This is why my life is a dream to me.
On Saturday 14 March, the family returned to Washingon from vacation. I came back to work on Sunday, and since then, lifes felt more "dreamlike."
My first and only customer on Sunday had a birthdate of 11-11. As is common right now, this woman is having a very difficult time making a decision right now. As I was trying to "close" her on the idea of buying a car, most of her objections were fear based.I simply gave her silent blessings of abundance and inner peace, and she went on her way.
I took Monday and Tuesday off and enjoyed time with my family.
Wednesday was a very financially abundant day. I sold a car to an elderly woman, who had lost her husband six months prior. The transaction was easy. She was downsizing to one car. I made a good amount of profit, and she was given red carpet service. I even drove out to her house to pick up the second car she was trading. Her birthday was 11-3, and when I picked the car up from being detailed, it was 7:11 PM.
Yesterday was interesting. I received a phone call from a customer who was inquiring about of specific car. He had an East Indian name, and I was looking forward to meeting him. I pulled the car up off the front line, and when I hopped in, the time read 10:31 (my birthday) and the clock was off by a little bit as is often the case with "lot cars." An hour an a half later, just as I approached my first customer of the day, he called and cancelled our apointment. At first, I felt myself getting upset. However, after spending an hour with my new customer, I was reminded how everything is purposeful.
He was in his late fourties. Very "boistrous" some might have even labeled him as "obnoxious." I just believe this was a defense mechanism, and his way of dealing with the "percieved" conflict or confrontation that he was about to have with a "car salesman."
I got him to lighten up a bit after about a half hour. I kept trying to get him to drive the SUV. I called Shanna and bet her a $100.00 this customer would have an 11 combination birthday. She wouldn't bet me.
He pulled out his license so I could make him a "demo" permit for the test drive. His birthday was 11-12. I went out and picked an SUV of the same model he was looking at to drive. I opened the door and sat down. I knew before I turned on the the key I would see something cool. I turned on the key and the digital clock read 1:12. I opened up my cell phone, because I knew that wasn't the real time, and it read 11:44.
He didn't buy the SUV. However, at some point today, I think he and his wife will be back. I can't wait to see her birthday.
I got off work around 3:00. I couldn't go home because Beau had baseball practice until around 4:30. I called Supercuts to see if Kathy (been cutting my mop for ten years) was working. She wasn't. So as usual, in times that I have time and dont know what to do with myself, I drive aimlessly, being led by "spirit." Boy was it cool.
I pulled off the freeway by the Supercuts, just to see who was working. The light in front of me was red. The old beat of chevy blazer had a HUGE "peace" symbol in the back window and three bumper stickers. The first said, "Drop Food Not Bombs." The second read, "Bring Them Home Now," and the third said something like, "War Kills Hundreds of Innocent People Daily."
This message completely resonated with me because I abhor war now. There was nothing significant on the plate. I looked at my digital clock and it read 3:33.
I drove around some more. Got prizes for everyone at home, got coffee, and went and picked Beau up. We decided to go get more coffee.
As we were approaching the freeway on ramp, THE SAME BLAZER pulled in front of me, and onto the freeway. I pointed out the blazer to beau, and the time on the digital clock read 4:44. I actually pointed out both "synchronicities" to Beau. Sometimes when I babble on about this stuff to him, I think he thinks I'm crazy...LOL
Anyway, I hope you enjoyed this blog....Just remember, its all magical, and you play a very key role in creating it.
You are so much more than you think you are.
Namaste
blayne
Friday, March 20, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
What Does it All Mean???
I just returned from a week long vacation in San Diego, with several of my family members. As with all things that “happen” in my life, I knew this trip would be purposeful and eventful.
In the past, my writing has focused on what appears to be “good” synchronicity. Although many “good” things did happen on this trip, I will focus on a few things that happened that weren’t that fun to deal with, although very purposeful I’m sure.
On 3-12-08 many of my family members were sitting down to dinner in one of our condo’s when my partner Shanna ran in the room with a terreified look on her face and said, there is a fire in room 409, someone call 911.
Several of my family members, grabbed fire extinguishers, water, and whatever alse we could think of that could help put out a fire.
As we ran down the hallway, I saw thick white smoke billowing from a room. A young African-American teenager was standing in the hallway with a terrified look on her face. As my brother, my son, and myself entered the room it was almost impossible to see. Heavy white smoke filled the room, and two people were spraying extinguishers at the stove. Moments after we entered the room, the fire was put out.
Smoke continued to fill the room, and I began to choke, as were everyone in the room. I dropped to my knees, crawled through to room, looking for anyone left in the room. Once I knew the room was clear, I ran down the stairs to let the reception desk know the fire was under control.
It was all “very slow motion” as is often the case when individuals explain traumatic situations.
By this time three San Diego Fire Department trucks pulled up to the condominium complex.
Two firefighters entered the building, and I motioned them to follow me to the room, because in the confusion, they weren’t given the room number.
With the fire department personel running up the stairs behind me, I guided them upstairs to the room. The young lady was still in the hallway, very panic stricken. I stayed in the hallway, assuring her everything was OK.
Moments later, I entered the room, looked at the digital clock on the stove, and the time read 7:17. WOW.
I went back to my room, and we all finished eating dinner. The family sat and ate, going over what happened with each other, in an attempt to process what had just happened, as is often the case when people are involved in traumatic situations.
I had an intuition to go back to the room to check on the family. I walked back down the hallway, this time the smoke had cleared. The family was in the room, and the condo maintinance personell were cleaning up the mess that was left behind.
I knocked on the door, and the father, an African-American male that appeared to be distraught answered the door. I told him I had been one of the first people to respond to the fire, and I wanted to make sure his daughter was OK.
I entered the room, looked at the click on the stove once again, and the time was 8:18. WOW again!
I thought this was going to be the end of my traumatic experience on this trip. Boy was I wrong.
The next day (3-13-09) my family and I enjoyed the day at the San Diego Zoo. Sometime during the day my partner Shanna told me she had had a few visions earlier that day. One was of my daughter Tehya bleeding, and the other was of my partner and my son embraced in a loving hug.
I was very careful all day to make sure my daughter stayed away from any possibility of getting herself into any kind of trouble, particularly around the animal enclosures.
We had been told by my cousin to go to a hamburger joint in La Jolla called, "Jeff’s Burgers." According to my cousin, these are the best burgers in The State of California. As you will read, we never had a chance to eat one. Hopefully on our next trip to San Diego we will all get to see if the burgers are as good as one of the Lannan cousins says they are.
We spent the afternoon at La Jolla Beach. My daughter played in the ocean, my mom and dad watched. My partner and my brother went on a run on the beach, my son rented a surfboard to surf, and I hung out taking it all in.
As dinner time drew nearer, I began to get excited about trying one of these famous burgers.
As a family we entered the burger joint, and decided to wait until my uncle, aunt, and gramma drove from their condo to join us.
My son and I walked out of the burger joint to take in a few more sights before the rest of the family arrived for dinner. My son Beau and I were walking down the sidewalk, and I had an intuition to look at the time on my cell phone. I opened up my phone and the time read 6:16.
Not more than 10 seconds later I heard my daughter scream in a way I have never heard before. Beau and I raced for the door to Jeff's Burgers.
Once again, what happened over the next ten minutes felt like slow motion, and felt very, very dreamlike.
My son and I raced back into the restaurant. My mom had my daughter in her arms with a semi panicked look on her face. My dad looked terrified, and so did my brother. As my mom moved the hair out of my four year old daughters face, I saw blood streaming down her forehead. I grabbed her out of my moms arms, looked at her feeling completely helpless, as I saw her skull. I have to admit at this point I panicked a little too. I knew I had to be stoic, because I didn’t want her to see the fear I had in my eyes.
In my 42 years of life, working in some very traumatic environments in the military, in the juvenile prison, and in law enforcement, I have never seen a head laceration as bad as I saw on my daughter’s forehead.
According to witness’s, the employees had stacked several “bar mats” in front of some steps, in preparation to close at 7:00PM. My daughter was following my partner to the bathroom when she tripped on the mats, and landed face first on the step.
The cut went completely to the bone. In my estimation, the cut was about ¼ inch deep, and about 2 ½ inches long. My mom, a nurse with about 30 years of experience handed me a stack of napkins so I could apply pressure to my daughters head as she was screaming and shaking uncontrollably.
I applied pressure, and someone called 911. I felt completely helpless as I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her. For a few minutes, I felt as if I might lose my beautiful little girl.
Initially, we were going to wait for an ambulance to arrive, but as a family we decided to drive her to the nearest emergency room as quickly as possible
My family came together as a very effective, calm team. My dad drove, my brother pulled up hospitals on his “I-phone” and navigated, my son embraced Shanna in a loving embrace, assuring her that everything would be OK, my mom reassured me, and we raced to a hospital.
I was worried my daughter was going to go into shock, so I kept talking to her, rocking her, and asking her questions. She began to get lethargic, and I began to get really worried. I pulled the pressure dressing away from her head, my dad looked at her, and I could see the shock and fear in his eyes too.
We raced to the hospital. By the time we got there, she had stopped screaming, but appeared to be getting more lethargic.
We all ran into the emergency room, where she was triaged quickly. Her vital signs were good, and her head seemed intact. The triage nurse calmed Shanna and I, and Tehya too.
My mom continued to reassure us, as she continued to ask Tehya questions to make sure she was alert.
Initially, the ER staff were going to give her local anesthetic around the wound and then stitch it up. However, in the end, they opted to sedate here because she was aware of her surroundings, knew her name, knew where she was, etc.
A plastic surgeon was called in from another hospital, she was sedated, and he did an amazing job at putting my daughter’s forehead back together.
The entire process took about four hours.
When we were being discharged, I looked at the paperwork, and was amazed when I looked at the time she was officially admitted to the emergency room. The time in military time on the paperwork read 1911 hours, or 7:11 PM. Wow again!
My dad had stayed with us through the entire ordeal. He left a few minutes earlier to get the van he had rented for the vacation. When we all hopped in the van to go home, I looked at the time on the digital clock and it was 11:17. Wow again!
As I sit writing tonight, I am still struggling to find the purpose in the amount of trauma my family experienced in less than a 24 hour period.
I wonder often why this is happening to me. I wonder what all the purpose and significance these events will have in our lives, and I am very aware that not all “synchronicity” is “good” synchronicity.
Shanna has begun to experience numerical phenomena in her life too. After it was all over, she reminded me again of the ”vision” she had experienced earlier that day at the San Diego Zoo.
All this "stuff" really boggles my mind at times, and much of the time I struggle to find the meaning of it all, and why it is happening to me.
In the end, I am reminded of the fragility of life, and the fact our loved ones can be taken in an instant. Once again I am reminded to love and embrace all of my loved ones, and let them know as often as possible how much I love them.
Thanks for listening. Please, please, please....if you are in a conflict with a loved one or a friend, move past it and get on with loving them all unconditionally.
I wish you all peace and harmony, and purpose in your lives.
Namaste
blayne
In the past, my writing has focused on what appears to be “good” synchronicity. Although many “good” things did happen on this trip, I will focus on a few things that happened that weren’t that fun to deal with, although very purposeful I’m sure.
On 3-12-08 many of my family members were sitting down to dinner in one of our condo’s when my partner Shanna ran in the room with a terreified look on her face and said, there is a fire in room 409, someone call 911.
Several of my family members, grabbed fire extinguishers, water, and whatever alse we could think of that could help put out a fire.
As we ran down the hallway, I saw thick white smoke billowing from a room. A young African-American teenager was standing in the hallway with a terrified look on her face. As my brother, my son, and myself entered the room it was almost impossible to see. Heavy white smoke filled the room, and two people were spraying extinguishers at the stove. Moments after we entered the room, the fire was put out.
Smoke continued to fill the room, and I began to choke, as were everyone in the room. I dropped to my knees, crawled through to room, looking for anyone left in the room. Once I knew the room was clear, I ran down the stairs to let the reception desk know the fire was under control.
It was all “very slow motion” as is often the case when individuals explain traumatic situations.
By this time three San Diego Fire Department trucks pulled up to the condominium complex.
Two firefighters entered the building, and I motioned them to follow me to the room, because in the confusion, they weren’t given the room number.
With the fire department personel running up the stairs behind me, I guided them upstairs to the room. The young lady was still in the hallway, very panic stricken. I stayed in the hallway, assuring her everything was OK.
Moments later, I entered the room, looked at the digital clock on the stove, and the time read 7:17. WOW.
I went back to my room, and we all finished eating dinner. The family sat and ate, going over what happened with each other, in an attempt to process what had just happened, as is often the case when people are involved in traumatic situations.
I had an intuition to go back to the room to check on the family. I walked back down the hallway, this time the smoke had cleared. The family was in the room, and the condo maintinance personell were cleaning up the mess that was left behind.
I knocked on the door, and the father, an African-American male that appeared to be distraught answered the door. I told him I had been one of the first people to respond to the fire, and I wanted to make sure his daughter was OK.
I entered the room, looked at the click on the stove once again, and the time was 8:18. WOW again!
I thought this was going to be the end of my traumatic experience on this trip. Boy was I wrong.
The next day (3-13-09) my family and I enjoyed the day at the San Diego Zoo. Sometime during the day my partner Shanna told me she had had a few visions earlier that day. One was of my daughter Tehya bleeding, and the other was of my partner and my son embraced in a loving hug.
I was very careful all day to make sure my daughter stayed away from any possibility of getting herself into any kind of trouble, particularly around the animal enclosures.
We had been told by my cousin to go to a hamburger joint in La Jolla called, "Jeff’s Burgers." According to my cousin, these are the best burgers in The State of California. As you will read, we never had a chance to eat one. Hopefully on our next trip to San Diego we will all get to see if the burgers are as good as one of the Lannan cousins says they are.
We spent the afternoon at La Jolla Beach. My daughter played in the ocean, my mom and dad watched. My partner and my brother went on a run on the beach, my son rented a surfboard to surf, and I hung out taking it all in.
As dinner time drew nearer, I began to get excited about trying one of these famous burgers.
As a family we entered the burger joint, and decided to wait until my uncle, aunt, and gramma drove from their condo to join us.
My son and I walked out of the burger joint to take in a few more sights before the rest of the family arrived for dinner. My son Beau and I were walking down the sidewalk, and I had an intuition to look at the time on my cell phone. I opened up my phone and the time read 6:16.
Not more than 10 seconds later I heard my daughter scream in a way I have never heard before. Beau and I raced for the door to Jeff's Burgers.
Once again, what happened over the next ten minutes felt like slow motion, and felt very, very dreamlike.
My son and I raced back into the restaurant. My mom had my daughter in her arms with a semi panicked look on her face. My dad looked terrified, and so did my brother. As my mom moved the hair out of my four year old daughters face, I saw blood streaming down her forehead. I grabbed her out of my moms arms, looked at her feeling completely helpless, as I saw her skull. I have to admit at this point I panicked a little too. I knew I had to be stoic, because I didn’t want her to see the fear I had in my eyes.
In my 42 years of life, working in some very traumatic environments in the military, in the juvenile prison, and in law enforcement, I have never seen a head laceration as bad as I saw on my daughter’s forehead.
According to witness’s, the employees had stacked several “bar mats” in front of some steps, in preparation to close at 7:00PM. My daughter was following my partner to the bathroom when she tripped on the mats, and landed face first on the step.
The cut went completely to the bone. In my estimation, the cut was about ¼ inch deep, and about 2 ½ inches long. My mom, a nurse with about 30 years of experience handed me a stack of napkins so I could apply pressure to my daughters head as she was screaming and shaking uncontrollably.
I applied pressure, and someone called 911. I felt completely helpless as I held her in my arms, trying to comfort her. For a few minutes, I felt as if I might lose my beautiful little girl.
Initially, we were going to wait for an ambulance to arrive, but as a family we decided to drive her to the nearest emergency room as quickly as possible
My family came together as a very effective, calm team. My dad drove, my brother pulled up hospitals on his “I-phone” and navigated, my son embraced Shanna in a loving embrace, assuring her that everything would be OK, my mom reassured me, and we raced to a hospital.
I was worried my daughter was going to go into shock, so I kept talking to her, rocking her, and asking her questions. She began to get lethargic, and I began to get really worried. I pulled the pressure dressing away from her head, my dad looked at her, and I could see the shock and fear in his eyes too.
We raced to the hospital. By the time we got there, she had stopped screaming, but appeared to be getting more lethargic.
We all ran into the emergency room, where she was triaged quickly. Her vital signs were good, and her head seemed intact. The triage nurse calmed Shanna and I, and Tehya too.
My mom continued to reassure us, as she continued to ask Tehya questions to make sure she was alert.
Initially, the ER staff were going to give her local anesthetic around the wound and then stitch it up. However, in the end, they opted to sedate here because she was aware of her surroundings, knew her name, knew where she was, etc.
A plastic surgeon was called in from another hospital, she was sedated, and he did an amazing job at putting my daughter’s forehead back together.
The entire process took about four hours.
When we were being discharged, I looked at the paperwork, and was amazed when I looked at the time she was officially admitted to the emergency room. The time in military time on the paperwork read 1911 hours, or 7:11 PM. Wow again!
My dad had stayed with us through the entire ordeal. He left a few minutes earlier to get the van he had rented for the vacation. When we all hopped in the van to go home, I looked at the time on the digital clock and it was 11:17. Wow again!
As I sit writing tonight, I am still struggling to find the purpose in the amount of trauma my family experienced in less than a 24 hour period.
I wonder often why this is happening to me. I wonder what all the purpose and significance these events will have in our lives, and I am very aware that not all “synchronicity” is “good” synchronicity.
Shanna has begun to experience numerical phenomena in her life too. After it was all over, she reminded me again of the ”vision” she had experienced earlier that day at the San Diego Zoo.
All this "stuff" really boggles my mind at times, and much of the time I struggle to find the meaning of it all, and why it is happening to me.
In the end, I am reminded of the fragility of life, and the fact our loved ones can be taken in an instant. Once again I am reminded to love and embrace all of my loved ones, and let them know as often as possible how much I love them.
Thanks for listening. Please, please, please....if you are in a conflict with a loved one or a friend, move past it and get on with loving them all unconditionally.
I wish you all peace and harmony, and purpose in your lives.
Namaste
blayne
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