I just passed my 62nd birthday and I frequently wondered why was I having the experience of homelessness. I knew I was waiting for something but didn’t have the faintest clue what it was. I had been reading the 2012 Scenario for about a month, when one day the concept of Ascension exploded in my brain and I had a huge AHA! moment.
I knew that Ascension was what I had been waiting for and then realized I was being ‘groomed’ for the spiritual work that was to come if I was to ascend.
Becoming homeless is a process of events that happened in my life. I’ll share a little now with you and more later, as I’m writing a homeless journal which will be a special journey that I will share with you, the readers, at a later date.
This process began in August 2008 when I separated from a major client that I serviced on a monthly basis which was about 80% of my contract income. I was to remain in my home until April 30th, 2009 at which time I was evicted.
I want to tell you about the fear that I lived with during those months from August 2008 until end of April 2009. I call it SURVIVAL FEAR. I was left with $800/mo income and that was it. No unemployment benefits because of being self-employed.
What will I do? Where will I go? Will I have to sleep under a bridge? Where will my son go who was living with me at the time?
What I was facing was unimaginable, I couldn’t conceive of it!! I was paralyzed with the most primal survival fear, fear so primal that it was deep deep down inside of the most quiet part of my being. I went to sleep with it. I awoke in the middle of the night with it in the pit of my stomach. Was I to wander in the desert for 40 days and 40 nights?
I explored many options that were presented to me during those months by my fellow church members as I waited to be evicted.
The plain truth of the matter is that I was unwilling to be anywhere else other than where I was, in my home. I believe it was a matter of pride AND paralyzing fear. The fear was so all consuming that it severely interrupted my ability to think through the issues at hand.
Fear, pride, embarrassment, shame all played a part in my mental state during those months. I needed to get over myself, but I couldn’t. I needed to be humble but I wasn’t. I needed to take guidance and suggestions, but I wouldn’t. I needed to listen but I was spiritually deaf!
I failed to read the signposts along the way. Everything was not in divine order because I was still trying to run the show as I had when things were ‘normal’. Self-centeredness and pride – woo hoo … what a combination!
Interestingly enough when I finally had to leave and do my first couch-surf, that primal survival fear ramped down by at least 50%. It was actually a relief to move forward even if I didn’t like the direction. That was the first in a series of couch-surfs that I did during those 25 months. I did what I had to do. I visited the food bank when I ran out of food waiting for my EBT card to kick in during many months. I took advantage of social-service organizations to get whatever benefits were available to me.
When I turned 62 the option to take early social security benefits was available to me and I took it. The combination of that and taking on another client enabled me to again become self-supporting through my own contributions.
Why Do I Work for the Hope Chest?
I have experience, strength and hope with homelessness. When I read each request for funds submission, I’m reading my story again and again. The details may be different, but the issues are the same.
This is what Hope Chest work looks like. The identification of lightworkers about to lose hope. The Hope Chest is not designed to meet all of a person’s financial needs, just a small portion. But what the Hope Chest does do is give hope. It helps the person get to the next level and opens doors to further abundance and prosperity.
What does Hope Chest work feel like?
It feels like the prettiest sunny day at the beach, with gentle breezes blowing. It feels like the best moment of the day. When I push that button on the Paypal screen to send a lightworker funds I feel great joy and excitement.
I am passionate about helping people more forward to their hope and joy. And a lightworker sends back an email to thank us, then the circle feels complete. The circle of you the readers, the lightworkers in need, and the Hope Chest team.
What is the guidance of the Hope Chest work?
This is the Divine Mother’s Hope Chest. Guidance comes from readings with Archangel Michael and the other celestials. But most of all I believe this work develops the intuition in all who have served in the Hope Chest, and on the Hope Chest Board of Directors.
I was talking with a colleague the other day who mentioned that he had an idea come to mind but that he didn’t feel was his original thought. I believe the angelics and celestials put ideas in the etheric realms and when we are quiet, in meditation, day dreaming or nighttime dreaming we download them into our consciousness and move forward in a new way.
That certainly has happened with the Hope Chest over the last almost three years. My intuition has developed from reading request-for-funds submissions to sitting with what I read to get a sense of who this person is. Are they authentic? How much to send them?
After all, I don’t know any of these lightworkers when they first show up. And my intuition kicks in when we send them funds and we don’t receive a thank you note from them. I wonder if they are for real or just not being very thoughtful. I asked Archangel Michael in a reading and he characterized it as rudeness.
Realizations from Hope Chest Work
The plain truth about having primal survival fear is that my soul quickened. Yes, that’s right. It was a soul-quickening experience.
I will leave you with this. How could I not work with the Hope Chest, this dance of you the readers, the lightworkers in need and the Hope Chest team with my experience, strength and hope?
We are the front runners, the forerunners, the lightworkers that signed up for this very intense and difficult mission. And one thing we are not is quitters, just like the dandelions that keep popping their little yellow heads up on front lawns everywhere on the planet season after season, even though we cut them down. This is my work. This is my calling for as long as need be.
Thank you for letting me share.
From my heart to yours … I love you.
Karen Wilson
President, The Hope Chest