Karma Hotel Ch. 20 A Divine Conspiracy

Sybilline's offer to Margot to remain at Hoyt House or not is interrupted by Matthew.

                   

Chapter 20

A Divine Conspiracy

"Look up, Margot."
Margot gazed upward, looking for the source of that familiar voice. Next she felt a wash of calmness and wondered where that feeling came from.

A luminous robed figure with blue eyes hovered in front of her, radiating white light. She asked Margot, "Do you still wonder if this is just a lucid dream?"
Whoever this is, it sure seems to be aware of what I've been going through. I could sure use a benevolent guiding spirit tonight. Someone wiser than me.

"It's been more like a nightmare, whoever you are." Then Margot became concerned. She recently witnessed several psychic intrusions from unwanted entities. Be careful, Margot.

"Wait a moment. You've been listening to my thoughts. How can you do that? And who are you anyway?"

"Call me Sibylline." She smiled, "I'm here as your spirit guide. And yes, I can hear your thoughts. You need extra support right now."

Test the spirit somehow, Margot reminded herself. She directly looked at this being. "Are you here for my highest good? Or are you a sleazy entity like I've seen lately?"

"Absolutely for your highest good. And yes, I serve the Light of God."

Geeze. she already knew my next question. "I uh, uh don't know what to say." Margot openly wept. After all the trauma of the past few days she felt simply spent, defeated and lost.

"Feel my energy Margot." Sibylline extended both palms toward her and enhanced her radiance of love and peace. Particles of light reached out and settled on Margot like a gentle rain.

"Let this shower of Light wash away all the trauma you've been through." Sibylline paused while maintaining her stream of energy. "Imagine releasing those memories into a river. Release everything into that river. Just let them go for now. And let the river cleanse you deeply."

Margot soaked up this experience up like a sponge. She was hard put to remember ever feeling so wonderful. A much needed relief.

"How did that feel?," Sibylline asked.

Margot was hovering peacefully with eyes closed as if she was meditating. "Oh, I could use more of that. That was wonderful. And thank you, Sibylline."

"One of my duties is to contact you from time to time. You'll know that's me when you hear, 'look up Margot.'"

"Well if you're my spiritual guide, I've got a lot to tell you."

Sibylline radiated a soft golden glow as she folded her hands and smiled again. "I'm all ears."

"Okay, here goes. I don't remember exactly how I got to Hoyt House on Friday evening. That alone would have been disturbing enough. But, it got worse. I arrived here not knowing that I had died.

"Next, everyone ignores me, all evening. So I wondered if this was just the birthday trick being played on me. But it wasn't. I began to wonder if I was losing my mind.

"It's been a crazy wild journey. Maybe now I really am nothing more than Beny's imaginary friend. At least, I know that I'm not a minion from hell." Margot stared off vacantly. "I'm just another ghost who doesn't know what to do."

"You must be feeling helpless." Sibylline' eyes were full of compassion as she nodded as if to say, we have all the time in the world.

"Then, Matthew shows up and tells me that I'm dead. That smart-ass?. But, he was right. That's why none of my friends will even look me in the eye. No hugs. No smiles." Margot began to weep again.

"And I lost Josh. We were to get married, you know. Not that it should matter now", she said sadly.

"And this house. It always felt a bit creepy here. Now I know why: It's got a number of dp's hanging around. Now I am one of them."

That caught Sibylline's attention. "Dp's?"

"Oh, sorry. That's what Matthew calls dead people. We both use the term."

"How many? What kind of dead people?"
"Um, I know of at least four of them. As to what kind, I'm not sure. I never thought about classifying dead people before." Margot scratched her chin. "One thing I can tell you is: None of them is having a good time."

Sibylline followed with a leading question."Are they troubled in some way?"

"You bet. What a bunch of messed up people. Messed up and troubled, huh, like me."

Sibylline wanted to probe a bit. How much does Margot understand about herself? What does she remember? It was about self awareness. "Do you know what happened that night when your body died?"

Margot felt jolted somehow. A sudden realization - 'when my body died.' Yet here I am, fully conscious and alive. I did not die. My body did. "I saw my wrecked car. It was just horrible!"

"Did you see your dead body?"

"Oh yeah. Then I tried so hard to tell everyone what happened to me. Nothing worked." Margot stopped and threw up her hands with grief. "All my efforts to get through to them only resulted in alienating the only living person who can see me. Seven year old Beny!"

Sibylline felt that jolt of grief. She gazed at Margot inwardly and found what she was looking for: an image of a knife stabbed into her heart.

"You see, at first, Lauren probably told Beny that I was only one of his imaginary friends. I'm not real. That's not so bad. I could deal with that. But now, Beny is afraid of me. And get this: He believes that I'm a minion of the Devil. Can you believe it? Just because I'm dead. How can that be? Beny knows me!

"In fact, he and I played with his markers recently." Margot paused as if to catch breath. "Except that I couldn't grasp them. What in the world is going on?"

"Everything is different for you now after what happened. You're no longer physical, Margot."

Margot just nodded, thoughtfully. "It was so confusing at first. I had no idea that I was, well dead, more or less. And, let me tell you Sibylline, this afterlife is mostly dismal punctuated with moments of insanity."

She was on a roll now. "You wouldn't believe the awful things I've seen lately. Living people preyed upon by creepy dead folks with addictions. I had no idea how common it could be." Margot paused as if to catch her breath. "That the average person can be influenced by entities. And what's worse, they seem to be totally unaware that it's happening!"

"You wish that you could do something about this, how shall we call it, human condition.", Sibylline observed. "And what about all those dead people at the house?"

"That's a good question. Aren't we all supposed to go to the Light place after death?"

"Eventually, yes."

"Then why are they stuck here? And, what do you mean by eventually?"

Sibylline hoped to move Margot's focus beyond her personal current trauma and smiled again. "That's an excellent question. One that deserves an excellent answer. I was hoping that you would latch onto that word, eventually.

Margot nodded. "So, that means each dp or ghost will transition when certain conditions are met? Does this have to do with personal trauma?"

Gesturing with palms up, Sibylline replied, "What a field of study! A collection of ghosts all waiting for something to happen. If you are interested, here's the best clue I can give you: All spirits loiter for a reason."

"Well, umm yeah. Each one is troubled. And they repeat their troubles continually. It's awful to see how stuck they are in personal re-runs."

"And what do you think, Margot. Will they ever be able to translate out of it?"

"Well, if they were my clients we could find a pathway to freedom. Each of us has a personal karmic path. But, what about a dead person?"

"From my point of view, I see little difference. Trauma is karmic by nature. But, for ghosts, their trauma never changes. Lot's of trauma occurred right here at your Hoyt House."
"So, ghosts have their own reasons for, what you call, loitering? The original persons involved are long dead. It must be something about their trauma. Their memories seem to be are stuck here. Is this their karma? Is that what it's really about?"

Margot followed with,"And, that too is an excellent question. Do you have the excellent answer?"

"This is a golden opportunity for you. Those dp's, as you call them, need some sort of interventions from someone in order to be free of their troubles. Then they can move on."

Margot became dubious. "Are you suggesting that I get involved with liberating them from this place? But what about me? As you know, I've lost everything, including Josh. He was my fianc/SPAN>, not that it matters now."

Sibylline wanted to entice her. "Therefore, you have nothing to lose now, except this opportunity to participate with a Divine Conspiracy, if you will."

"Conspiracy? Who are the conspirators?"

"It just looks to me like our spiritual guides and angelic beings have been conspiring all along for the well being of all. Who else could have dreamed up such an arrangement where you could learn and grow as a soul."

Margot just stared off in the distance. This was all too much.

"Think of it as an out of body service to others who are also not in their original bodies."

"Yeah, I know. But, Sibylline, isn't this when I'm supposed to go to the Light?"

"This is a moment of choice for you, Margot."

Choice? I get to chose what happens to me now? It was intriguing.

"It is perfectly all right for you to release to the Light." Sibylline wanted to assure Margot that love and compassion awaits her, regardless of her choice. "Your Escorts will welcome you with open arms and great love. There will be time for life review, re-connecting with loved ones who've already passed. And , of course, meetings with your Soul Teachers."

Another awakening happened. Margot felt stunned by a unique feeling of remembrance upon hearing the words: 'soul teachers'. It was as if Sibylline had somehow awakened Margot's memory about that journey through the realms after physical death. She felt a rise of excitement. My soul teachers! That was followed by a deep longing to sit at their feet. To receive the blessings and wisdom that were surely coming to her.

Respectfully, Sibylline gave Margot some space, yet remained near enough to observe. Meetings with Soul Teachers are sacred moments. But Soul Teachers can be unpredictable.

Margot's inner awareness slowly began to see a pair of feet in sandals. Those feet seemed enormous, the toes were almost waist high. They reminded her of ancient Egyptian statuary with enormous granite feet on display at the British museum. Next, the legs showed, covered by a white robe. A purple sash dangled as the legs began to slowly move.

Those legs radiated a depth of volume, like in a cave. Flashed into her awareness were memories of voices, cries, villages, music, and thundering hooves. That's so familiar. These are my memories! My callings.

Margot felt greedy. I want more! She knelt on her knees in front of those feet, as if in prayer But, instead of being seen and greeted, she watched the feet turn around and slowly walk away.

A moment later, they faded from sight. Feeling deflated, Margot wondered why this happened. They just walked away! Maybe this is not the right time Maybe it's about Divine Will. What if Higher authority is saying to me, 'Not yet'.

"I have a proposition for you, Margot." There was no response from her right away. Apparently she had not returned to common awareness yet. A moment later she was back and gave Sibylline a rather empty gaze.

"Would you be willing to..." Sibylline's question was interrupted by the sense that they were being watched. She looked around the room, searching the eyes. Her attention drifted to the bedroom door that was cracked open just enough for someone to peek through.

Something got Greta's attention, her tail thumping the pile carpeting. But, clearly she was not alarmed. Sibylline caught sight of Matthew hovering just outside the door, gazing at them. She extended her hand, "Margot and I were just getting caught up. Please join us."
She extended out her aura to get a glimpse of the bigger picture. Well, it looks like we are players in a Divine Conspiracy.
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