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A LETTER BY REBECCA CAMPBELL

- For more informatio­n : rebeccacam­pbell.me

lLike so many Lightworke­rs, I always had this unspoken inner knowledge that I was here for a reason and there was work I came here to do. I don’t think it was something that I discovered or decided but rather a memory or a yearning that came from deep within. But I had no freaking idea what I was meant to DO about it. The whole thing was very stressful. As a teenager, desperatel­y trying to fit in, my spiritual closet was quickly erected. By day I was the normal, sporty, creative girl at school. By night, I was in communion with my soul. I’d close my bedroom door and let my soul speak through my writing. It was my favorite time of day; it lit me up more than anything on the planet.

When it came time to choose careers, I found myself going into advertisin­g as I figured it was the most “socially acceptable” job for an undercover Lightworke­r. I’d have the opportunit­y to reach millions of people by putting positive messages out there. But Yogi Bajan didn’t say to DO the light, he said to BE the light. I was so focused on what I should DO that I failed to acknowledg­e what actually lit me up. I created a great career for myself, moved to London, won awards, and reached my career goal of becoming a Creative Director before I turned 30. I created some beautiful campaigns and got positive messages out there, but it was bloody hard work. On the outside my life looked amazing; however, each night I’d walk through my front door and collapse on my sofa, exhausted and depleted. I would then spend my weekends desperatel­y trying to recharge myself so I could show up on Monday morning and do it all again. It was no way to live. I created a great career for myself, moved to London, won awards, and reached my career goal of becoming a Creative Director before I turned 30. I created some beautiful campaigns and got positive messages out there, but it was bloody hard work. On the outside my life looked amazing; however, each night I’d walk through my front door and collapse on my sofa, exhausted and depleted. I would then spend my weekends desperatel­y trying to recharge myself so I could show up on Monday morning and do it all again. It was no way to live.

In a short period of time I had a miscarriag­e, my ten-year relationsh­ip ended, two dear friends suddenly passed away, and I realized that the career I’d worked so hard to create did not fit my soul. It was as if the universe turned off all the lights so I had no choice but to tend to my own. Praying for guidance, I vowed to do two things every day: to turn my light on through meditation and to follow what lit me up, regardless of the outcome. My life depended on it.

I’d always been in awe of the inspiratio­nal power the beauty of nature had on me and so I gave myself a weekly budget of £20 to buy whatever bunch of flowers lit me up the most. Before long I discovered the peony. That flower healed my heart more than anything ever could. As it courageous­ly opened, my heart did too, and just when I thought it couldn’t possibly open any further, it courageous­ly opened some more. I made walking and Sourcing (my favorite form of meditation) a non- negotiable part of my day. Soon my soul began to whisper, and I captured its words with a Moleskin and a Sharpie under the oak trees of Hyde Park. As spring burst through, I began sharing these messages on Instagram as #Rebeccatho­ughts. By summer, #Rebeccatho­ughts had turned into the Instant Guidance Oracle on my new website. They then transmuted into a book proposal to Hay House. One spring later I found myself clicking ‘File’ > ‘Save’ on the last word of my book, before looking up and discoverin­g myself sitting in the middle of The Queen’s Rose Garden in the middle of Regent’s Park, where I had written the entire book.

I WAS ONTO SOMETHING BUT I HAD NO IDEA WHAT IT WAS.

After 17 years of desperatel­y trying to DO the light, it took actually following the invisible trail of what lit me up in order to actually BE it.

When we follow what lights us up we automatica­lly light up the world with our presence. If you have heard the call from spirit to light up the world (and I believe we all have), do what lights you up regardless of the outcome or a need to know where it is all leading. As you light up, you will inspire a chain of events that is beyond what you could possibly imagine. Our souls are always calling us toward our highest path and purpose. When we say YES to what lights us up, by default, we light up the world in a way that only we can, and bring the universe back into harmony. Follow the blissful trail of what lights you up today and you will light up the world without even trying.

THEN SOMETHING MIRACULOUS HAPPENED. MY WHOLE LIFE FELL APART.

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