It was the 80’s and times of change. She found herself as a single mother. She’d run from an abusive life to save her baby and to save herself. The mission came as a phone call, a voice with reassurance, offering her a job. A further step into times of change because the world of good ole boys in blue collar business was running aground, seems they hadn’t kept up with the changes and now found themselves in political trouble. The voice stated “it is a newly created position, and I knew to call you” The salary was good, and the title impressive.
The work was enjoyed, yet the passion of spirit working through her was the place most satisfying. It was a time where many women were raising their babies alone wondering why the wages were low and why they weren’t offered the jobs traditionally reserved for men. She was going to redirect that energy, as the first woman manager this company of 800 union employees had ever considered hiring. They didn’t know what to think when she walked into the introductory meeting in high heels and a snug skirt, lips painted pink and scented the air with jasmine perfume. They were all men, and they squirmed. However, she didn’t come to flirt, and laid out a plan to bring them on line, starting within management. Oh… there was the fidget, the twist and the burn as each felt they might be replaced and silently wondered if she had that power. She assured them if they opened their minds these would be additions not turnover however, she said “management is the easy part”. Her true goal was to go even deeper…all the way in, to the core of the business down on the blue collar line.
Working with the cooperation of the federal government, the commissions of equal employment; she took on the labor unions. The battle took several years, every defeat met with counter attack. She was focused and driven using the skills the universe was opening within her, putting women on the shipping docks, and behind the forklifts. She recruited and hired women truck drivers able to maneuver 18 wheels, and mechanics on the production lines, welders, and electricians. Top union wage paying jobs previously reserved for a man’s “only” world.
They were out there, in abundant supply, these women. They had trained and never questioned why the desire was in them to take these roles. They didn’t care about changing history; they just wanted decent pay to raise their children. They had found themselves needing to self survive and were no longer dependant upon men, mostly because their man had abused his power and his dominance in more ways than just employment. Women had enough and an era of rebellion was becoming a collective consciousness, and apparently a political correctness.
The labor bosses, the teamster unions, and “connected” boys of the underground tried to stop the progress. When she didn’t back off they resorted to the very evil most women were running from. First, mysterious phone hang ups, and then messages, phone calls of terror and threats from overt to subtle, beyond the office walls, these frightening occurrences were invading her privacy. A suspicious car crash occurred one night on a dark city street as she traveled home. His evil eyes squinted into her car’s window, daring her to step out of the car. She found herself praying out loud, asking for strength to endure the darkest round of the mission. Just then the sound of a distant siren was the confidence she needed to hear. The evil backed off with a sneer saying he’d be coming after her again. Sensing now without a doubt, the higher presence involved in this mission, she felt and she knew the connection was there handling the larger details behind the scene.
Within days, the union boss, suddenly took ill, and decided to retire. Some of the stubborn managers resigned, mysteriously receiving job offers from other companies. The company president himself announced he was relocating to another state, apparently influenced by his wife to be closer to her family. Miracle after miracle unfolded before her. A new era was taking place, holy men of open minds seeing the same vision as she did. The new union labor leader took her to lunch wanting to understand and she explained to him, women were not a threat to the job market… they pay union dues, they didn’t want control, and they didn’t want it all. They just wanted to earn a decent living, to support their children and themselves because they had to…and she just wanted to rightfully balance the workforce.
She never saw that evil face again; he disappeared along with the threats. She knew then, that change had come on a much grander scale than she could ever have imagined, the entire consciousness was shifting…and she was just doing her job.