Hello, lovely people. Hope you all had a great weekend. I woke up Saturday to find out Polyvore had included one of my sets in their Top Arts & Expression sets for that day. A big deal to no one but me but I was excited anyways. If nothing else, it gave me a small sense of validation. What can I say? It doesn’t take much.
Ok, onward and upward…
This week, I’m going to tell you a story. This story comes right out of my very own personal collection. A little piece of me.
After I posted Perception is Reality last week, I started thinking about signs from the Universe and it made me think about my best and favorite experience related to that. There aren’t any words of advice but hopefully you’ll find some inspiration in it just the same.
And before I jump in, let me just state right up front that this is absolutely a true story…no exaggerations, no embellishments. Cross my heart. And let me also forewarn you that we are heading into serious woo-woo territory with this one.
Buckle up, here we go!
Once upon a time, in a land far away in a kingdom called Connecticut, there lived a beautiful princess. And me. I lived there too.
It was October 26, 2009 and it was the day that changed my whole life. It was the day I found out my position at work had been eliminated. Now, I know it might sound dramatic to say that this event changed my whole life but my whole life was invested in that job. I worked about 70 hours a week, around the clock. It was the norm to be sitting at my computer checking stuff off my to-do list at 3am on any given day…workday, weekend, holiday… I was always there.
I won’t go in to all the nitty-bitty details about how it exactly went down. I’m over it now (mostly) but I don’t think I could recount just the facts without throwing in my sour grapes. Suffice it to say, my boss told me my position had been eliminated. BUT. They were pleased to offer me a new position. The only words I recall after that were “you’ll be doing everything you do now and also additional work with…” and “…responsible for meeting minutes.”
Not that meeting minutes are below me but if my boss had physically slapped me in the face, it probably would have hurt less. Besides, I was already working 70 hours a week as a Senior Manager of Customer Support. How would I fit in “additional work with…” and “meeting minutes”??
(Yes, I realize some sour grapes slipped out there. Oops, sorry.)
I don’t think I uttered a single word other than “OK” throughout his entire spiel. When it was over, I had only one question. “If I decide not to take this new position, what happens then?” The answer was I would be terminated with a severance package. I was given until 2pm the next day to make my decision. Less than 24 hours.
Looking back now, I realize the lack of time to ponder this decision was a blessing in disguise. Had they given me more time, fear would have gotten the best of me and I would have stayed.
I spent the next couple of hours calling people to let them know. And bawling. I did lots and lots of bawling. I finally decided to head home around 3pm and do some thinking.
I stopped at my mom’s house on my way home, as I did every day. When I got there, she handed me the book I had just bought her over the previous weekend. Apparently, I had already bought her that book before so now she had two copies. As she gave it back to me, she said, “Maybe you subconsciously bought this one for yourself.” I just rolled my eyes and threw it in my purse.
The book? The Miracles of Archangel Michael by Doreen Virtue.
My mother loved angels, which is why I bought her the book. I liked them just fine but never really put too much thought into their presence in my everyday life. You probably can now guess where this is going.
By the time I made it through my front door that night, I was pretty sure I knew what decision I would communicate at 2pm the next day. I was leaving. After 9.84 years of giving more than I had to give to this company, I was done. In my heart of hearts, I knew it was the right decision. I just wished someone could tell me that for sure.
When I finally settled on the couch, something made me think of the book in my purse. I grabbed it out, turned my iPod on for background noise and started reading. Maybe there really was a message in there for me.
At one point in the book, Doreen talks about how to ask Archangel Michael for a sign of his presence. She says Michael will almost always respond immediately, if you’re paying attention. So, I repeated the little passage in the book asking for a sign and continued reading. About 3 or 4 minutes later, the song playing on my iPod caught my attention. Up to that point, I had pretty much tuned the music out completely.
Now, before I go on, let me just tell you that I have over 4,000 songs on my iPod. Most of these have zero plays. If I like a couple songs on an artist’s album, I will usually just download the whole thing. This really makes no sense since I add the songs I already know to my Favorites playlist and don’t listen to anything but my Favorites playlist. Except on this particular day. In my foggy state of mind, I must have cued up the entire song list because I had never heard the song playing at that moment.
The song? Talking To My Angel by Melissa Etheridge.
Cross my heart.
I tuned in just as she was singing, “I’ve been talking to my angel and he says that it’s alright.” My whole body got goosebumps. I jumped off the couch and ran over to my iPod to see what song it was. And then I restarted it and listened to the whole song from the beginning. By the time it was over, I was bawling again. This time it was tears of relief because I felt certain this was a message from Michael and he was telling me it was alright. I can’t explain the feeling that I had at that moment other than to say it was a total sense of connection and safety.
I went to bed that night and slept like a rock. And at 2pm the following day, I delivered the news that I was leaving. Everything after that was a whirlwind and even though I had moments of anxiety, I remembered what that sign I received said…it’s alright. And you know what? It was alright. And it is alright. And it will be alright.
And we all lived happily ever after. The End.
So, that’s my story. I’ve ask for and received many signs in my life, both before and after this particular experience. But this one was different. It was immediate and it was crystal clear. I had never had that happen before.
Now I know there are some of you out there laughing this off as nonsense or chalking it up to coincidence. I told you we were going woo-woo in this post. For just a minute though, put your cynical side away and imagine the possibility that it really was a sign. That there is a higher power looking out for us and sitting on the sidelines just waiting to help. And all I had to do was ask for it and then look for it. Crazy, huh?
As you may have gathered from my I believe. post, I’m a believer in most things until you prove to me they don’t exist. In this case though, it’s more a sense of knowing than believing. Hard to explain but if you’ve ever had a similar experience, you understand what I mean. If you haven’t had anything like this happen to you, simply ask for a sign and then look for it.
And if you’re impatient like me, make sure you ask Michael.
Until next time LiliBeaners, I’ll be talking to my angel… I suggest you do the same!