Archive for September, 2011

Have you ever lost your keys/cell phone/nail clippers/mind and looked everywhere for them to no avail? Then you found them at a later time in a spot that you had previously searched? This uncanny experience happened to me just recently and it was so unusual that I must report it to you, dear Readers.

Several months ago, I used my nail clippers in the car on the way to work. They were in a particular pocket in my purse. I found them, used them, and put them back in that same pocket. A few days later, I needed them again and looked for them in their particular pocket. No clippers. I searched in every pocket of that purse. No clippers. That seemed very odd because I was so certain that I had returned them as I have described to you. I thought no more about it until the next time that I needed them on the road. Once again, I could not find them.

On arriving home, instead of just feeling with my hand, I turned each and every pocket of that purse inside-out and there was not a nail clipper to be found. I would have sworn on a stack of bibles that I was 100% confident that no nail clippers existed in my purse. By now, the clippers had been gone for several months and this was most inconvenient at times. Occasionally, I briefly lamented their loss and wondered where they could have gotten to. It seemed most strange, particularly since I knew that I had returned them to my purse.

One day, a few weeks ago, I came down to the kitchen, saw my purse sitting in its place and wondered idly whether my clippers had shown up yet. Walking over to the purse, I put my hand into the particular pocket that was the home for the nail clippers. I wasn’t even surprised when they popped right into my hand. So, after several months of absence, reality had shifted and my nail clippers came back.

This interesting experience helped me recall a previous similar one that occurred almost fifteen years ago with my car keys and a different purse. There, too, the keys had been in the purse and just a few minutes later, were nowhere to be found. I turned that purse inside out, too, to no avail. Beside myself, I called on my Angels. After another few minutes, I put my hand into my purse and the car keys fell right into them.

Several interesting ideas have come out of these experiences. Why, for example, was my idle thought connected with the idea of my nail clippers “returning” rather than of “being found”? My idle thought was most specific: I looked at the purse with a slightly bemused smile on my face and thought to myself, as I pictured the clippers, “I wonder if they’ve come back yet?” Then, on a whim, I put my hand into the purse and came up with the clippers. Perhaps my Angels are instructing me in other facets of what we call “reality” to help me understand it better. Perhaps when things are “lost”, they are not truly lost in the sense of having changed position, rather that they are in the same position as before, but the space around them has shifted so that they are not accessible. Once the space has shifted into our reality again, then we have access to them again. What exactly is occurring with this movement into and out of our reality is unclear and I invite any of my Readers to enlight us.

The other interesting idea here is that things can return without directly asking for Angelic help in finding the “lost” object. With these nail clippers, I had never asked for Angelic aid—very uncharacteristic of me because I am all about asking your Angels for help. Even though I had needed those clippers for several months, somehow I was never inspired to ask for help in locating them. Part of my latest Angelic instruction may be learning to regard reality differently and I needed direct experience to bring the message home. Whatever the Angels are trying to teach us, having my nail clippers return in this manner was an interesting and educational surprise.

After having successfully caught and relocated two little grey mice in the past few years, I was feeling quite smug that my Angels had been so good as to help me catch them without the use of traps. I also thought that I had finally rid the house of them. Wrong. One evening I was typing at the computer when I heard the tell-tale rusting of little feetsies in the kitchen. It was either an extremely large roach or a mouse. I was hoping for the latter. Sneaking up on it, I saw that it was, indeed, a mouse and, of course, I was not swift enough to catch it. How can those little things move so quickly on their tiny little feet?

We played cat and mouse for several weeks until one Saturday not long ago. I was writing at the dining room table when I heard the rustle in the kitchen. Creeping stealthily, I grabbed a small plastic bowl and went for the mouse. This time I knew that the mouse was mine. There was absolutely no doubt in my mind that that mouse was headed for the woods ten miles away. I just needed to catch it. Very quickly, it showed itself and I swiftly plopped the plastic bowl over it. Luckily for the mouse, somehow the bowl had caught the edge of a small shelf, giving the mouse just enough room to escape from under the bowl. I was flabbergasted. As the mouse busied itself in running away from me, I looked at it seriously and told it, “You don’t understand. You’re MINE!” With that, I once again plopped the bowl down and this, time, definitely caught the little furry creature. From that moment, it was but five more before we were on our way to my favorite mouse relocation headquarters, a densely wooded area exactly ten miles from my house—far enough away that the mouse would not find its way back home, even without a blind-fold.

So what is significant about this event? It is that definite knowing that something was going to occur. In all of my dealings with this mouse, this was the first and only time that I knew this mouse would be gone from my house. That was why I was so surprised when I did not succeed in catching it the first time. That was why I actually had a conversation with the mouse, letting it know who was boss. That mouse actually looked at me when I was talking to it, giving me just enough time to plop the bowl over it. This knowing comes directly from the Angels and becomes more and more a part of your life as you become more tuned to the other world.

Over many decades of experience, I have determined that our Angels take care of us in many unusual ways, many of which we don’t even know about until we take the time to pay attention. I’d like to share with you one way that my Angels take care of me: they always give me just enough money to live, making allowances for unexpected expenses. And that money comes in ways and through means that I never expect.

After having duly filed my income taxes for this year, my memory seemed to be that I had owed money to my state government, for which I sent the required check. Imagine my surprise when a notice came from my state government! Oh-oh, I thought. This is either very, very good or very, very bad. I opened the envelope to find a refund from these people with an explanation that line such and such did not agree with line so and so. Instructions were included, should I wish to file a disagreement. Ha! While I was thrilled to get this substantial refund, my mind went into muse mode: it remembered that every time I had an unexpected expense, money would appear in the mail from some obscure place–just enough money to pay a bill, with some left over for living. What kind of bill would require this extra money?

Putting the check away for the moment, I turned to balancing my checkbook and generally looking at my finances. Lo and behold, I found the mortgage payment due, but not enough money from my employment checks to cover the total. Adding the refund from the state government would allow me both to pay the mortgage and have a little left over for food or gas! Those foxy Angels had done it again, saving my little pink butt, as well as my credit rating.

With this gift from Heaven, I had to seriously rethink the pressures under which I am currently laboring and which I have repeatedly requested my Angels remove. Because things haven’t changed, I assumed that I was on my own in this regard. Not true. My Angels are truly watching over me, as evidenced by this unexpected infusion of cash. Something else must be in the works. Perhaps I have much to learn from the current untenable situation in which I find myself. Perhaps I am working out some serious past karma and so must live through this. Whatever the explanation, my Angels are truly working with me and are helping me out in every way that they can. Yours are doing the same, dear Readers. Keep listening. Pay attention. Slow down. Be vigilant. You will notice patterns and signs which will tell you how your Angels are working with you. Keep the faith and hang in there. Heaven cares.