Do you like hearing stories about Karma doing its thing? You’re going to absolutely love the following story. (If you don’t believe in Karma now, you might start believing it by the end!)
Karma is the perfect ending to all stories of injustice. Some believe everyone, at some point, falls before Karma’s feet. If we do something wrong to another, expect trouble to come our way.
If someone does wrong by us, they can expect the same trouble to come knocking at their door.
Some of us wish our adversaries would fall to Karma, but they end up living long, fruitful, happy lives instead.
Say it isn’t so.
Hold on.
Perhaps their long and fruitful life isn’t so happy after all. Perhaps we missed the moment when Karma did its best work.
It’s not like we get notifications about what Karma does. It goes where it goes, when it goes there.
When writing SEETHINGS, I included a first-hand, real-life karma moment—one that’ll bring you a big smile. It was an unusual but real story. You’ll probably disbelieve it, but I’ll tell you anyway.
You make up your mind.
It’s about an attractive woman I met who’d become separated from her common-law husband.
It was a recent separation, so the pain of it was raw. She despised him for running off with their nanny, leaving her holding their only child.
If you’re a woman and have experienced similar, you’ll probably feel tightness in your chest right about now.
It makes sense that this woman in my story would invoke the power of Karma to fix the error and deliver him some proper justice.
Right away, the former husband was called that bastard.
She took charge of the narrative and drove it hard at every chance.
It was a story where she played the victim at the start but ended up being the hero by its close.
But that was HER story and HER version of it. It contained the magical fairy tale outcome she wanted others to see and hear.
She didn’t need encouragement to tell it, as she loved breaking out her rote-learned tale of woe at any chance.
But like every good story, it’s just a story. The important details are loosely based on fact, but fiction was woven into it to make it sound better.
She omitted important details about herself when it came to her husband, his affair with the nanny, the police action to break up a fight, and the eventual dissolution of the marriage. Clever deletions had changed the story.
But it was hard for her to keep her lies organised.
Each time she told her story, it changed. She forgot what was omitted and added extra detail with each pass.
To understand what really happened, one had to spend time with her. Chats over coffee wouldn’t have been enough. They wouldn’t last long enough to cut through the layers of bullshit hiding the truth.
Pillow talk did that.
As I said, it was a real Karma story – and it went into the book. It had to.
How could it not?
The nasty things that this woman said and did to this man before, during and after their separation were abhorrent.
I felt sorry for this unknown guy, and I didn’t know him or his side.
I didn’t know the baby daughter was caught in the middle of a feud fueled by her mother, either.
But I felt for both of them on her words alone.
She got most of his money and, by her admission, lied to The Courts about what transpired the night everything imploded.
It got the woman full custody of their daughter, more than half the money, plus a large chunk of his future earnings.
Even though he tried to do his best and defend himself from her lies, that bastard never got to see his daughter again.
The woman was determined to keep him from her at all costs. According to her, he didn’t deserve the right to see his daughter (but his money was okay).
She was able to purchase a plot of land in the country and build a brand-new home for herself and her girl. It was her reward for being strong and virtuous in the face of disappointment and adversity.
Although late to the party, Karma was about to play its part through me.
“Do you know the name of that mountain?” She asked, opening the curtain to expose the scene beyond the large glass window.
“Sure, it’s Mount Lindesay.”
I heard a loud gasp beside me, and then the curtains were snapped shut.
She shut them so hard that they clacked loudly when they met.
That room went dark in two ways.
Although I was unaware at, I executed my Karma part perfectly.
She asked a simple question.
I answered it honestly.
I had no idea that the mountain had some kind of metaphysical connection to her past.
I didn’t know her former lover’s name. Why would I? She always called him an obscenity.
Lindesay!
Ooops! What? Oh shit!
She tried to kill Lindesay, only to wake up to Mount Lindesay at every breakfast!
You’re going to tell me that I’m a liar, and it didn’t happen because there’s no way anyone would build a home and not know the name of a mountain that’s right outside it.
Well, yes, there is a way it can happen.
Stay with me.
She was so furious about fighting Lindesay at Court and her ruined past that she lost sight of her future.
Her attention was fixed on the money. She was laser focused on hurting him.
She had to lie correctly and convincingly. She had to remember to leave out certain details while adding certain others.
She had to find babysitters for her daughter while juggling work, writing affidavits, and attending Court hearings.
There was no time for building site specifics.
She glanced at the online photos of the land plot, loved what she saw, did the purchase over the phone, and then told the architect to point the house south to feature That Mountain.
If only she had invested more time in that instead of finding better ways to deceive the system to beat Lindesay.
Lindesay didn’t go away.
He has now become a feature of her new life — a constant reminder of the guy she desperately tried to destroy!
I didn’t mind playing the role of Karma’s advocate.
It kicked a deserved ass that day.
As far as I know, it’s still kicking it because she can’t move out of that home. Her finances are tied to it, and moving complicates things with the daughter’s new school and routines.
Those curtains have remained closed, and I’m told that she refuses to go to that side of the home when she’s outside.
[No, I didn’t continue seeing her. It was clear we were too different to go on]
As I said, this went into the novel—but some readers have said it’s too far-fetched to be real. The chances of that happening are so small that it’s absolutely impossible.
That may be how it appears, but it happened anyway. Those who believe in Karma have a satisfying explanation.
–Michael Forman (Author of Dark Fiction – See Below)
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