What is my Spiritual Purpose?
This is a tough question for many of us. Unless we have a calling to be a spiritual teacher, healer, minister, rabbi, or a priest, for example, we may struggle with finding the answer. Living here on the earth plane often feels like our spiritual life and physical life are separate from each other or compartmentalized. Unless where we work is of a spiritual nature, we often don’t think about our soul and how we can fulfill our spiritual purpose doing what we’re doing. We may set aside our one day a week to go to church, temple, or mosque to connect with our God-part. Doing so can offer us momentary food for our souls and help us feel as if we’re fulfilling our obligation. There’s nothing wrong with that. In fact, our one hour per week spending with our God within, can, but doesn’t always help us live our everyday, seemingly unspiritual lives, in a very spiritual and meaningful way.
However, if our “job,” that offers us a way to make a living and create material abundance, is not at all fulfilling, or worse, it runs contrary to the very beliefs, morals, ethics, and spiritual principles we hold dear, that’s a different story. It may cause, at the least, feelings of emptiness or lack of purpose. At most, it may trigger conflict within us as we are forced to turn our backs on what we believe to be right and just, merely for a paycheck. Staying at a job out of fear that we will never make as much money, if we left to do something that really stirs our spirit, can lead to many years of simply existing, and never feeling like we are living our best and most soulful lives.
When I was in the middle of my awful divorce and custody struggle, I turned to spiritual inner work to get me through it. I studied everything and deeply wanted to share what I learned. At that time, I worked at a local restaurant. One night I was talking to a coworker about “all things spiritual.” We were also talking about the fact that I had to find a job that was better suited for being a fulltime single mom if I wanted to win custody. I knew working nights and weekends wouldn’t be ideal.
She listened carefully and then said, “You should be a massage therapist. They’re kb kinda weird and spiritual just like you.”
If you’re wondering, I didn’t take offense to her “weird” comment. I am a bit different, but in a way, I consider my eccentricity to be one of my superpowers. Her words ignited an intense feeling of inner
knowingness, I’d never quite felt before. They planted a seed in the shadowy corners of my mind and began to germinate. I had never even had a massage, but I immediately knew I had to investigate. So, I found a local massage school, made an appointment to tour the school, and if I liked what I saw, to apply for admissions. On the 45-minute drive to the appointment an inner dialog took place between my fearful ego mind and my higher self.
“Why are you even bothering to pursue this,” my negative, lower self demanded. “Massage school is expensive. The legal divorce proceedings have depleted the bank accounts. The house, being in foreclosure, destroyed your credit so you’ll never get financial aid. You need to be realistic and give up, so you won’t be disappointed.”
“Don’t worry about the details. Everything is gonna work out,” countered my higher and more positive self. “You need to trust your intuitive feelings that told you to pursue what lies behind this doorway. Believe in yourself and have confidence that your soul and your team of light are guiding you toward your spiritual path and purpose … the path that God wants for you.
The conversation went on for almost the entire length of the drive. However, in the end my higher-self prevailed. The tour of the school was wonderful, and I qualified for admission. I knew I belonged there without question. The only hurdle was, how in the world was I going to afford it. While speaking with the financial aid office, I learned of a program called VESID, Vocational Educational Services for Individuals with Disabilities. She said my severe, genetic hearing disability might qualify me for assistance, but it was probably a long shot and the VESID program was a long process. I was willing to try anything, so I called and made an appointment.
She was right. During the group meeting I learned it was a lengthy process and would most likely result in being placed in a job that would accommodate my hearing disability, not going back to school. I felt disheartened and determined at the same time. After the group meeting, I met with my counselor who interviewed me. He was a gracious, soft spoken, elderly gentleman He asked me who Drusilla was, what she wanted her life and legacy to be, and why she wanted to go to school for massage therapy.
Without any forethought I began to speak clearly, and passionately. A strange, warm sensation came over me as I spoke. I didn’t think about what to say, the words just came through me, as if from another place. I felt inspired. I spoke my soul’s truth, shared my spiritual dreams, aspirations and passions. The kindly counselor listened attentively without saying a word. When I finished, he spoke.
“So, Drusilla, when does the next session begin for the massage program?”
“Tomorrow,” I said. However, knowing the VESID process took months and believing there was no way I could attend the next session, I continued. “The next session begins in January.
He looked at me, smiled and picked up the phone. “I’m calling the school and giving them a verbal approval over the phone, he announced. You will start tomorrow. I believe in you! I am offering you a 100% grant. Anything you need, books, Tai chi uniforms, massage table, just have them call VESID and it will be paid for.”
Needless to say, I was stunned. I wondered if I had misunderstood what he said. For a moment, I couldn’t speak. Finally, through jubilant tears I simply replied, “I don’t know what to say. Thank you so much! I feel like a miracle just happened.” He smiled and handed me a tissue. He promised he’d look in on my from time to time, and that he thought I was going to be one of VESID’s big success stories. VESID even bought me new hearing aids to help me through my journey.
That was almost 30 years ago, and the beginning of the unfolding of my soul’s path and purpose. Massage therapy turned out to be the perfect vehicle to allow my gifts of spirit to awaken and unfold. My heightened intuition and ability to read people’s energy helped them heal.
The most incredible thing that happened was that as I worked to help others, I was helping myself as well. As I talked to clients, it felt as if spirit was moving through me and giving me the words to say and the wise advice the clients needed to hear. The uncanny thing was that, though it was me speaking, I was listening as well. What came through for my clients was something I needed to hear as well.
The reason for sharing my story with you is two-fold. The first is that we can use our soul’s power and follow our spiritual path no matter what we are doing for a living. Every human encounter is an opportunity to choose love and kindness. If we want to actively do more soul work, we can ask our team of light how that would be possible. Their ability to send us situations and people who need our soul’s light and our genuine compassion is incredible. We may find our days filled with light-filled moments amidst the meetings, paperwork, and deadlines.
The second is, if we really want to transition into a more spiritual practice but don’t know how that could possibly happen, just have faith. I never thought my dream of massage school would come to fruition in the miraculous way it did. Yet, I believe it was meant to be.
Our soul’s main purpose was simply to come to the earth plane with a generous, open heart and a pocket full of love dust to sprinkle everywhere we go throughout our lives. The details around that purpose aren’t nearly as important.