Overcoming Injustice

There have been innumerable occasions in my life when the people that I trusted the most not only betrayed me but worked to destroy my reputation.  The injustice of being betrayed by those whom I had opened my heart and home to, cut through me like a hot knife in butter.  I gathered into myself all those feelings of righteous rage at the seeming wrongs done to me, and kept them locked away in a mental box called "Injustice", to be opened and shared with any unfortunate individual who innocently brought up the topic.   

Looking back now, I can see how my feelings of betrayal and injustice began early on after my first divorce.  After scrimping and saving so that he could get his Master's Degree in Engineering, he had moved on to a new relationship and a Doctorate in Engineering and was now living an abundant, happy life with his beautiful wife and children.  

My second husband was a repeat of my first marriage.  I met him while attending the Defense Language Institute in Monterey, California.  I worked hard to give him a good home, and a daughter, while he began cheating on me beginning with the third year of our marriage. Health issues forced him out of the military.  While he attended college to get his degree, I worked long hours to pay the rent, food, and care for my daughter. We eventually moved to Oregon where he got a good paying job working with the Port Authority as a Russian Linguist for ships coming into Port.  We were barely making ends meet even though we were both receiving good pay.  It wasn't until after my divorce, and when I was living on my own, paying for rent, food, and utilities that I realized that he had been banking most of his paycheck while living totally off of mine.  He eventually went on to marry an heiress.

I was in a rage telling anyone who would listen, about how bad men were, and how each of my husband's had taken full advantage of me.  During that time I went through intense painful gallbladder issues until finally having to have it removed; next being involved in an elevator accident that blew up while I was on it; four days later having an appendicitis attack and having it removed; then being involved in a car accident in which I was hit from behind and suffered a major whiplash injury that destroyed my ability to multi-task; later winning my court case in that matter but the attorney receiving more than I did; and losing a job I loved where a person I trusted did some pretty dispicable things behind my back.  What was amazing was that I could not see the correlation between what was happening to me and my thoughts of accepted injustice.

In 2007, I was involved in an accident in which I was walking across a cleared parking lot and slipped on what I thought was just damp ground realizing too late that it was black ice.  I don't know how long I was unconscious only coming to some time later while holding my shattered kneecap in my hands.  Why had God done this thing to me?  I believed I had worked really hard to change my unforgiving attitudes, and yet, here I was lying in what was now mud and water swilling around me, and not one person had come to my aid.  I told God that He had better come up with some damn good reason for my now lying here and I wanted a sign here and now that all this suffering was not for nothing.  Within minutes, a man heard me groaning and he and his son (?) pulled me gently out of what was now swirling water and mud and held me in his arms, keeping me warm, until paramedics arrived.  While I was lifted into the ambulance, the paramedic asked the man who was holding me what his name was and he replied "D. Lord".  Incredulous, the paramedic asked him to repeat his name. "My name is Dana Lord." As much pain as I was in, I chuckled. D. Lord.  As in "the" Lord.  I was held in the arms of "the" Lord.  As the younger man who was holding my feet  jumped up, his jacket opened up and on his sweatshirt were written in blue lettering "Blue Devils".  I got it.  Here I was being held in the arms of the Lord, while at my feet, was the Devil.  The Universe definitely had a sense of humor.  There had to be some greater purpose being played out from all of this horrible scenario, but what was it?

In the hospital, I remembered sitting on my staircase, whining to God asking for some time for myself alone. I was fatigued.  I had no help in my disabled husband's caregiving; I am the founder and Pastor of a Spiritualist church. My spiritual work is mediumship, and I was involved in a children's home as a volunteer.  I was giving my time to everyone else but me.  I had no time to do what I most loved--to paint.

Be careful for what you ask for.  Although I had done nothing untoward in causing my accident, my negative thinking had magnetically placed me in a position in which my strongest thought's and beliefs could be activated--those being of injustice.

As a student of the mind, I knew that I could not be wronged, cheated, or taken advantage of by anyone but my own thoughts.  I knew this from reading the Catherine Ponder books, the Napoleon Hill books, and the Norman Vincent Peale books, and yet, I had failed to take notice that the seeming injustices in my life were not meant to be endured like a sheep, but to be seen in its true light, that my beliefs in an unseen justice had taken place.

I now had a choice.  Instead of brooding about the matter, I could take full responsibility for my own thinking for all the injustices that had seemingly occurred throughout my life.  I could whine about it, roll over and play dead.  Or I could begin by clearing it up by decreeing (through affirmations) so that the divine law of love and justice would do its perfect work for me and through me: In this position, I would now be readily able to see hidden justice revealed. 

And reveal it, it did.  And this is why I am writing this story, to help you to see beyond your suffering.

James Allen, in his book titled As a Man Thinketh (published by DeVorss & Co., Marina del Rey, CA 90294) wrote:  "Suffering is always the effect of wrong thought in some direction. It is an indication that the individual is out of harmony with himself...A man only begins to be a man when he ceases to whine and revile and commences to search for the hidden justice which regulates his life.  As a man adapts himself to that hidden justice, he ceases to accuse others as the cause of his condition, and builds himself up in strong and noble thoughts.  he ceases to kick against circumstances, but begins to use them as aids to his more rapid progress."

See your part in any injustice.  Recognize that the hidden Law of Justice is at work in your thoughts.  Stop talking about it.  Through your affirmations (this is reprogramming those negative thoughts) that only the perfect outworking of any situation is now taking place.  God's good is at work regardless of how it seems.  Call in the Divine Law of Love and Justice to do the perfect work in the situation. Sit back and watch it happen! 

Be at peace.  Namaste