For a long time, it seemed to me I was accompanied on my quest by other  “searchers” as companions, people still believing direction was to be found around the next corner. For years, the only persons I discovered who had claimed they had discovered their purpose, were those who provided a service of facilitating others to find their purpose for some kind of fee.  Occasionally I took advantage of such service, but the advice I received was akin to my own vague intuition. I never seemed to end up with answers I did not previously possess. Many times I found this quest frustrating, and wished I could abandon such thoughts and live an ordinary life.

Eventually I came to wonder if the reason I rarely met anyone who felt they had discovered their own unique spiritual purpose was because once it was discovered, such a person would be busy, unavailable, elsewhere.  

One reason this website was originally established was to provide a forum for the seekers and “finders” to interact and share the process by which the “seeker” eventually became the “finder.” My theory was that if seekers and finders could share within a group forum, the group could identify obstructions as well as experiences which ignited the process through various stages. Then, we could post and share our theory to assist others. Thus, by helping ourselves along the way, we would also assist others.

                             ABOUT MARSHA’S QUEST

For me, the Quest was more than just finding some occupation that made me feel “happy.” I had this experience in a previous chapter of my life, where I worked at a variety of careers that included what I would describe as the job(s) of my dreams. I was very fortunate.

The Quest, was more. It was some mission, or identifiable task --Divinely guided-- by which I could make a positive contribution to the world in my neighborhood. I did not think of God as God, because that felt limiting to me, I thought of God as “The Universe” everything in it, and the power that sustains it, because I did not know what that was. The object of my Quest was illusive, and I often wondered if my pursuit was a thinking error, or programming error, left over from the days I followed organized religion.  I felt as if I were a vinyl record with a skip in it. For me, the Quest was unsolvable, yet I had to live my life. Finally one day, I just quit the search with these thoughts:   

I had expected a specific answer, a task. I abandoned quiet sitting and listening for an answer from the Universe. I decided to obtain additional training in the subjects that interested me, with the hope that when my “telegram” from the Universe came, I would not be sent to Calcutta to assist Mother Theresa, but be given a more palatable task. (Although I was willing to go to Calcutta that if the message was clearly of Divine origin).

I decided to get further training in massage and hypnosis work. I hoped God might send me off to use some of these skills, rather than performance of some unskilled labor or janitorial work. I concluded I was quite deaf to the voice of God. Therefore, I informed the Universe that I was going to do the work put directly in front of me, whatever it was, and if there was a task that was Divinely given for me to do, I asked  it to be put directly in front of me in case I was blind too.

The very next job I was given after a period without work was on a remodeling job sanding and painting walls. Then I was retained for other more trusted tasks and as I learned the business, I progressed to more trusted jobs within the company.  

Three years passed. I began to believe that I was in error in expecting a direct personalized message from the Universe informing me of a Divinely given task.  Instead, I learned to take an intuitive approach by reading the underlying energy of events in my life. I learned to sift through superficial events and interpret the underlying energetic patterns as a method of the guidance I sought from the Universe.

One day a new type of office work was entrusted to me. I did the best I could with it. I notice I felt an unusual boost of internal warmth, motivation, and energy in my physical body as I performed these tasks. After a time, compeditors and others who had every reason not to compliment me, unexpectedly came to me and said “You are so good at this work. You were meant for it.” I decided to believe them and take the risk of acting upon those words. I chose a new, specific direction which I had not had the courage to take before and I embarked.