222 Angels or Alligators?

With so much discussion of climate change on our planet, political unrest in the world, and divisiveness in the U.S., I felt inspired to share this miracle story from a few years ago. When I say miracle, I’m talking about the kind A Course in Miracles describes as a shift in perception from fear to love. It happened while I was driving back to Ft. Lauderdale from Ft. Meyers after a fun afternoon and dinner with my beautiful friend, Carrie Stiers. The needle on my gas gauge was hovering near E, which meant I needed to get gas before the long haul across the Everglades on Interstate 75. This 80-mile stretch of highway is also known as Alligator Alley for good reason. There’s no shortage of alligators on either side of the road, but not much else. There certainly are no gas stations. As I traveled closer to the entrance ramp, the only buildings I passed were condominiums and townhouses. With no gas stations in sight, I began to get nervous.

Thankfully, I remembered that I am the dreamer of my dream and my thoughts create my reality. Right then and there I decided not only would I find a gas station before getting on I-75, but it would be on my side of the road and not outrageously priced. Just a few minutes later, I passed a gas station on the other side of the road. I was tempted to make a U-turn but decided to stick with my original intention. If nothing else materialized I could always go back. Sure enough, less than a mile before the entrance to I-75, there was a RaceTrac gas station on my side of the street advertising regular gasoline for $2.22 per gallon. Score! 

I pulled into the station, placed the nozzle in my fuel tank, and clicked the lock on the trigger so it would shut off automatically when my tank was full. Imagine my surprise when the pump shut off at exactly $22! I pay attention to repeating number sequences like this. I believe it’s one way Spirit uses to get my attention. I did not know the meaning of repeating 2s, so I made a mental note to look it up when I got home. I was amazed when I googled “Angel Numbers” and found out that 222 means, “Trust everything is working out exactly as it’s supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.” That message felt like the perfect confirmation for my decision to let go of my worries around finding a gas station. Not only did one magically appear, but it must have been brand new because the restrooms were sparkling clean. Now that is a miracle! 

Given the amount of anxiety and fear in the world today, I believe this 222 message is more important than ever. I invite you to use the power of your thoughts to create the experiences you want and stop giving energy to outcomes you do not want. Once I decided that everything was going to work out fine with my trip home, I was able to calm down and enjoy the ride. Had I stayed in fear, not only would I have missed the beauty of the scenery around me, I probably would have unnecessarily turned around and backtracked for miles to a gas station. Experience has taught me that when I am stuck in fear, I almost always make bad decisions. When I have faith that everything is going to work out, my mind returns to peace where I can receive guidance to make good decisions. I don’t know about you, but I would much prefer to be on the lookout for 222 angels rather than 222 alligators! 

If you could use some assistance shifting from fear to love, the principles found in A Course in Miracles will help you tremendously. I offer four, eight, and twelve-week Life Coaching programs based on these teachings. I love sharing these practical, powerful tools with my clients. Visit my website for more information about Life Coaching and Family Constellations, which is another great tool to help you shift from fear to love.

Until next time, no matter what appears to be happening in the world:

Trust that everything is working out exactly as it’s supposed to, with Divine blessings for everyone involved. Let go and have faith.

Limitless Love and Butter Cookies

I received some sad news last week. One of my first friends in Houston passed away quite unexpectedly from a brain aneurism on Friday. I first met Jeanette at a Family Constellations workshop I facilitated during one of my visits before moving to Houston. Her name was picked and during her constellation it became very clear what a kind, generous person she was. That remained constant in the years that followed as we did more work together, shared lunches, and got to know each other even better. I’m so glad she joined us at the Big Sky Retreat last year. Not surprisingly, she became fast friends with many of our attendees, including my sister and another friend from Fort Lauderdale. Her kindness, generosity, and positive energy made it very easy to love her. 

That sentiment was shared over and over again by friends and family members at her memorial service. Every single person also talked about her amazing cooking and the joy she felt when preparing food for people she loved. Jeanette owned a restaurant with her first husband for many years so she knew how to make everything just right, infusing her love into every morsel. About a year ago, she invited me, my partner, and a mutual friend to her home for a taste of India. To say the meal was delicious would be an understatement. Everything was delightfully flavorful, and it was way more than a meal. It was an experience! The spread she prepared made us feel like royalty.

When I heard the shocking news of her passing last weekend, I was speechless. As I sat on my meditation chair, happy memories of her flooded my mind followed by an idea. It occurred to me that the best way to celebrate Jeanette was to visit an Indian restaurant for dinner and enjoy a delicious meal in her honor. I believe that’s what she would have wanted us to do. My partner told me Jeanette knew the owners of Indika, a very nice restaurant serving modern Indian cuisine within walking distance of our new home. Everything about the meal was wonderful and I think Jeanette would have approved. We ordered rose cake for dessert knowing she would have insisted we indulge. As we were finishing the yummy cake, another server stopped by our table offering us each a complimentary butter cookie. Although our bellies were full, we accepted what felt like a gift from Jeanette. It was so typical of her generosity. Just when you thought it was done, there was just a little bit more.

I will miss our lunches and her peaceful presence at Miracle Monday. Although I am sad for her family and all of us who loved her, I can honestly say I am happy for Jeanette. Family was everything to her, and one of her biggest concerns was not being able to be there for all of them because they were spread across the globe. We received a text message from Jeanette just two weeks ago. She wanted to schedule a lunch with us when she returned from another trip to India. She added, “I am trying to figure out how to live between the two countries effectively.” Well, I think she found a way to be with all of the people she loved at the same time. As my friend Rev. Karen Tudor often says about those who have passed, “She didn’t go anywhere. She went everywhere.” Bless you on your new experience of limitless love, sweet friend. Thank you for everything, including those cookies!

All your past except its beauty is gone, and nothing is left but a blessing.  I have saved all your kindnesses and every loving thought you ever had. 

A Course in Miracles – T-5.IV.8:2-3

If you are going through a challenging time and could use some assistance, I would be honored to be part of your support system. Please visit my website or send me an email for more information about Life Coaching and Family Constellations.

Until next time, may you remember that love is limitless and your loved ones are always just a thought away.

Dreaming of Miracles

I don’t know if this happens to you, but once in a while I have a dream that feels like more than just my unconscious mind doing some spring cleaning. These dreams feel like clear messages from Spirit, my higher self, or whatever you want to call it, giving me guidance on how to live a more peaceful life. The dream I had the other morning combined seemingly random aspects of my life to create a scenario to help remind me how miracles work. 

In the dream, I was just starting a new office job at IBM. Why IBM? Well, that company was born just across the river from my hometown in Upstate New York. My father worked there, and so did I for three summers during college. On my first day of this “dream job,” I was given a phone number that people could call if they needed my assistance. While setting up my voicemail, I discovered that this number had already been assigned to another employee. It didn’t take long for him to find out I had taken over his number. He showed up at my cubicle within minutes very angry, yelling at me about how critical it was that he keep that number.

Apparently, this was the number to call when catastrophic emergencies shut down computers and electrical power in the entire area. He ranted about past earthquakes and severe weather and showed me public service announcements and several brochures where this number was published. He continued shouting that he was not giving up this number. I calmly told him that I understood his position, and I would be happy to let him have the number since I just started. However, I was not the one to speak with about it since I didn’t assign the numbers. 

Having worked in the telecommunications department for two and a half years at the Miami Beach Convention Center, I knew it was just a matter of speaking with the telecom technicians to reassign the number. This part of the dream happens to be true. When I first moved to South Florida in 2001, somehow I ended up being the Telecommunications Services Manager for the MBCC. My unconscious mind wove both of my jobs in corporate America together to deliver this message.

The situation was quickly resolved once he contacted the technicians. He got to keep his very important number and I took the one he was assigned. When I first woke up I remembered those specific numbers, but they faded from my memory quickly. That’s unfortunate because I might have dreamt the winning numbers for Powerball! More valuable than millions of dollars was the reminder of how easy it can be to resolve conflict. If we remain calm, listen to another’s side of the story, we can often come up with a solution that works for all. Now can someone tell me how the leaping puppies and the playful snowball fight at the end of my dream fit into all this?

Is there a situation or conflict in your life where you could use a miracle? It would be my great honor to assist you with a series of Life Coaching sessions or a Family Constellations session. Both give you tools to see things from a different perspective. That’s where miracles happen. Please look around my website or send me an email for more information and to schedule a session.

Until next time, may your dreams be happy ones whether they contain winning lottery numbers or not. 

A miracle is a service. It is the maximal service you can render to another. It is a way of loving your neighbor as yourself. You recognize your own and your neighbor’s worth simultaneously.

Miracle Principle #18 from A Course in Miracles