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Recorded, October 14, 2014. From my journal entry of: July 18, 2010. (my Soul Realignment had been done just in May of that year)I called
Last Wednesday morning (July 14, 2010) I went out to the
store to buy my makeup- and the total came to 7.72 (my birth year and month).
Then I went to the bank to deposit the refund check from Omega for the workshop
that I’d cancelled for my birthday weekend- And as I was signing it, I noticed
that the number on the check was 72717 (my birth year, month, and day 72.7.17)
So, after I saw that check number at the bank I squealed,
“Ooooh! I’m ridin’ the sevens!”
And I went to go buy a “Lucky 7’s” scratch-off at Stewart’s,
‘cause the Lucky 7’s from Stewart’s, specifically, seem to be luckier than the
other stores. But they didn’t have any.
So, I drove down the highway towards home and pulled into
the next station. I dug around in my (grey flannel) purse and found the heavy
black leather wallet with the chain and pulled out three wrinkly singles and
got out of my van- still skipping and giggling towards the front door.
After the man in front of me stepped aside, I stepped up and
asked the woman at the counter if they had any Lucky 7’s. I handed her one of
the dollars and took my ticket outside. It was a bust. I felt like spending the
other two and went back inside the cool air to ask for two more.
This time I climbed up into the driver’s seat of my van. I
took a deep breath and scratched the silver film off the last two tickets. No
go. My heart started to sink…
I put on my seat belt, started her up and backed out of my
parking spot on the side of the busy station.
I noticed, to my left as I began to go forward, a man
helping a tall young girl put her bicycle into the back of a shiny white pick
up truck. (He seemed to notice me as I went by. His head followed the driver’s
side window as I drove past.) He was a man of average height, with sandy blond
feathery hair, Shaun Cassidy style- and he had on a clean white cotton t-shirt
and white painter’s pants. His face was beaming with kindness and he smiled at
me as I drove past him- I smiled back.
“Good luck on the next part of your journey!” he
called to me as I turned my head to look at the road.
I called back, still giggling, “Thank you!”
Then, it hit me, a wave of energy, rushing through my solar
plexus. My back straightened. I slowed down and looked in my side mirror back
at him. He was still watching the van- he was beaming, I felt, and orb of light
around him, and floods of unconditional love seemed to be streaming from his
face- smiling ear to ear at me as I left the parking lot.
“An Angel…!” I gasped. I sat for a moment at the red light,
inspired and in awe.