Living and Loving
Contains sacred stories
It is easier to ignore things that only happen once or twice, but when you have a pattern of meaningful coincidences, you can appreciate the way all of life comes together.
They had not been in contact for nearly 15 years when an email message came in expressing gratitude and suggesting a get-together. (See blog post What People Remember)
The time stamp of the email message was 11:11 pm.
(To fully appreciate the timing of the message, see this previous Sacred Stories posting.)
She gifted her mother-in-law a Kindle (digital reading device), but her mother-in-law (being of the older generation) never used it.
Several times after the death of her mother-in-law, she noticed her own Kindle would be on in the middle of the night, although she always thought she was sure to turn it off after reading in bed before falling asleep.
One night, her husband had a dream about his mother. Waking from the dream, he got up to go use the bathroom.
When he came back to bed, his wife’s Kindle was turned on!
Her younger brother had recently transitioned with cancer. She had been watching a particular hummingbird with a strong sense of her brother.
All of a sudden, the hummingbird came over and landed on a plant stand two feet from her! He stopped flapping his wings and sat looking at her.
He was black with an orange neck. Orange is the ribbon color for kidney cancer like pink is the ribbon color for breast cancer.
She knew her brother to be in a wonderful place. He let her know that one more time.
She said, “I miss him physically, but spiritually he is all around me.”
It had been years since she had introduced the use of music to help a client move stuck energy, but everything was pointing to that being helpful.
The therapist’s choice was Nomad, by Atma Shankar—guttural native Australian sounds from didgeridoo and drums.
It worked! The music played and they both danced around the room. They did “shake your bones” and let the energy start moving. The client’s mood shifted and she recognized you do not have to be a victim of your feelings.
Later that day, working on her website, the therapist was surprised to notice the post she had put on her home page a few days earlier was about the healing effects of music.
Fortunately, we remain tapped in even when we forget that we are!
The client entered the session a bit frantic. She had mailed a package to her daughter in another country, and, although she had received confirmation of delivery, her daughter did not have the package. She expressed thoughts about the neighborhood not being safe.
The therapist shared a story about a friend’s experience.
A friend of mine went grocery shopping, and when she had everything unpacked and put away, she realized her wallet was missing. She immediately called the grocery store but was told no one had turned the wallet in.
A meditation instructor, she knew how to tune into her highest good. She sat down and began to meditate on universal truth, using the mantra what is mine comes to me. In less than half hour, her phone rang. Her wallet had been turned in!
As she drove to the store, she continued to affirm what is mine comes to me.
Her credit cards and all of the cash was still in her wallet!
As the therapist finished the story about the wallet being returned intact, the client had a text message pop it. Her daughter’s neighbor had seen the delivery and had brought the package in for her!
Her mother-in-law was on a long-list of medications. After having been in and out of the hospital, and going home on oxygen, supervision of the medications became necessary.
Pages and pages of information, additions and deletions, notes and question marks—it was overwhelming trying to keep everything straight! Something needed to be done.
She took the dozen-or-so sheets of paper with the medications listed on them to her home, and she was intent on creating an organized Word file listing each medication clearly. She looked up the generic and the brand name, and she carefully recorded the prescribed dosage along with specific instructions (such as whether it was to be taken with food or on an empty stomach).
It was an arduous task as she had to look up each drug to know what it was prescribed for. HGTV was playing in the background. Just as she started to look up Amitiza, an ad for that very medication came on.
She recognized the affirmation of her gift of loving support! Nothing we do lovingly is missed….
Her husband’s unofficial nickname was “Young Buck.” Before his children were fully grown, he died.
Several years after his father’s death, their then young-adult son came home with an unusual t-shirt he had bought. It was a white collared shirt with a young buck partially hidden behind the pocket. She was sure it was her husband speaking to their son, even though he did not recognize the connection consciously.
Over a decade had passed, the night she wrote in her journal how she was missing him and how his spirit was not coming to her the way it had before. The following day, she spontaneously wore the young buck t-shirt to work.
As she was driving home that evening, right in the middle of a residential area on a busy road, standing by the guard rail looking right at her, was a young buck still wearing his velvety antlers!
As she looked in the rear view mirror to see the young buck cross safely to the other side, she said a prayer of gratitude because she knew she had just been visited by her husband!