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3 Ways Driving For Uber & Lyft Can Benefit You Spiritually

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3 Ways Driving For Uber & Lyft Can Benefit You Spiritually

 
First up in the ‘Two Sides To Every Story’ series is a list of 3 ways driving for Uber & Lyft can benefit you spiritually. I have personally been driving for both companies for over three years now. I’ll tell you why and how I began doing so in the upcoming post about the material benefits. The following spiritual benefits have presented themselves repeatedly over the last three years. They form the crux of the amazing spiritual lottery I find myself in every time I turn on the app to drive for Uber or Lyft.
 

#1 – The Right Conversation At The Right Time

 
This one never ceases to amaze me and seems to happen at least twice a week or more. When you open yourself spirituallyinvite God into your life, and operate in complete faith that Gods guidance will see you through everything, opportunities for guidance aboundThis manifests itself when I pick up a passenger who has undoubtedly been sent to me with a message that I needed to hear.
 
The situation is never subtle—always specific. The passenger always initiates the conversation. It seems completely out of the blue and has nothing whatsoever to do with the current situation (ie destination, weather, pick up location, etc). It has everything to do with some abstract spiritual notion I had been meditating upon in the days or weeks leading up to this particular ride. I have had some of the most fantastic and inspirational conversations of my life with total strangers sitting in the back seat of my car! Quantum physics, Kabbalah, and the similarities between the two—I have had that conversation. It’s one example of a conversation that had no place happening on a 30 minute Uber ride—but did!
 

#2 – Opportunites To Help Others Abound

 
I learned one very important universal truth when I opened myself spirituallyhelping others is the key to every good thing in this life. I don’t mean helping when the opportunity presents itself but seeking out—even asking for—occasions upon which I can have a positive effect on someone other than myself.
 
Driving for Uber & Lyft is the perfect vehicle (pun intended) for putting myself in that position as often as possible. 2 things make this so:
 
  1. Driving around for hours on end will have the effect of bringing you into contact with others who need help. Whether it is a passenger in need of an ear to listen or a car with a flat on the side of the road—there is never a shortage of people in need.
  2. My schedule is exactly that—MY schedule. I work when I want, and can turn the app off at any time with no consequence except the potential for missed income. If a passenger needs to talk for a bit after the ride has concluded I can listen. If there is something I can do for them above and beyond the ride itself, I have the freedom to do so. I am not bound by time or location. helping someone on the side of the road is a simple matter of turning the app off and doing the right thing.
 

#3 – Getting Lost To Find Out Where You Are

 
This is the most abstract of the 3 ways that driving for Uber & Lyft can benefit you spiritually. Did you ever have a moment where the only way to keep it all together was to leave and wander the streets of your neighborhood for a bit? Maybe you were arguing with a loved one and the only way to avoid saying something that would change life forever was to walk out the door? Or the ho and hum of the everyday material world was too much and you needed to get in the car and drive?
 
The very nature of driving for Uber & Lyft puts you in that freeing state of not knowing where you will be next the moment you turn on the app. Every time the app beeps your possibilities expand. You have no idea who you are about to pick up, and no clue about where their journey will take you. For some—those bound by the material need to control their situation—this can be stressful. If you are mindful of the fact that the possibilities are endless—and opportunities are what you make of them—every set of rides can be a wondrous spiritual adventure.
 

Conclusion

 
Driving for Uber & Lyft has its downsides to be sure. Every job does. The upsides outweigh the down though—especially if you are considering the spiritual benefits as well as the materialRelax. Seize every opportunity to help, to grow, and to experience the limitless possibilities that present themselves when you put yourself out there.
 
If you are interested in driving for either service please consider clicking the links below. They are my referral links and I get paid (one of the many benefits I will cover in the upcoming post regarding the material benefits of driving for Uber & Lyft) for every driver that signs up through them.

Drive For Uber

Drive For Lyft

Writing For God – From Horror to Hope

Writing For God – From Horror to Hope

Writing For God

I have not written anything of substance in quite some time. Now I begin again with this statement: I am writing for God.

It is a simple declaration with a not-so-simple backstory. The people that know me will, most likely, be confused by it—those who have read anything I have ever written before, even more so. The following essay is intended to explain that decision and the path that led up to it. It is also my attempt to pull it all together in my own mind so that I can move forward, and accomplish what I intend to with this website.

The early years

I have been writing since I was about ten years old. No matter what has been going in my life I always found my way back to writing. It felt like a calling of sorts—like something I couldn’t, and shouldn’t, live without.

What I wrote was always dark. Hell, I don’t even think ‘dark’ covers it. Twisted. Masochistic. Misogynistic. Those are probably better adjectives to describe the stories I was telling. This was all intentional of course. I loved horror and that is what I wrote.

For some reason, it always seemed to me that the best way to find the truth about a person or a situation was to torture it until it screamed its soul out. Fear and destruction were the only lenses through which I could see anything. I could be walking into a church and see a simple—even beautiful—situation that my mind would immediately twist into the most terrible story possible. For example; I was driving down the street one winter day and happened to pass a home with a large picture window out front. I glanced as I drove by and saw a mother and daughter happily decorating their Christmas tree. Instead of appreciating the beauty of the moment my mind immediately asked the question ‘what if the husband/father was being murdered right outside that very window? What if his throat was slit and his blood washed upon the window that framed that perfect scene?’.

Where I was

That is where I was—Living that kind of life, with that kind of internal monologue. In retrospect, I realize that I had subconsciously trained my conscious mind to find the horror in every situation. I am sure there are some people who can handle that. To be honest, it was an empowering feeling to have the type of imagination that could write stories that would make people feel all types of ways—none of them good! Stephen King, Clive Barker—They were my heroes and I wanted to be them.

The Problem

The problem was that I could not. Even though I loved writing those terrible stories there was always a battle going on in my subconscious mind—I felt guilty for putting such negativity into the world. I would have an idea and table it for months. Part of me just wanted it to go away. Another part of me had this insatiable desire to write—no matter what the cost. I tortured and destroyed myself over and over just like the characters and situations in my stories. Eventually—or maybe always—it all started to spill over into my personal life. Depression, anxiety, panic attacks, divorce, custody battles, breakups—every single thing in my life went to shit.

The In-Between

So there I was in my early 40’s—twisted, broken, filled with self-loathing, and self-pity. Sounds like a great time to make a major life decision right?

Instead of clearing the negativity from my mind I doubled down on it! I decided that I was going to self-publish some of my earlier work and start working on a novel that I had been thinking about for years. It was a terrible decision that, in hindsight, produced a miraculous result.

Two things

Two things needed to happen in order for me to move forward. First, I needed to re-read all of my previous work in order to prepare it for publication. Next, I had to sit down and actually outline the novel that had been a mere buzz in the back of my head up until that point. Both of those tasks combined to form the seed of the person that is writing this essay right now. It is so very easy to see it in hindsight, but at the moment there was nothing but darkness.

Editing the past and outlining (what I then considered to be) the future showed me something I never expected to see. There was a spirituality to everything I had written. It was well hidden to be sure—drenched in the blood and excrement of words I had chosen to tell my tales of terror—but it was there. I had always considered myself a ‘spiritual’ person but, for some reason, had never connected that spirituality (and God) with my actual life, or the words I was writing. It sounds ridiculous to say. I suppose the only thing I can chalk it up to is that sometimes the hardest thing to see is that which is right in front of you.

Realization and the wrong tales

What I finally realized was that I was telling the wrong tales. My heart and soul wanted to be writing for God, spirituality, and the connectivity of everything under the sun. My mind—covered in the thick dross of accumulated experience—only wanted to write stories that tortured the characters within.

That day had started out absolutely terrible. It was as if all of the negativity that I had put out into the world was crashing down on my head all at once. I felt beaten—full of self-loathing, self-pity, hopelessness, and completely out of control. It was in that moment that I decided to give up writing horror forever.

Decision & sacrifice

That decision (to give up something I had loved for the majority of my life) was terrifying but was the exact sacrifice needed to bring me back to God and change my life forever. It was my ‘come to Jesus’ moment, and it changed every single aspect of my life in a split second. I wiped the tears from my eyes, took a deep breath, relaxed, and felt at peace for the first time in a very long time. I said the words ‘Please guide me Lord’ out loud, and moved on with my day.

Divine inspiration

Moments later—amidst all the chaos of the surrounding me—I had a sudden desire to read. It seemed inappropriate considering the things I needed to deal with, but my mind would not let me rest until I did. I had started two books on my Kindle already, but neither of them seemed to be the right ones to read at that moment. I logged into Amazon and looked at my ‘suggested reading’ list. I saw a book there that I had glanced at on numerous occasions, but had never purchased. I bought it immediately, and my world changed!

A Book full of breadcrumbs

The book I bought was Morals and Dogma by Albert Pike. It was a laborious read and I almost stopped after the first chapter. Something inside me pushed me on though, and I finished it over the next couple of weeks. I plan on chronicling the ways in which it changed me in a later post, but for now, it is enough to say that it put everything that I had experienced in my life thus far into perspective. Suddenly the decision to sacrifice the thing I loved to do most (writing horror) was rewarded with the idea of what to do next—write for God!

The Dilemma with writing for God

Now here was the big dilemma: how does a person that doesn’t go to church, and doesn’t identify with any particular faith, begin to write about God? The more troubling question, perhaps: does that person even have a right to? These questions and fears stemmed mainly from my memories of—and questioning mentality with regards to—the church (any church) and organized religion in general.

Where I Am Now

Over a year has passed since I made that decision, and bought that book. I have come to realize it was just one, of many, waypoints in my spiritual journey—like breadcrumbs on a wooded path leading me home.

As I said, in the beginning, I have not written anything in a long time. I struggled with the questions above and let them hold me back. I held onto, and trusted, that moment I had asked for guidance the whole time though. In doing so waypoints (obvious ones) began to show themselves more and more along the way. It was not easy (our spiritual path never is), but it was always filled with joy, appreciation, and a way forward.

The answer to the dilemma above? Have faith and move forward with the complete certainty God will show you the way. That is it. That is what brought me to write this essay. That is what stirred my soul to create this website with the hope that someday it might be a spiritual waypoint for someone that was lost—just like me.

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