Ginna, a friend of thirty years, gave me a gift for India—a green marble shaped like a tear drop the size of a robin’s egg, and running around its curve a slender, white and pale blue line that resembled a brook running up and down hill three times.
Unknowingly, she was giving me a future message, as green marbles would play a mysteriously enchanting role. In spiritual training, I learned I’m part of a group of two hundred souls who go from life time to life time, playing different roles. I’ve wondered if Ginna’s soul and mine are from the same group.
What was unusual about a green marble was, one day in India, a friend told me that if he found a green marble, it meant he was to go to America, as he was undecided. “Hmmmm,” I’d thought. He found a green marble and went. Another year, another marble. Then I began finding green marbles.
Some years the story varied. Like the time he found three green marbles, telling me one was for me, and I didn’t find a marble that year. Or the time I found one with jagged, little, green peaks from being broken. That year, I couldn’t leave America when I’d planned, but had to get a second ticket. Or the year I had a vision of walking in a shallow river where I found a large, green marble for him.
Is there any serious meaning to this? I think not. My guess is the universe is having fun on a smaller scale of the unexpected that comes in life.
My realization is “Our place in creation brings us the serious and the playful of the vast information that is in us and surrounding us as we are part of the All.”