We had been
broken up for years. I didn’t have his new phone number, wasn’t sure where he
lived, and hadn’t talked about him in... forever. But his name repeatedly
popped into my mind in a strange way. Its like it was floating thru my brain.
Was she, my highest self, trying to
tell me something? Was she leaving me
yet another bread crumb meant to lead me to my internal guidance system?
Anyway, over
dinner, in a crowded, noisy restaurant in an equally crowded and noisy city, I
told my friend something happened to
Steve. With a doubtful and judgmental look, she told me nothing happened to
Steve I’m just projecting the disappointment of Fred onto Steve.
I slowly and knowingly shook my head no a few
times and said I’m planning to contact Mark, Steve’s long-time friend because
something DID happen. She playfully rolled her eyes.
On the
following day, I knew to contact Mark
at 400pm. (Why did she, my highest
self, give me this information?) After catching up with Mark, I asked the
question, “How is Steve?”. Mark, slowly and quietly told me, “He is better,
now.” And then the story began…Steve had a minor surgery when traveling
overseas, it got infected, it got better, it got infected again…..it got better
again. Since he wasn’t improving as anticipated he flew to a nearby country for
better treatment. During the flight, the plane was stuck by lightening!
Immediately, I contacted my skeptical friend. With
an I told you so tone I laid out the story in detail. She listened in complete
silence and when I finished she said,” If you ever get any information about
me, tell me!”
My friend’s
response caused me to wonder about this voice? Why is she, my highest self, speaking
to me? Having no idea how to make sense of these messages, I decided to view
them as fun and entertaining party tricks…. dismissing it entirely. It would be
years until I realized this was another bread crumb being left to return me to
my inner guidance system.
Oh, and
Steve is fine! He must have protective guardian angels swarming him.
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