I am from New England and I went to a conference in California. One of the presenters was Bob Proctor, author of You Were Born Rich and one of the teachers who appeared in the blockbuster movie, The Secret. I have to admit I believed Bob was overly forceful in presenting his ideas on how to create a better life. When it was time to go home I was okay with leaving him behind.
I got on the longest leg of my plane trip home and I prayed that no one would sit next to me because I wanted to go right to sleep. A chatty little eleven-year old girl named Jasmine sat down. I soon found out she was on the way home to Kentucky from visiting her divorced Dad in Hawaii and many details of her trip.
When it was time to go to sleep (we were on the “red-eye” so it was after midnight whatever time zone it was), the girl kept wriggling and bumping me. I felt tired and annoyed, but suddenly I heard Bob saying, “Negative attitudes will only bring negative results” so I decided to try to keep open to the “possibilities.”
As it became the wee hours of the morning the girl finally began to nod off. Her head would rest on my shoulder momentarily until she became aware this was happening and she would stop herself … until … eventually … her head dropped on my shoulder again. It became comical and then sweet to me. I began to realize I really wanted to tell her it was okay to rest her head on my shoulder, but something held me back. It was fear. I was afraid to invite her because she wasn’t my little girl. It took me about fifteen minutes, but finally I spoke out the little voice I was hearing in my heart.
“Honey, it’s okay if you want to lay your head on my shoulder,” I said. And so she did.
What then washed over my mind and my heart became a delicious, experience with the two of us, as if she were my very own daughter, spending a joy-filled afternoon together. I let go completely and in my inner silence happiness poured out. The experience and gratitude for it became one and the same, and propelled each other into full-blown love. What was happening was no longer just a “possibility.” As if the plane had flown into some other dimension, I became totally connected to the joy of motherhood, to the love of this little girl, and at the same time to the All That Is. It was as though I was a fountain. I have no idea how long it lasted.
I became aware it was complete. I gently came back to the present and I noticed I was freed from a poignant sadness and longing I had often felt for the child I had never had. I was humbled. What a gift I had allowed myself just by letting this child rest her head on my shoulder. I drifted off to sleep, content. But little did I know I hadn’t received all there was in store for me yet.
In time, the cabin lights flickered on as the flight was nearly over and we awakened. The girl stretched silently and reached into her bag pulled out a handful of shell lays she had gotten on her vacation. She turned to me and asked, “Would you like one?” Well, yes, I wanted one, but what I said was, “No—you save it and give it to one of your friends.”
But she looked at me again and said firmly, “No! … Would you like one of these?!”
And who should suddenly pop into my head again? Bob Proctor! The words he said were, “When someone offers you prosperity, don’t turn it down!”
SO, in an instant I gladly accepted Jasmine’s gift. She beamed. In that moment I came to know she had felt the love I had given. It wasn’t just inside my own head. She could feel the love. And her natural response to it was to give.
Later, when we got off the plane Jasmine’s grandmother and great-grandmother were there to greet her. They noticed the lay on me, and were obviously pleased with Jasmine’s generosity.
And as though time stopped again, I realized how many times have I robbed myself of such gifts? And not only that, how many times have I denied others the joy of giving me their heartfelt gifts by refusing to receive? I realized the joy, the love, the very vibration of the gift I had given this girl and she me, had moved out to generations symbolically by witnessing her grandmothers’ reactions. Had their nurturing generated her generosity? Giving and receiving were united in an ever-flowing never-ending extending of sharing. Without me stopping it the gift had had no beginning I could perceive, and no end in sight. Even now you who are reading this are a part of the gift, the giving, the receiving. Can you feeeel it? We just have no idea how far it can go. And who can you affect, known, and even unknown to you, by giving off even the tiniest bit of what you are now experiencing through your very vibration? How I want to remember this!
The jasmine blossom opens to give its gifts—the beauty of its flower, the release of its sweet perfume into the atmosphere—to share its essence with those who pollinate it and the world. It is also remarkable to me that I could translate the name Jasmine to “I, as mine.” Once I allowed myself to experience this beautiful girl “as mine” I opened to receive riches beyond what I could believe. It all started for me by being open to changing my mind, and being willing to receive what was sitting right next to me.
I like to think of the lay as a physical manifestation of the principles Bob is teaching. It’s notable that shell necklaces have traditionally represented exchanges of welcome and love—and at one time they were even used as money. A material gift can be a tender token of experience, but is not the end in and of itself. Affluence is fluid. I gave away the lay Jasmine gave me and just received even more in return. This is true prosperity.
Thank you, Bob, and thank you “my girl” Jasmine for being so insistent in your giving of your gifts to help me “get” it! And thank you Divine Caroline for being open to receive to pass the gift along. Who knows what will happen next!