It seems that, the moment I was given the seed idea of having an Angel Center, perfect synchronicity became the natural flow of the day. Feathers lay in my pathway; butterflies (particularly white) would flutter around me.
On one of my special meetings with my dearest friend Cheryl, a humming bird actually perched for a moment right next to us! It is as though all of nature is sending their approval nods in my direction. Oh! Am I blessed? I’d say so!
Harry and I were making our way to the T. V. Studio where I was to make an appearance, and it happened to mean that we would pass the facility that I felt might be an appropriate spot for my Angel Project. I got a lovely ward tingle in my tummy as we passed by this spot.
Later, that same day, I found myself being guided to enter the Leather Goods Store, which was located right next door to “my Angel spot”. On entering I was greeted by Jessica Zoutendijk, the leather goods lady. We began a conversation and I told her of my Angel project and my interest in the facility right next to her shop. At first she was totally caught up in my Angel project and then her face fell as she shared with me that the space had already been rented.
The former me, might have felt a, momentary, sinking of my heart upon hearing this news. And I am pleased to say that was not my experience. I was given the reason. “Oh! You might not know this, but the store right beyond that one will be coming up for rent!” Jessica smiled. Then as her smile faded she told me that, only one-week prior, the lady, who had owned the store, had been killed in an automobile accident. I gasped and felt sadness and yet this ominous feeling that this was perfect.
Perfect? How could I feel that? Once again, Universe stepped in, in the form of Jessica, as she shared this lady’s name. “Her name was Barbara.” She said in a sad tone. My heart jumped – I stepped back and the hairs stood up on my arm. For one whole week prior to this I had been hearing the name Barbara. I had dismissed it as meaning that it was time for me to make a connection with my friend, in London, named Barbara. Though, each time the name Barbara, was repeated to me, it was not an appropriate time to get in touch.
How, could I possibly ignore this sign? “She was so well loved in this community for all that she was doing to give back.” Jessica was beginning to feel as I was feeling; that my Angel Project had even more meaning now.
I stepped out into the glorious sunlit day and slowly walked to the doorway of Barbara’s shop. With the warmth of the sun on my back I quietly surveyed all the goods, still on display in the windows of her shop. I had never met Barbara and yet I felt a strange connection to her. I imagined her having placed all of these treasures in the window to encourage passers by to enter her store.
I found myself saying out loud, “If this special place is supposed to be the home of my Angel project, please give me a sign.” The next moment my eyes were diverted to the extreme right corner, of the very top shelf, in the far right-hand window. There, balancing close to the edge of the shelf was an oversized butterfly ring with beautiful, delicately colored, stones. I felt that familiar warm tingle in my tummy and knew, without hesitation, this was my sign.
Just then my cell phone rang out. My friend Dianne spoke, “What ya doin’?” “ Oh! I am standing in front of, what I now know is going to be, the home of “My Angel Project”.”
“Stay where you are!” Dianne said excitedly, “I want to meet you there! I’ll be right there!” I stood there with my eyes on the corner, of the street that, I knew she’d be coming round. I played a game with myself, predicting that she’d be the second person to come around the corner. She was!
We had no sooner met than I looked up and there, right beside me was a young man, about 30 something and he was looking intently at me as he said, “Why are you here? What are you doing here?” I felt a little taken aback, “Oh! Well I have a dream to create a special Angel project in this space.” “You should do that.” He said with a total air of confidence. “Are you aware of what happened to the lady who owned this store?” “Yes! It is a terribly, sad situation.” I said. “Barbara was my mother-in-law! Less than a year ago my own brother was killed in a motorcycle accident and now this. I have not even been able to properly grieve my brothers’ death and now I am having to console her daughter and our children.” The tears were beginning to show. “I saw you standing in front of the store as I was driving by and I felt compelled to find a parking place and run back to meet you and find out why you are here.”
My friend, Dianne and I each hugged this young man and I gave him my card and offered to help him in any way I could. Just a phone call – a listening ear; anything I could do to be there for him. And off he went. Dianne and I shook our heads in amazement. Did that really happen? Yes! And this is only the beginning of the journey. Follow along with me…………..