I chose to share this photo, because I know who took it, so I know it is legitimate. (It spooked the person who photographed it, and she refuses to go back in the house.) This house was previously owned by an Amish family. After renovating the kitchen, this picture was taken. Do you notice the angry young Amish girl in the photo?
I've sat here many times, waiting for life to kick the butt of the person who did me wrong, hoping that his suffering would make him understand mine, and I could then stop hurting and feel justified. Life really doesn't happen that way. I mean, you may get "lucky" and live long enough to see somebody get their "just dues", but what does that really solve, except to fuel your anger and thirst for vengeance...meaning, you're still suffering?
Karma is different from the Laws of the Universe, such as, if you pollute your drinking water, you won't have clean water to drink. This is just common sense. Karma has more to do with ongoing emotional "punishment and reward" scenarios between people, that continue from lifetime to lifetime. Karma is chosen.
I often get asked by clients what my views are on karma. Here is what I responded to someone today:
"Karma...I have different views probably than most. I don't think life makes us suffer because we did something bad, or rewards us because we did something good. People may tend to do this, but not God or the Universe or Life or whatever you want to call the creative force. I think we reincarnate over and over. We come back in, choosing to suffer because we did something in a previous life that we feel guilty about. So we choose a life to re-live where we suffer a fate similar to our previous victim. We are "atoning" for our "sins" so to speak. I believe this is why we experience deja vu...a feeling like we've been here before...because we have. We live the same lives over and over until we feel we "get it right" or learn the lesson. We also reincarnate with the same people over and over and switch roles. Lets say you had slaves that you starved and abused. You die, and before incarnating again, you may regret what you did and will choose a life where you are in a similar type of situation - maybe you are homeless starving on the streets and get beaten up. Sometimes you will choose a life that you are the victim of the actual person you enslaved. It isn't until we choose to forgive, that we get released from these unnecessary cycles. Forgiving the other people that did you wrong and forgiving yourself. Usually if someone did something to you, chances are you did something to them at another time, or you feel you deserve to suffer for something you did that you most likely don't remember. (A lot of times a Past Life Regression can help you understand and resolve a lot of these repetitive cycles with specific people.) The hardest ones to forgive are the biggest lessons. It may take many tries, or it may take a lifetime to forgive, but we free ourselves when we do this. By understanding and forgiveness, you release yourself from this cycle of suffering."
Forgiveness is freedom.
Leave it to me to encounter a ghost in the middle of a state park during off-season. Spring Mill State Park is one of the most beautiful places I have ever visited. In the picture, you can see the trail heading out of Donaldson Cave, which meanders along a creek. My sister, her girlfriend and I were walking this trail, on a Monday in mid-May 2015, and the park was pretty much deserted. I was in the lead. I started to smell really strong perfume. The woods were silent, except for water trickling and birds chirping. I came around a corner, half expecting to see a group of tourists, and the woman that was guilty of wearing an awful lot of perfume. To my surprise, there was no one. When I mentioned it to Cathy and Karla, they admitted they were smelling it too.
Cathy said, "You know, that's not perfume. That's musk, like a man's cologne. Definitely musk."
I agreed. Extremely puzzled by where the smell could be coming from (as we were still walking, and it was with us at the same intensity), we stopped and examined our surroundings. There was one flowering tree, and one wildflower on the trail. Neither had a scent. Steep ravines angled up on both sides of us, and we were down in a gully. No one could get to where we were without taking a long and arduous set of steps down the side of the ravine, some ways back.
Ever the skeptic, I said, "Maybe someone dropped a bottle of cologne on the trail."
Cathy reasoned, "Who would be packing cologne in a backpack to go hiking?"
I also wondered, if they spilled cologne on the trail, why we would smell it for such a long distance. It had rained at 3:00 p.m. It was 4:30 p.m. Wouldn't the rain have washed it away?
Out of answers, I suggested, "Well, maybe its a ghost."
We continued on, and immediately around the next corner, there sat a monument to Alexander Wilson, the famous ornithologist, (erected by George Donaldson, who owned and preserved the land in the early 1800s). It looked like a gravestone, and had the year he died 1813 etched into it. There was a small iron fence around the stone. We continued to smell the musk cologne all around the "grave" monument. As soon as we left the area, however, the smell vanished. We continued to hike all of the trails in the park, and never came across the smell a second time. Karla and Cathy retraced the path a few days later, and the smell was gone. (I did see a spirit by the monument, but disregarded it, because it did not look like the picture of Wilson on the plaque at all).
Note: After researching "musk cologne", I found it was something created in the early 1800s, and worn by men during that time. Prior to that, men wore essential oils, such as clove. Hmmm...
Anyone have any other explanations?
Update: I tried to talk to a man by the stream, and it didn't look like the photo of Wilson on the plaque, so I disregarded it. Now, I am wondering if it was not Wilson, but Donaldson I saw, as the man had slightly curly, unruly hair, and was wearing a leather vest. Here is a link to information about the virgin forest Donaldson preserved: http://pwp.franklincollege.edu/AMORRIS/Virtual%20Tour/Virtual%20Tour%20Donaldson%20Woods.html
Here is the only "photo" I could find of Donaldson...and this is the color of the vest I saw, and looks like the spirit that was standing next to the monument!