A privileged Person

by: Elly de Lezenne Coulander

What a privileged person I am. I am not saying however my life always runs smoothly. Certainly not when I got a phone call from a male staff member of a debt collection agency. According to them I had not paid a certain invoice. After receiving their letter I immediately checked whether I had paid that invoice or not. Even my bank statement showed that the invoice had been paid. It had been paid though to the company that, until recently, took care of the accounts of the organization that had sent me the invoice. I had made an automatic transfer and had chosen the bank account number into which I had been paying an amount on a monthly basis for a number of years already. The debt collection agency however did not care. Figures are figures and the amount was not in the right bank account. I felt it was time to contact the company who sent me the invoice. I got a similar person on the line, a woman this time. Any understanding this time? No way! Figures are figures! Slowly I felt anger well up inside of me. Not because of the extra money it costs me, but purely because of the lack of humanness. Completely left brain behavior. Almost inanimate you might say.

After I had finished the conversation, I happily remembered the chorus of a song by Michael Roads with the following text:

Choosing love redirects your living,

Choosing love with the inner voice

Choosing love creates inner giving

Choosing love it’s the only choice

Instantly I started to sing and my emerging anger melted away like snow in the sun. Instead the thought came to me what a privileged person I am. I don’t have to do that kind of work for a living. That's really something to be thankful for, because it would be very well possible that it would dull my senses as well if I had to answer phone calls daily at an accounting department regarding (alleged) unpaid invoices. 

I really feel a privileged person. I do not have to deal with my clients this way, because I make another choice. I never needed a debt collection agency, because an invoice was not paid. Everyone just pays and if someone can't pay, we make an agreement on that together. That too is a choice, helping people who cannot pay and how glad I am that I can make that choice. If I found out that someone accidentally had made a payment to the wrong bank account number, my response would be: take it easy, everything will be fine. What a privilege that I can live that way.

I feel privileged to be usually surrounded with people who are living from their hearts. I also work with people or I meet people for whom living from love is so obvious. For example Erik Berglund († 2012) with whom I have worked for a number of years. He was a great example to me when it comes to living from the heart. Besides being a healer he was a troubadour and traveled all over the world with his harp. He has opened a lot of hearts playing his harp. Then there is Judith K. Moore with whom I recently hosted a workshop  how to heal our DNA of the distortion that occurred thousands of years ago. This healing is only possible when both hemispheres are co-operating and when we are connected from our heart with the big field of Creation of the Creator. Recently I participated in a workshop given by Martijn van Staveren. In this workshop it became clear that our left (analysing, figures) and right hemisphere (feelings, creativity) have to be in service to the brain in our hearts. This point of view is not new to me. New is the method he has provided to heal ourselves. Such a simple method that so deeply affects, one that we all can use. While being around such people, it is not so difficult to choose love.

The incident with the invoice was a challenge, enabling me to make that choice. I feel privileged that I was tested again.

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