That's Miss Karma To You

Many people say that Karma is bitch and most of the time, I tend to agree. But every now and then she's a fairly nice gal, somebody with whom you can sit down and have a great conversation over a venti decaf, non-fat, no-whip, latte with four Splendas. What we must remember about Miss Karma, though, is that she's only nice if you give her time to do her job. If you try to shove her in a particular direction, then she's going to plant her foot up your ass and it won't be fun. At all.

Take, for instance, my ghost hunting. If you'll remember a few weeks ago, I posted about ten of us quitting our group en masse. It was a big step. This particular paranormal investigative group is part of a well-known group and said notoriety helped push investigations our way and gave us a couple of big-name investigations for us to add to our resumes. When we left, I was afraid we would never have those chances again.

When we quit, there were some accusations thrown in the way of two of our members, accusations that had no merit. These two members were accused of taking freebies from a previous client when in fact said freebies never happened, but our leadership didn't take the time to discover this. It was easier for them to believe the worst in us. The ten of us were all shocked that said accusations ever occurred or that it escalated to the point that ten people decided to quit a group in which they deeply believed. But we stood up together, walked out together, and formed our baby, a different group to be run and organized our way with no false accusations or a lack of trust between the members and leadership. Then we sat back and waited.

You see, that client from whom two of our number were accused of taking free passes knew what had happened and knew of the false accusations and was pretty pissed about how the whole thing went down. Six days ago, that client asked us, we ten, as our new group, to come back and investigate on our own with no big-name affiliation, no history as a group except what we did with our former affiliation, and their faith in us steadfastly in place.

And Karma? Well, she just patted us on our heads and gave us each a sucker as we skipped off into the Georgia Aquarium's Titanic exhibit for one last investigation before the artifacts take off for another city. Last night was amazing, not because we saw full-bodied apparitions (WISH!) or had a 15-minute long discussion with someone who passed on when the Titanic sank (HOPE!). It was amazing because we were vindicated.

And we're on our way on our own twenty feet.