Instant Karma: Add hot water and Stir
February 4, 2008 by sagefever
You all have heard of Karma.” Karma literally means “deed” or “act” and more broadly names the universal principle of cause and effect, action and reaction
that governs all life. Karma is not fate, for man acts with free will creating his own destiny. According to the Vedas, if we sow goodness, we will reap goodness; if we sow evil, we will reap evil. Karma refers to the totality of our actions and their concomitant reactions in this and previous lives, all of which determines our future. The conquest of karma lies in intelligent action and dispassionate response. At the least, you have heard of “what goes around comes around”. Well maybe you have caught Earl on NBC.A recent blog brought back my memory of my first few weeks back in my hometown.
Funny story~ being spit on. I move back home, having been living on the west coast, been in my Central Valley hometown for about 4 weeks or so. I am walking to downtown when two gentlemen, in a pea green gas-guzzler, pull over ask if I would like a ride. I politely say no thank you and keep walking. They circle back and say “come on, get in” and I decide my best option is to ignore them, surly they will stop ~I ain’t that good looking. Sure ‘nuff there they are thinking the third time is the charm. They kept circling as if I was a tuna and they were the sharks. They pull over, open the door and before they get a word out, I say “No way!!! But the High School is that way, go find someone your own age! “Okay I was rude, but then they suggested I’d never marry, like an idiot I said, “If you two are my choices, get me to the nunnery.” Time slows down; it feels like you are watching a movie, not your real life. Spittle flies straight into my eyes, drips down all over my face, they speed off in a puff of smog. Now just do not make me mad, I can take a lot but…. I note the license plate number with a coldness I hope to never feel again.
I turn around, walk home and after a long involved discussion with the police, they agree to look for these bozos and ask them politely to not spit on women. The officers show up at my door and want to know what “outcome” I expect…well to scare them real good. Did I realize I have to stay by my phone waiting to ID them if they were found? Gladly. Not real sure of me, they left to patrol the neighborhood and within 30 minutes or so, the phone rings, a patrol car is picking me up to identify these guys. Okay, but I am wondering why, I just wanted them “talked to”. They had pulled them over at a local high school; there they were on their knees, handcuffed. As one officer discussed the projectile spittle, the other “ran” their names. One small problem; they had warrants, one a felony. I felt bad, but too bad. Hot water and stir. Instant karma.
Short and sweet this week, but remember kids! ~ The morale of this tale is we all pay a cost for our lives. Look to your bank account.
Peace as always and in all ways~Dana
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Man, I have a few tales very similar, too.
My favorite is my high school boyfriend got his first car and he loved that car so much that no one was allowed to touch it and he made me take my shoes off before getting in it! One day, we were at a football game and it was pouring down rain and I was wearing purple and gold streamers and the color was bleeding all over me. He made me stand outside in the rain (no coat, no umbrella) while he went to find a garbage bag to cover the seat.
I didn’t break up with him at that point (but, it was the beginning of the end our a very long relationship, in high school terms, 1 1/2 years) but, I remember telling him that something bad was going to happen to his car because he treated it better than he treated me. Then, about a week later, on a rainy day, on his way to pick me up for a date, he wrapped that car around a light pole!
Thank goodness he was not hurt and triple thank goodness I was not in the car at the time or else I would not be here to tell the tale. But, I remember he was on the phone with me crying about wrecking his car and I was being the understanding girlfriend, “at least you’re ok, blah blah blah” and then he says, “go ahead, say it?”
“Say what?” I ask innocently. He repeats himself and adds, “I know you want to tell me off?”
I replied that I wasn’t that type of person and that I was just glad that he came out in one piece. But, after I got off the phone, I couldn’t help but kind of snicker out loud and go “I told you so”.
I broke up with him a couple of weeks later.
My major rule of thumb in life is “always stay on Karma’s good side…”
Thanks Dizzy~ that is a great story!
sage I am so sorry. You reap what you sow! into every life a little sorrow must come. To them it will be great misery! I am going to see what Dizzy had to say now. Some people are so screwed!
jim~ it was many moons ago,and I have had worse happen…but it did point out the sometimes instant karma happens> I hope for some of our “politicians” getting some karma soon!
yo so its like that,……yo lil momma, u want a ride LOL
LOL~pretty much~I should mention this was well before AIDS and I was wearing my sexy out fit~ flannel shirt,jeans,backpack and steel toe work boots,lol..I was grunge before there was grunge
Yes, sometimes s%$t happens. For better or worse, that’s life. It’s true, though, you do reap what you sow. Trust me, I know as well or better than most
But, in the whole reaping department, I try to limit my “damage” to things that only affect me, I don’t seek to hurt others (even if I could easily be justified in doing so). But, there seems to be a special kind of smackdown for those who choose to sow bad against others…sadly, the boat keeps missing you-know-who, but maybe some serious Karmic ju-ju is waiting for him in the coming years. I’m not going to wait around watching, though, I gotta make sure I watch my own step 