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how to find your life’s purpose

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Finally, once and for all, I am going to tell you what the purpose of your life is. In some way I feel uniquely qualified. Not because I am old. Not because I am psychic, although I am. And not because I am a tarot card reader, although I practice that also. If you’ve been here long, you know I have been reading the tarot since given a deck in high school…so, going on 60 years. If they’ve taught me anything, it’s how to listen.

Tarot card readers, and psychics, by the way, are simply unqualified counselors. I used to shy away from the younger ones for this reason, wondering how much life experience they could bring to the conversation. I don’t do that anymore. Young people, if paying attention, are sometimes less influenced by the world around them and more present. Young people like Rob Bell, Kyle Cease, Steven Bright, just to name a few readily available to you on social media.

When you make yourself available to new acquaintances under any guise of offering wisdom (as if…) you will find that many people come searching to know their purpose. And so I have been a curious student of this question for decades. And I actually do think i might have some wisdom to offer.

I can absolutely tell you your purpose, but first I must tell you what it is not. Then I will reveal what it is. And then, thirdly, I need to tell you something you need to know that is even more important than your purpose. There is one more important thing.

Firstly, your purpose is not a job. You think you know that. But when you start seeking to know why you are here, you will undoubtedly try to condense your life’s purpose into actionable knowledge – into something to do. It’s the human way, and hence the third point of this soliloquy. So it is important to know the difference between purpose and right livelihood.

Right livelihood is a purposeful way to work, to earn a living, to support yourself. It’s right because it fits you. Like a glove. But there is not one glove for every purpose. You don’t shovel snow in the same gloves you garden in. And so there is never A singular right livelihood for each of us, or for all the stages of life. Right livelihood changes and grows with you.

There are things you love to do and are naturally adept at. Those are passions, and talents. Some are genetic. Some are environmental. All are interesting and fulfilling, even if they do require study and practice. Often those will lead you to right livelihood, to a vocation that is satisfying and contributing. But these are not your purpose.

You – yes, you are a spy. You are a spy for God. For consciousness. If you were born human your purpose is to observe life on the planet earth and report your findings. Specifically to the Akashic Record Department, but simply say to consciousness. Feel free to share generously what you observe. We will all take what we can use. Your purpose is to live in service to the life on the planet, to the living planet itself. So that we may all continue to evolve life here. And developing your skills of observation takes tremendous practice. It will consume your entire life. And it will not come easy.

Here is the third – and most important – thing you need to know: you have been sold a bill of goods about purpose. It’s a cult. You were groomed and inducted before you knew what was going on. You were subconsciously and intentionally indoctrinated into a cultural belief system that convinced you that you had better not miss your purpose. You better find that purpose or you might waste your life. Nothing could be further from the truth. Quite literally, that program was designed to keep you from the truth. It was designed to keep you in slavery. To hustle to survive. You make other people a lot of money that way.

As Gloria Steinem so wisely said, “The truth will set you free. But first it will piss you off.” She understood the assignment.

So…how, exactly do we train to be a spy for God? We pay attention. And we don’t really have much precedence for that, so we must first train ourselves to withdraw our attention from distraction. That means developing a constant daily routine of saying yes and no as consciously as we can. Our days are packed full of choices and decisions. We learn to say no to some, yes to others. We eventually learn to pay attention to our gut instincts. To our intuition. Intuition: the voice of God inside of us. We have to learn to pay attention to our bodies, our internal barometer.

I can use my recent bear encounter as a metaphor. “They” say never to run from a bear. You will not outrun it. You are instructed to stand tall, arms stretched upward and make noise. If it’s a black bear, anyway. I did not do this. I bolted. Of course, I was only several feet from my front door (up a flight of stairs). I did not think. What is thought?! I had no thoughts. I was all reaction. I took those stairs two at a time. I was in the house behind a dead-bolted steel door before it occurred to me that A) I might want to react differently, and B) I took those stairs two at a time! I normally drag my painful creaking knee up one stair at a time ever-so slowly, moaning the entire climb. Would I react differently on a trail through the woods with nowhere to hide? M a y b e…

Another “they” says it is good practice to allow for a little space in your thoughts before reacting. You know…learn to respond rather than react. Maybe next lifetime. Maybe if I’m face to face with a bully. Nah – who am I kidding?! Haaahhahahaaa……

Gloria!

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“If we are lucky not to be displaced by war or poverty, the places we live are like bird’s nests.” – Gloria Steinem

I have long since lost count of how many times I have moved. Here’s a confession few know about me: I have been married four times. Three husbands, four marriages. All four ended in divorce. My first husband was a high school boyfriend. My parents had agreed to send me to boarding school after I threatened to run away – and I did so one summer. I managed to hide out for a couple of weeks in friend’s basements before a friend’s mother agreed to intervene on my behalf. By the age of 15 I couldn’t live at home any longer. I instinctively knew the situation was abusive, although it would be decades before I even began to unravel that situation.

I was 18 the first time I got married, and it only took a few months to figure out that my husband had a drug problem, and a few more months to realize there was nothing I could do about it. So I went “back home” to my parents, but only for a few awful days before finding a girlfriend I could rent a room from. And I never looked back, although I did go back again and again to pack up my younger siblings one by one and move them out. Not soon enough, of course, as the damage was done. Scrambling for survival myself, a safe place to sleep was all I had to offer.

By the third time I got married in my forties, I was no longer enduring physical or sexual abuse. That marriage would also prove intolerable, and not once, but twice. To this day we are still friends, and to this day he yet fails to comprehend any responsibility in it’s failing. As he so often said, we didn’t have a problem. I had a problem. As it happened, he was right, and my problem had a name.

The first fifty years of childhood are the hardest. I survived them by being scrappy. For the first 3 decades of living on my own I was able to find decent work, and when an emergency or large expense threatened my housing and independence, I would supplement my meager income by selling off family heirlooms, primarily beautiful antique furniture. I wish I could have kept it. Only a few small momentos still exist.

But this way of life (which I am only grateful for) leaves it’s scars. One of mine seems to be a deep, simmering grief for the home – THE home – that I have never known. It is truly all I’ve ever wanted for. A home of my own. Safe. Clean. Beautiful. A nest. Perhaps that is why I have always been fascinated by bird nests?!

In October of 1990, House and Garden magazine published an article by Gloria Steinem about her newly decorated NYC apartment, ‘Ms. Steinem on the Home Front.’ I still have that magazine. Somehow weird items have survived all the relocations…but in truth, this article made my heart sing. It has continued to inspire me all these years.

This morning, the 12th of December, 2024, I opened my YouTube feed and found this story. Gloria Steinem talking about her home of 58 years. I am watching through tears. If I had no other inspiration at all, Gloria would be enough.