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Protection from Hurricane Isabel
When Hurricane Isabel recently hit the East Coast where I live,
I was really scared. I had home until that morning, and the
Weather Channel showed Isabel heading inland and into North
Carolina. I decided to head to California, where I work. My
husband, Tim, on the other hand, was in San Diego and was
supposed to be there for the week. Unbeknownst to me, he
decided to return to Virginia the same day and time I went
to San Francisco.
I learned when I landed in San Diego that Isabel was headed
directly for my house, where Tim had just arrived. I was both
horrified and relieved to realize that Tim was home... and I
immediately went into protection mode. I built energetic
protection pyramids around our house and my mother-in-law's
house, and kept reinforcing them every half hour or so.
Tim told me that was the longest day and night in his life.
When the hurricane was directly overhead, he heard the large
old pine and oak trees crashing all around our house. When the
storm finally quieted down, Tim found we had no damage at all -
not even a little.
Later that week when the neighborhood was working on recovery,
one of our neighbors told Tim he thought there were "prayer
bubbles" over a couple of the houses. Truly we were blessed,
and I thank the powers that be that I could shift that reality.
San Francisco, California
Even when you BELIEVE you believe, you may not REALLY believe
until it happens to you! On one Saturday last month, I considered
taking a bus as an alternative to walking Brooklyn's sub-freezing
Eighth Avenue to the Art Museum. I dug deep into my coat pocket
for the week-long Metro ticket purchased at JFK Airport three
days before. It was gone. The handkerchiefs needed for a runny
nose were there... but no Metro Pass. Apparently, having pulled
out a hankie & blown my nose, I had also blown a good part of
twenty bucks. (I could only hope that whoever found it verified
it was still usable.)
The next day was too cold to walk to see Harlem Renaissance, so
a ticket was unneeded. We went to a local movie and dinner. My
friends explained my Metro options for the rest of the visit:
Manhattan on Monday, JFK on Tuesday.
Late Sunday night, I assembled the Times for my friend to read
on his graveyard shift as Central Park Zoo security, and slipped
the book review section of the newspaper onto the dining table.
After my friend left, his wife began drawing maps of "where" to
catch "what" for my Monday sojourn. Glancing down at the book
section, I saw the reverse side of a Metro ticket. No, it was not
hers, nor his. It had not been there a moment before. Except by
levitation, even if dropped IN the apartment, it should not have
been on the table. (Well, there IS the cat, but...)
Sure enough, upon checking Monday, this was the "lost" Metro Pass!
I am left with one concern: when these peculiar episodes of
"anti"-physics occur, where DO these things wander off TO? And
how come WE can't toddle off to some exotic "nowhere" & return
just when we are needed most?
Disappearing/Reappearing Hematite Ring
Edmonton, Alberta, Canada
About a year ago, my husband lost his hematite ring, and
couldn't find it anywhere. Guess where it reappeared? In my
hand. One second it wasn't there, the next second it was.
I guess whoever had it was finished with it. Hubby tore the house
apart a couple of times looking for that ring, and he was
extremely upset it was gone. He was very happy to have it back..
ecto slime and all!!! (just kidding about the ecto slime) :-)
My husband still remembers this, and can't wrap his mind around
an explanation for the ring reappearing in my hand. I didn't
mention I was lying in bed when it reappeared. He thought at
first I might have had it in my hand all the time, then he
realized that wasn't possible. Then he thought I found it in
the bed, but he had pulled everything off of the bed, and remade
it looking for the ring.
I'm not sure if this has anything to do with the timing of the
ring reappearing, but that evening, he had done another intense
search for the ring. The ring was missing for about two weeks in
total. As he loves that ring, it really bothered him that it
disappeared. One thing that he did forget is how he lost it in
the first place. The ring is a snug fit for his pinky finger,
so he doesn't think it just slipped off.
How I Really Broke My Foot
Years ago, I was at a summer camp with my friends. As we walked
down to the morning gathering for songs and worship etc, we
jumped down off a small stone wall just before the top row of
seats in the outside ampitheatre. It couldn't have been more than
a foot high, but I landed on a rock and twisted my foot slightly.
Now, before I continue, you must realize that I was a child probably
only 12 or 13 at the time, and I craved attention.
I thought all that day about how badly I had hurt my foot and how
painful it was to walk. By the end of the day I had been given
crutches by the camp nurse and was recieving sypathetic hugs from
all my friends.
The next day was a Sunday, the last day of camp. I was sent off
to a boarding school to work for the second half of the summer
to help pay tuition there. I was given a job in the cafeteria of
washing dishes. Washing dishes was a chore that I hated above all
else, and here the water was almost scalding and the kitchen had
no air conditioning or fans or anything of that sort. Every night
I called my parents and complained of how my foot was getting
worse and worse, so that Friday I had an appointment to have my
foot x-rayed. When the x-rays came out, sure enough, I learned
that my foot was broken.
Knowing what I do now, I truly believe that I caused my foot to
break with my negative thoughts. Now that I am older I realize
how foolish it was to break my own foot for attention, but as a
child it did gain me a lot of attention, and got me out of washing
dishes for at least two weeks. Sad, but true.
My Magical Dragon
Last Christmas, my best friend gave me two blue dragon air
fresheners for my car, because I collect dragons and I like
blue. When I got home, I took the first dragon out of its package
and hung it on my rearview mirror, and put the other one in the
back windshield of my car (for lack of room in the back seat).
The next day, while driving to an important appointment, I
thought, "I need to get that dragon away from the windshield, or
it will melt." But I didn't have time then. So when I got back
home, I opened the back door to get it out, only to find it gone!
I picked up some papers and moved a bracelet I had left there,
but it wasn't there. Scratching my head, I decided that I must
have taken it to my bedroom.
As you can imagine, it wasn't in my bedroom. On my way back
downstairs I remember thinking "I know I put it in the back
windshield because I was worried it would melt." I walked
outside, determinded to get it out of the back windshield. As
I opened the car door, there it was on top of the papers that
I had just moved only minutes before without seeing it! My first
thought was that I had just missed it, but how could I? It
simply hadn't been there before.