Where mankind’s Law fails, karma succeeds! If you’re a believer in karma, you should know not to mess with it. If you do wrong by others, karma will eventually come around and sort you out. You can’t escape karma.
Karma rights wrongs. According to many, karma is life’s natural balancing system. It’s perfect — judging, sentencing and punishing by the order of the great cosmos. There’s no running from karma. It never forgets and it always gets its way.
I’m a believer in karma’s giant judgemental foot. When writing SEETHINGS, I included the biggest karma story I’ve ever witnessed first hand and proves that there is some force is at work. It was such a fantastic event that it makes me shiver today. You’ll probably disbelieve it when you’ve read it, but here’s an abridged version of the event as it happened anyway:
A girl I dated in my teens recently become separated from her common-law husband. Now in her thirties, she found herself sad and alone. She contacted me for friendship and solace. She told me she (and their child) moved back to where she grew up to set up a new life and to be closer to her parents. She despised him (whoever he was) for running off with the nanny.
“What a prick!” She said, scathingly, while invoking the power of karma to send the man justice for what he had done to her (and their baby daughter).
“Karma will get him.”
I heard the story about that bastard‘s cheating, the lies he told her, and the violent confrontation that required police intervention to end a fight that spilled onto their driveway. She told me she was, “…afraid for her life because of that bastard’s violent personality.” She was fearful for her life and the life of her child. I felt sorry for my former girlfriend. Life hadn’t gone well for her.
But when she told her tragic story a second time, not everything she said was the same as the first. Holes began to open. New and important details entered at convenient times. For instance, the police weren’t told of the length of brutality on the day of the confrontation. She only raised it months later, during the custody hearing. She told the courts he had hit her and was about to hit her again when police intervened and saved the day.
“The truth is easy. Lies are hard to sustain.”
The more she repeated her story, the more it changed — and so did her fear for the man. The violence between them switched sides. She soon told me she had hit him. She’d thrown plates and then punched him as he was trying to leave (she failed to mention any blows he inflicted on her). Within an hour of circular conversation, her fear of the man was replaced with hostility. She bared her teeth between phrases. Hostility vanished and was replaced with pride.
Something wasn’t right.
Pillow-talk revealed a better truth. What I heard there went into my book (names changed). That bastard never attacked her at all. She was the aggressor all along. It was her fists doing the swinging, not his. The couple were arguing. After the dishes were thrown, he tried to leave and her fury grew exponentially. She followed him right to his car and punched the side of his face through the open window. She claimed he tried to run her over with his car, but he didn’t do that either. She simply wouldn’t let go of him as he tried to reverse. She kept hitting him just as the police arrived. Her statement said nothing of these facts. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. The about-face was bizarre and beyond the extreme.
The woman admitted to me about lying about the violence and who was the aggressor. She said she did this in order to get custody of their child and financial support from that bastard. She managed a boastful laugh when she revealed how successful she was at convincing everyone in the courts to support her story and reject his. She felt she was the winner and victory was hers.
“He deserved it,” she said. “It’s karma. That’s all I can say. Karma. Well, what did he expect?”
I wondered if any of it was true. If he were the cheater she made him out to be, he wasn’t deserving of being labelled a violent person. Based on what I’d heard come from her lips, I’d want to leave her too! Cheating would have little to do with it!
I felt sorry for the daughter who was caught in the middle of a parental dispute — used as an emotional and financial lever to get more from her father to give to her mother. The little girl never got to see her father after that day because of that label. To her, that bastard was a monster and deserved nothing.
Karma was about to play its part through me. (Read the next part very slowly!)
She drew back the large living room curtains and light poured into the space. I was impressed by what I saw beyond the glass.
“Wow! That’s impressive!”
“Thank you. I built the home this way for that view. Do you know the name of the mountain?” She asked, pointing to the obvious shape in the distance.
“Sure, that’s Mount Lindesay.”
I heard her gasp and then she snapped the curtains shut. The room went dark again.
Those four words changed everything. Karma had arrived and it came via my mouth.
“What’s the matter?”
“My ex’s name is Lindesay!”
I had no idea that the mountain had the same name as her former partner. To me, he was only that bastard. What were the chances of Lindesay happening through the window? (It’s not a common name where I’m from!)
If only she’d researched the mountain before purchasing the land and instructing an architect to point her home’s giant windows at it!
The curtains stayed closed and she went silent. Her grin disappeared as I struggled to stop one from developing on my face. I knew something about her story (all versions of it) and why she was alone — and then I saw her be crushed by a force she wholeheartedly supported — and there was nothing she could do.
I didn’t mind watching her deal with karma’s judgement (I had issues with her too, lingering from our teenage years). I loved being its deliverer. I only wished that Lindesay was there to see it happening too. I felt karma kicked a deserved arse that day.
As far as I know, it’s still kicking it because she can’t move from where she lives. Her finances are tied up in the property. Moving would also complicate things with the daughter’s routines and school. She’s stuck in a home that has a Lindesay feature window — a constant reminder of that bastard and the monster she made him out to be. As I said, all of this went into the novel — but some readers have said it couldn’t be true. It’s too ridiculous to be real.
That may be so, but it happened just as I said it did (and there’s more to it). Read the book and decide for yourself (*free for a limited time).
Those who believe in karma won’t disagree with me. It was an outcome that was always meant to be.
–Michael Forman (Author)
P.S: Lindesay, if you’re reading this, ‘N‘ got something of what she deserved. (Unfortunately, your daughter ‘J’ got caught up in ‘N’s’ lies. You’re not the monster she said you are.)
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