publishing company to publish it!" Although it turned out that she didn't start her publishing company, it got me started in writing my book—and, it got published.

No matter our situation or condition in life, I've always experienced that our true purpose is always within us calling to us every moment. All we need to do is to pay attention, graciously accept the call (even if it's a collect call!), and respond. Once we willingly respond, with gratitude, compassion, and a dash of enthusiasm, all will work out for the best.

A moment is all it takes for us to open to that divine life which is beyond our limited plans or even our greatest wishes. Unfortunately, however, more often than not we barricade ourselves within the fortress of our beliefs, expectations, judgments, and desires in our ignorant attempts to gain control, love, and security. However wonderful they may seem to be, our attachment to them closes the door on the limitless possibilities of treasures of which we may be the rightful heirs. If we can only allow it, we may discover that we are truly the beneficiaries of divinity.

Article originally published in The Llewellyn Journal. Copyright Llewellyn Worldwide, 2007. All rights reserved.

Lately my three-year-old son Isaac has been talking about a little boy he calls Jugger. He says the boy comes to visit him at night when he's sleeping. Isaac says Jugger always wants him to come and play, but Isaac tells him he can't because he's sleeping. Yesterday I was putting Isaac's shoes on him when suddenly he said, I can't, Boy! I asked him who he was talking to, and he said, That boy who just ran outside. He wants me to play with him, but I told him we're going to a different park. It's kind of scary. I'm wondering if this is a spirit guide for Isaac, or just a spirit who likes him. Do you think it's anything to be alarmed about? I don't discourage or alarm Isaac - I simply ask questions about what he's experiencing. I just want to make sure he's safe, and I'm hoping you can ease my worries. Thanks so much! Isaac's date of birth is 2/11/04.

- Karen

Dreamchaser:

You can rest assured that your son is safe; Jugger is not a threat to him in any way. Isaac can see all kinds of beings from the Otherworld, and Jugger is just a spirit who has befriended him. They like to play together. Jugger is also protective of Isaac, and would probably tell him not do things that could hurt him.

I know first hand how strange it feels to have a child who can see beings that you can't see. I have often written about my son's imaginary friend named Joseph. My son is now sixteen years old, and sometimes he still sees Joseph. Further, he always FEELS his presence.

To get more information from your son, you might try playing games with him. For example, I would hand my son a piece of paper and some crayons and ask him to draw what he saw, and he would draw the same figure over and over. It was a man in a long brown robe-like garment with lots of colors around his head and upper body.

I would also point to myself and then to him and say, I see me and I see you. Who do you see? He would point to me and to him and also to other beings that I couldn't see.

Please be aware that your son can't choose what he sees and what he doesn't see at this time. At some point, he will probably see beings that scare him, but that doesn't mean they are out to harm him in any way. Don't let this confuse you. Not all spiritual beings are pretty ñ in fact, some do look really scary. Sometimes ugly but benevolent beings might scare your boy, and beings that are not from The Light may also come near him to check him out.

When this happens, his guardians will protect him. If he should talk to you about his fears, just remind him that he is very special, that he is always protected, and NOTHING from the Otherworld can physically hurt him.

I used to have this little song I wrote about chasing away the bad guys and how nothing bad could come into in my son's room. I would spin in circles like I was shooting magical protection out of my fingertips. It seemed to work for him. If you're creative, you'll find what works for you and Isaac.

The most important thing you can do for your son is what you have already been doing: You need to treat him like he's a normal child. You need to always believe what he says, no matter how crazy it sounds. He needs to know that throughout his life, he can come to you with whatever he needs to talk about.

Sometimes you are going to be the only person he can confide in, and since he is so incredibly psychically gifted, he is definitely going to need a good confidante. Continue to treat this sort of thing as normal.

I wish you both wonder-full interactions with ALL beings.

*****

Astrea:

It's wonderful that you can allow your son to explore his psychic abilities at this early age. That takes a good deal of courage and faith on a mama's part. Of course, you did this too as a little girl - he gets his ability from you.

I went through the same doubts and worries with my own son, but he grew up to be able to use a knife and fork like everyone else, and can communicate with living people as well as those who have crossed over.

Lots of good things come from being psychically aware, so it's great you're not discouraging him. It's an advantage he'll have all his life if you can keep the faith and an open mind. Being able to see Beyond the Veil is a skill that comes in handy for me every day.

One of the reasons I'm sure your boy is in no danger is because the children who come to him are young like he is. It's difficult for children who die at an early age to accept that they're no longer here with their loving families, so they often latch on to living children who are close to them in age.

It's easy for these spirits to be with him because he treats them like he would anyone else. It makes them happy in the time they have before they move on to Heaven. Your family triggers good feelings and reminds these children of their own loving families.

Since your son is so open to everything, he accepts Jugger to be just as real as the little boy living down the street. He can't tell the difference, and at this point, he doesn't really need to. When I was little, sometimes there were so many young spirits around that I felt like I was in some kind of psychic orphanage.

There is no reason for you to worry about your kiddo, because the Universe protects small fry from bad entities. If we ever do deal with evil entities, it usually happens during adolescence, when our physical bodies are going through so many intense changes.

Evil Doers sometimes hone in on hormonal imbalances, and they can create neuroses and psychoses that plague some people for the rest of their lives. Of course, most of the time, evil doesn't make a dent in our psyches because we are naturally given over to the Good. As we get older, however, all sorts of things can influence us. Most people just block out ALL psychic awareness instead of trying to make sense of it.

I'm so happy that you're encouraging your son to keep in touch with his natural psychic gifts. Perhaps he'll choose to help those little spirits cross over into the Light, and will be able to keep doing so all his life. It can be a burden and an awesome responsibility for a little kid, but he seems to be handling things so far. Of course, it can be a joy, a pleasure and a blessing too.

Astrea:

Many times in life we hear, "You will always have what you NEED, but not necessarily what you WANT." Your spirit must have needed to experience the feeling of leaving your human body, and the suggestion in the next chapter of Sylvia Brown's book was all it took to get you there.

Even though you hadn't read it yet, your SOUL recognized the title of that chapter as something it had been seeking, and your soul, knowing that you had that reference to read after your experience, got with it and out you went!

While I don't usually recommend her books, Sylvia Brown has a wide reaching and powerful effect on lots of people. A Gemini like you would be able to relate easily to her writing and put it to good use. Synchronicity - you gotta love it!

I like your description of "getting caught." That's exactly what it feels like, isn't it? One minute you're free and hovering above the room, and the next minute, ZAP! back down into your corporeal form you go!

As a little kid, I loved that "feeling of return." With practice, most of the time we can control that event, but sometimes, when our physical ears hear a distracting noise or something else occurs to knock us back into reality, back we go. With practice you will be able to control your return better.

I find it interesting that you were visiting your mother-in-law and not someone in your own genetic family. Evidently, you and your husband got married for reasons that are even deeper than love. His family's interest in "psychic stuff" will nurture your children in such matters and help them to grow into their own abilities.

You'll never have to be concerned that when your daughter visits them, she'll be discouraged from exploring her own psychic life and power. My parents encouraged me to develop my psychic senses in a time when it wasn't nice to even discuss such things in public. Heck, it's STILL not considered a great topic at the dinner table in some families!

Your kids will get to talk about it ALL and ask questions and read and study. This is going to give them such an edge in life! Talk with your husband about how you want to present this to your kiddos, so that you are united in your approach and ready to tell them their experiences are all natural and okay.

A word or two of warning: Geminis often have difficulty staying grounded in REAL LIFE. Don't get so strung out on your ASTRAL life that you neglect what you're doing here on Earth.

You are at the beginning of a long journey to learn where your power really lies. Try to be patient with this process and take your time.