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Purpose and path had eluded her for many years. A chance encounter with an unknown man at the café opened her eyes to a deeper view of life. Many times before, she had been in the right place at the right time, but because she was not open to watching and listening, she may have missed the clear signs of the mentor. This mentor, or teacher, appeared in her earthly realm when she was open and ready to use the offered guidance to search within herself for the answers to her life path. He appeared in her life at crucial times, listening and taking the time to say just a word or sentence. He gave her the tools to help her discover her path and purpose. Now, as she understood the lessons of the mentor, the connection between them grew stronger, and her life journey became apparent. An intriguing book for anyone searching for their path, finding their own mentor, and wondering how to get there.

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Publié par	Outskirts Press
Date de parution	12 septembre 2022
Nombre de lectures	0
EAN13	9781977258458
Langue	English

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The Blue Cotton Pants All Rights Reserved. Copyright © 2022 Grace Jane Peddycoart v3.0
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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Table of Contents
Introduction

Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23

Epilogue
Introduction
Taking the time to discover your path comes in spurts and fits. The discovery of this path is usually not an overnight epiphany. Each soul has a purpose, a true purpose, that allows them to learn the lessons necessary for their soul to progress in this life. For most souls here on the planet now, this journey is about learning from your path and purpose so that the soul contract of your current life is met.
This book outlines the discovery of one person who, although searching for many years, did not see the path right in front of her. Instead, she looked for such a purpose. She attended spiritual classes, seminars and meditation groups. She spent time in practice of all that she learned. Despite that, her purpose seemed elusive. Was she to be a doctor, researcher, baker, homemaker, artist, or work in a corporate position? She just didn’t know.
Finally, one day at a seminar, when the discussion came up, and the group was asked to take a quick meditation and then state their purpose, it happened. The words popped out of her mouth, "Mi purpose es su purpose." Ok, it was a mix of English and Spanish, but it was as clear as the light of a bright day. "My purpose is your purpose." Not in the sense that she had the same path as everyone else; her purpose was to help others find their purpose.
How would she do this? Although it’s both calming and exciting to deeply understand your path, there can be an extended process to make this happen. Some have the innate ability to feel their path deeply within. In contrast, others need to discover their way through trials, wrong turns, and decisions that might make the path longer.
In this story, a mentor appears in her life at crucial times, listening and taking the time to say just a word or sentence. He gives her the tools to help her discover her path and purpose. Many times before, she had been in the right place at the right time, but because she was not open to watching and listening, she may have missed the signals, the clear signs of the mentor. Now, at this point in her life, although initially unsettling, she discovered a mentor had arrived. This mentor, or teacher, appeared in her earthly realm when she was open and ready to use the offered guidance to search within herself for the answers to her life path.
Days passed when she heard nothing, and then one day there was a change in the air. Suddenly, her view of life was transformed, encouraging her to stop and listen. She thought and acted differently than she did before. Of course, nothing was overnight. Gradually changes permeated her being and sent her, as the seeker, to discover more.
With so much turmoil and unrest in the world right now, along with the future unknowns in her life, this mentor appeared at the perfect time. He took the time to see her, to believe in her, showing her how to take the time to just be, which alone was the most significant gift. He encouraged her with small interjections that would change her life. He taught her that listening at a deeper level was one of the most essential skills for her future.
Every step along the process was important, not only for her but for him.
At every point in her life, someone or something appeared to make life click and come together. The pieces of her jigsaw puzzle were always there, but it wasn’t until she sat back, relaxed, and took the time to look at the big picture that the combined pieces of the puzzle became clear. It came unexpectedly from an inner calling. It wasn’t a conscious effort–at first.
This story is one of many similar ones. If we listen deeply enough to the truth, we will hear it. She has found her path.
Watching, now I know. I know.
Chapter 1
During the winds of early March
"Dang!" I blurted out after I stubbed my toe as I hurried through the house, throwing on a sweater and getting ready to rush out the door.
"Today is going to be a crazy one!" I thought about the day ahead. "How was I going to get everything accomplished?" I felt overwhelmed by my appointment list today, and every item felt like a necessity at this point.
A quick meditation in the morning had helped center me for the busy day ahead yet hadn’t completely calmed me. I dashed out the door, grabbing my purse and keys from the entry table on the way. The wind was blustery, throwing the remaining dry winter leaves around me in rustling circles.
I took a few steps towards my car, still worried about the busy day ahead. Then, suddenly, a piece of paper flew up and wrapped around my lower leg. Really? How many more things were going to slow me down today? My day already felt charged and out of sorts. I reached down and pulled the paper off my leg, annoyed. I was going to toss it, but something about it caught my eye.
" GRAND OPENING! Stop by today and enjoy a coffee drink with a freshly baked scone". I stopped in my tracks. The same advertisement had been placed under my windshield wiper a few days earlier. I had discarded it without another thought. Today, though, this sounded like a perfect start to my morning. Is there such a thing as fate? Hmmm. A flyer stuck to my leg? Weird and unbelievable, but this made me smile and commit to slowing my pace this morning. I decided then to take a small piece of time for myself.
Believe it or not, I was still earlier than usual to start my day, and that freshly baked scone was already permeating my thoughts. The new little café sounded perfect today for a latte and a freshly baked delight. Maybe a slower pace would bring a calmness to my morning, and a little treat seemed like the perfect thing!
The new café, decorated with metal antique advertising signs and vintage teapots, was almost empty early this morning. After giving my order, I waited for just a few minutes. When my name was called, I grabbed my latte and walnut scone and turned towards the door when I saw him. He was an older man, sitting by himself at a window table, sipping on a mug of hot black coffee.
Why did he catch my eye? I’m not sure. I can’t describe it logically, although I felt a subtle glow emanating from him. The glow was like a magnet, pulling me over towards him. It wasn’t a physical pull; instead, it was a pull from the heart. An inner voice cajoled and drew me in. Before I knew it, I stood across from him at the small table.
He looked up from his newspaper calmly, apparently not at all bewildered by why this frazzled and harried woman might want to come over and visit with him. I was so close that I could see the fading color of his eyes, with a light blue tinge circling the outside edges of his pupils. He had the look of the wise, one who had been through many journeys and decisions before. His wrinkles caught the light, exposing nuances within the creases. Each one pronounced he had made it through that particular life lesson. He wore each wrinkle proudly.
He gave me a nod of recognition. Could he have been waiting for me to join him? Suddenly, all of my upcoming plans for the day flew out of my mind. I couldn’t concentrate on my future appointments when, at that moment, none of them seemed to matter.
He began with a serene smile, folding and then setting down his newspaper. I’m not sure he was even reading it. I had never seen him around town before; this cafe didn’t appear to be a typical place for him.
His short, scraggly, grayish hair stuck out at different angles as if the wind had swept by, and he chose not to fix anything. What a kind face he had! He cracked a little smile, showing weather-beaten teeth. Straight and small, but worn and used. As they should be for a man of his age.
He smiled and gently motioned with his tousle-haired head to sit. I felt there was no other option.
As I pulled out the chair to sit, a foggy cloud engulfed me, and I was mesmerized, in a trance, as if something else had pulled me in that direction. I felt happy, a bit off-balance, scared, and weirded out all at once.
He sat patiently while I settled into my seat. I had no further concerning thoughts of errands or being later than usual to start the day. This felt so much more important. So, so much more important. My internal excitement level grew, and a slight vibration began whirring inside me. I tried to appear calm. I was shaky and beyond curious. Who was this man?
He looked at me and spoke. "Your time is nearing. You are ready to start now." He said nothing else at that point.
I sat across from him in shoc