I see and hear it all the time. “Whatever energy you send out. Comes back to you, threefold.”
I used to believe in it. I WANTED to believe in it. But, I have seen and heard of too many, horrible people being showered with attention and extravagances. While tender, giving souls are trampled underfoot. Even my son, who is a loving, kind, critical thinker. Calls bullshit on karma.
It upset me at first. I’ve taught my son to be kind and helpful, when he can. Not because of some future payoff, but because it’s the right thing to do. An atheist friend of mine once said. “If you can help someone. Why wouldn’t you?”
Well, I still believe in the goodness of people. Even after 49 years of bitter, disappointment. Does that make me an idiot? I don’t like to ask for help. I always think that there’s someone more in need and I’m being a selfish, jerk.
With all these crowd funding sites, stories of success, and people I know who have funded vacations and personal projects. I thought I’d suck it up and ask the universe and people, for help.
I’m at the point where my need is stronger than my pride. This isn’t a frivolous request. I live like a monk as it is, but I need a car for my livelihood.
I have promised the universe to share my good fortune, when I have a run of it. It’s been a while, and I like being able to share.