The Power of a Gesture From the Heart
When you give of yourself unexpectedly...the cosmos turns on a dime.
We need more boundaries.
Strong boundaries make children into strong grown-ups. Strong borders make for strong countries. In other words, individual identity and national identity thrive within strict fencing.
Yet the new—and multiplying—message of the new-world-order agenda is quite the opposite:
"Unchecked immigration is about being inclusive."
"Wishy-washy sexual identities give rise to healthier adults."
"Owning nothing (and borrowing everything) makes everybody happy."
For example, I've got nothing against the gay flag (heck, by every metric, I'm gay!), but what I can't stand is seeing that damn flag hanging on every flag pole.
At every school...and every mall...every corporate and government building! Where I live, that flag is everywhere.
Does this make me a self-hating gay? Do I hate progress? No.
But ARTIFICIALLY imposed inclusivity is a beautiful recipe for crap.
But that is not what this piece is about. This is not a treatise on secure borders and tough love.
Although solid boundaries do, in fact, make for strong adults. And taking care of number one is, in fact, the first step towards healthy relations with number two and number three...
There is arguably a much greater power in the universe than single-mindedness.
Some call it selflessness.
For example, this past weekend, despite insisting on having NOTHING to do with a psychic expo event in Toronto, I was there—all weekend!
No, I didn't pay for a psychic booth. Or subject myself to doing random readings for random event-goers at an expo that had failed me last time—and the time before that.
I stood my ground despite repeated invitations.
—Until a friend needed help.
My friend, one of Canada's oldest professional traveling psychics, had a meltdown—which included losing his phone. Nobody could reach him.
Worried, the event organizer called me.
Apparently, my friend had yet to show up at the hotel conference room and hadn't appeared the night before to set up his booth.
My partner and I rushed to Toronto and found my friend at his shop.
He was alive but had hit rock bottom.
Everything had gone wrong, from transportation to unprinted fliers. And without a phone, he was cut off from the world. In all of his years of traveling to events around Canada, he had never just not shown up.
At 80, was it time for him to finally throw in the towel?
This is what he was contemplating.
Long story short, we got him to the expo. We got him to the show and helped set up a minimalist booth.
And guess what!—I ended up "fronting" for him—booking his readings and talking to his potential customers—all weekend!—the very thing I had vowed I would NEVER do (be at that expo).
Had I failed myself?
Had I somehow failed at standing firm in my convictions? Relinquishing my boundaries to play the double role of savior and martyr?
Well, yes—if you listened to the snake pit of bitchy psychics who have known my 80-year-old friend for decades and saw his missing-in-action as obvious attention-grabbing.
But they don't know the fascinating things that happened to me while I was there.
Between fetching "my boss's" water and liaising between him and the event organizers, I actually had several unexpected illuminating encounters.
And no, I did not pay for a psychic reading.
These were just chance encounters that provided me with confirmation about what has lately been on my mind.
But that's not my point—though it is a point. That doing something for someone else can sometimes lead to something for you.
But what this brief article is about is this:
A gesture of the heart can move mountains.
I may have read it somewhere. It is certainly not an original concept.
But I've been noticing it lately.
That a random, unplanned, sudden generosity of the heart can actually spin fate on its very axis.
I'm sure you've felt it.
It's like unconsciously hearing a whisper from an angel on heaven's behalf—that makes you suddenly change course—and give something of yourself to another.
And in such a moment, time itself seems to stop. Reality seems to reset.
By pausing your life, even for a few seconds, to put aside whatever you had already decided was best for you and best for the world—something magical happens.
Real magic!
The mechanical worldview is that we are on a conveyor belt from past to future. And that nothing can occur outside a clockwork of cause and effect. That there is no free will.
But then it happens.
You weren't going to give that down-and-out homeless person a single cent—but suddenly were swept up by a powerful feeling—you turned around—and handed him a dollar—with a heartfelt twinkle in your eyes.
Or that time you were pissed off at a friend for fumbling in their own muck for the umpteenth time—yet unexpectedly found yourself walking towards them, reaching out your hand—with feeling.
It's moments like these, random, heartfelt—even heart-dictated—moments—when pure magic occurs.
I suspect they stand outside of time itself.
When you are unexpectedly called on by your heart to give of yourself to somebody else, especially in an out-of-character sort of way, the entire cosmos feels like it turns on a dime.
There is a power greater than little you at work here. Big you has stepped in and stirred the rules of fate. And for a single moment, the world is now a better place because of it.
Perhaps our world is held together by such magical, minor events.
Perhaps the grand experiment itself would collapse into a million shreds without such magical moments.
It comes from within. And must never be manufactured.
If it becomes a top-down policy, it has lost its sparkle.
Tolerance, inclusion, and generosity are meaningless when institutionalized.
The magic MUST come from the heart.
And maybe—it has the power to change everything.