Our Tribe had a Zoom call yesterday.
The topics were going to be our Movie Posters and “No Opinion” week. The participants had varying degrees of success with both, as is to be expected. And as usual, there was great sharing among the members who were able to attend the call.
The topic drifted to DMP’s and I found myself telling the story of how the Master Key Experience changed my life.
My life changed with the addition of one line to my DMP.
It was in October of 2014. I had been a student of the MKE for about five weeks. I had sent my guide a detailed email about how I felt like such a failure because so much of the class was going right past me. Then I got a phone call on a beautiful fall afternoon. It was a number I didn’t recognize, so I let it go to voicemail. At the time, I had a photography business, so my voicemail greeting named the biz. It was my guide! I called him back right away, and he said he didn’t know I was a photographer – so started the call that changed my life.
It was a beautiful fall day, and I found myself wandering around the yard, shuffling through leaves on the ground as I cried throughout the conversation. After listening a few minutes, he asked me if I realized I was repeating a phrase over and over.
That made me stop cold.
I had said, “people scare me” several times. He said, “Exactly. And how can you stop saying that negative thing to yourself and change that to a positive?” I admit that question was the hammer blow I needed – at precisely the right time. I do NOT believe in coincidence. I believe in divine appointments, and I just had one!
I immediately went in and went to work to figure out how on earth to turn “people scare me” into a positive thought. I paused for just a moment and thought of my future self, and how I wanted her to be. Almost immediately, this phrase popped into my mind:
“I’m excited to meet new people and learn about their lives.”
I added that to my DMP and started reading it over and over. The timing was perfect, because only a few weeks later, my sweet daddy began his four week ordeal which ended with the beginning of his glorious life in heaven with our Lord, Jesus.
Because I had overcome the lie that had been planted in me by a well-meaning therapist years before (she diagnosed “social anxiety disorder”), I was able to confidently navigate through hospitals, doctors, social workers, rehab facilities, hospitals again, finally a hospice house, advocating for my dad during his final journey. Then, miraculously, when our pastor asked during our pre-funeral meeting, if anyone from the family wanted to speak at the funeral, without hesitation, I said, “I do”. I had learned enough in Master Keys by that time, that I knew to tuck that commitment into my subconscious, and not worry about it.
The funeral was four days hence, and I didn’t worry about it. At all. I knew subby was on her job, that I would awake the morning of the funeral, sit down at the computer and the words would come. They did. I don’t think I changed a word that came flowing onto the page, and later that afternoon, I honored my dad with that eulogy standing in front of all those people with no fear, no anxiety, no tears, and nothing but gratitude – for his well-lived life, and for God, who orchestrated all the circumstances to come together for my good, and so that I can be a blessing to others.
I love reading my old blog posts. I like being reminded where I came from. It gives my heart great joy to have a record of the change and growth over the years. Here is a link to one those old posts that helps explain what I’ve been trying to explain:
