Pulled from the Muck
By Melinda Carver…..
When the recession struck the USA four years ago, I was laid off from my administrative assistant job. I would scour job postings daily, send resumes, go on interviews, and network. Hearing the dreaded “too qualified” or “this is for a beginner, you’ll be bored” over and over after interviews was just so soul-crushing. One month turned into three months, I was still jobless. I was never out of work for so long. It was demoralizing, disheartening and scary.
At the fourth month mark of being jobless, I awoke and turned on my computer to begin the daily chore of searching all of the job websites. In my inbox, several e-mails awaited me. Wow, I thought, I received many responses today. Nine new e-mails from companies! I couldn’t wait to read them. The first one was a rejection, followed by eight more rejection letters. Nine rejections – all in one day – was a new record for me. Turning off the computer, I went running back to bed to cry under the covers. It felt like I was stuck in the muck.
Both my Dad, who was staying with me at the time, and Riley my dog, were knocking on my door. My Dad asked me what was wrong. I told him about the nine rejections and stated I was too depressed to talk and just wanted to be left along. Riley was by the bed trying to give me kisses. I was inconsolable and asked them to just let me be.
As I lay there, I wondered what would happen. What if I couldn’t find a new job? What if I lost my house? No apartment would take my big dog Riley. He loved his yard. How would I buy food? I just cried harder. All of a sudden, I felt this poke in my side and a voice that said “Get up, go back to your computer.” Being under the covers still, I thought it was my Dad. “Dad, just leave me alone.” The voice boomed out “Get up. There’s much to do.” I whipped the covers up ready to yell at Dad. I looked around, no Dad in the room. I yelled “Whoever you are, leave me alone” as I crawled back under the covers.
Twice more I was poked on my side and told to get up. I ignored the voice. Finally, an exasperated voice said “I am Archangel Michael, you know many ways to help people and you must get up and write. Your misery is setting you on your path, it’s time to begin.” I laughed and figured I was going crazy from the crying jag. “What path?” I asked. “Prove to me that you are Archangel Michael”.
A warm blue light filled my room just above my bed – I could see it through my covers. A sword held in a hand appeared, followed by a masculine shape. Dozens of thoughts flickered through my brain – the many times I saw him when I was young, the dangerous night he gave me courage when I was out of town in my early 20s. I had not seen Archangel Michael since that night. More symbols, objects and words flew around. I squeezed my eyes shut and said “No, I don’t want to go back to the computer. I just want to lay here.” Archangel Michael prodded me with his sword once again, telling me “It’s time Melinda, get up.”
I flipped up the covers, asking him if I typed what he was prodding me to do, would he leave me alone to go back to bed? He laughed, loud and long. Archangel Michael said “No, I will not be far from you today. Now get up, you already know what you will write.” Huffily, I got up and went back to my office. I started writing about lemons, crystals, colors, herbs and much more. For 30 minutes, I just typed away while Michael looked around. He made comments about my decorating, my snarled hair, and how it was good and right for me to begin on my correct life path to start helping people.
My first workshop, “Clearing the Negativity from Your Life!” was born that morning. Then I began researching expos or fairs to present it at. I began sending e-mails out to show promoters and metaphysical groups to introduce myself with a mini-summary of my workshop. I couldn’t believe what I was doing. That afternoon, I received a phone call from Kelly Bowman who produced shows in Columbus. We spoke for a long time. She put me on her expo’s lecture list that was happening in two weeks. Michael told me it was all in order, that this is what I need to do.
During dinner, Dad asked me what I was working on. When I told him I wrote a workshop and was e-mailing people to present it to, he was shocked and worried. He felt I should concentrate on finding a job. After dinner, I started pulling ingredients and mixing them. I created my Fairy (Brings Joy & Happiness) and Cosmic (Clears Negative Energy) Dusts that night. By the time I went to bed, I had created a workshop, was booked to speak at a metaphysical expo in two weeks, and created two of my products. I was energized, on a roll, and still had Archangel Michael hanging around. Not once did I think about those nine rejection letters.
In that one day, I had experienced the deepest, darkest despair and then turned that into the start of a new, exciting future. Slowly, with Archangel Michael’s prodding, I had pulled myself out of the muck. It was my time of rebirth.
By starting on my path as a professional Psychic Medium, speaking and creating products, I have found a new happiness in my life. This is what I was meant to do now. This is what I have done in most of my past lives. You too can pull yourself out of the muck of deepest despair. Which Archangel will come to prod you? Mine was Archangel Michael. I am forever grateful that he showed up that day.
Melinda Carver is the Official Psychic of the Tarot Guild (USA),has appeared at metaphysical expos, conferences & fairs; and as a guest on various radio shows. She is a Psychic Medium, Universal Light Minister, Tarot Reader & Positive Energy Specialist. Melinda is the host of Positive Perspectives Radio and the creator of Melinda’s Positive Energy Products. She is a member of the Coalition of Visionary Resources. www.psychicmelinda.webs.com