In this initial phase of the spiritual journey, my feeling was one of awe and wonder about the unseen realm. The following stories may illustrate this.
One morning in 2006, I had a snippet of a song running in my mind,
‘…and gives me such a headache?’
It took me a while to figure out that it belonged to the introduction spoken before the song I Got Life from the musical Hair.
In the evening, I had a headache. That was very unusual for me. I rarely get headaches.
After a while, I remembered that line which was playing in my mind which said, ‘…and gives me such a headache?’. And here I was now with a real headache. Was there any connection or was this mere coincidence?
As soon as I had remembered that this line had been playing in my head on that morning, the headache ceased.
In retrospect, I think that my guides were trying to teach me a lesson about the creative power of thought.
“Mommy, do angels really exist?” my older son asked me. He was about 4 years old.
My first impulse was to tell him that they are not real. But then I hesitated.
“Yes, they are real. But they are very shy and we must listen carefully in order to be able to hear them,” was the answer that I heard escape from my lips.
He seemed to accept that response.
‘What did I just say? Where did that come from?’ I wondered.
Then we walked into his room. Outside it was a dark and rather cold winter evening.
As I opened the door to the balcony, a little ladybug flew into the room and landed right above my heart.
I was in awe. A ladybug in winter time – how unusual! As if some angels were giving me applause for telling my son to learn to listen carefully.
One night in 2006 or 2007, I had dream where my grandmother, who had died a few years earlier, appeared to me.
“We see what you are doing and we like it,” she said.
That seemed like a real message from her. She wanted to convey that she approved of my interest in spiritual matters and wanted to encourage me to go further into that direction.
The answering machine
After experiencing so many miracles, I was in awe of the invisible Source that surrounds and permeates everything. And I longed for more and more connection.
Even if I could not hear God’s voice like Neale Donald Walsch could in his books Conversations with God, couldn’t God at least leave me a message in another way, for example on my answering machine? (Yeah, sounds silly, I know.)
Then one evening when our family was in the living room around the dinner table, suddenly the answering machine went on just as if someone had called.
But nobody left a message.
And the strange thing was that the phone hadn’t rung before.
“This is spooky,” my husband said.
I was stunned and in awe. Somehow my wishes really seemed to be answered.
Saved from an accident
Sept 28, 2007. It was evening. My children and I were talking a walk around the fields. It was getting dark.
I was aware that this was about to become dangerous. There were no street lamps and we didn’t have flash lights, so the small paved roads around the fields were dark. But we started running just for fun.
Then all of a sudden, there was a sharp pain in my left ankle. I needed to stop and wait at the side of the small paved street with both of my children next to me.
Suddenly, a guy on a bicycle drove by real fast – with no lights on.
After he had passed, the pain in my ankle stopped immediately and we could walk home.
The pain in my ankle made me stop at the side of the road and saved us from being run over.
Oct 9, 2007. I had scheduled a past-life regression hypnosis for the next day and was a bit anxious.
The night before the hypnosis, I could not sleep too well. I woke up and pressed the light switch on my clock on my nightstand.
It showed 3:33 am.
That was remarkable not only because of the number sequence, but also because the light switch of the clock used to not work correctly and would usually illuminate only the hours, but not all the digits of the minutes. Except for this time, when the light shone on all the numbers.
Back then, I did not know anything about the symbolic meaning of numbers and how they are often used as messages in an attempt of spirit to communicate with us. But I took it as a sign of reassurance that I was protected and well taken care of and went back to restful sleep.
The no 1 at the bike rack
I usually bike to work and put my bike into the bike rack. In November 2007, I happened to use the same place in the bike rack almost every day.
Then one day, something caught my attention. Over several days some things seemed to be assembled down there on the floor.
At first, an old marker pen appeared.
Then it was joined by a feather.
And finally, by an acorn.
I never touched anything and just watched with curiosity how these items appeared at ‘my’ bike rack and were then arranged by an invisible hand from behind the veil.
After a couple of days or weeks, the whole thing had moved from an accidental mess to what looked like the number 1 (not in American style, but in European writing style).
It was too neatly placed to be a mere coincidence.
I wondered what it meant. Was there a symbolic meaning of number 1? Or maybe that all is one? I couldn’t decide.
But I got the impression that there was some very powerful unseen force behind the visible 3D world.
And that invisible force wanted to get a point across.
This post is part of a series about my spiritual journey (table of contents).