Karmic Review

Last night after I turned the lights out. I heard the popping noises in the kitchen and the sound of someone moving into my bedroom. It felt as if the room itself expanded in a breath. I felt a rush of chills that started at my feet and creeped up my body. It felt as if someone was spreading their weight upward across my body, yet I could still move. My first reaction was adrenaline and fear. It took mental intent to fight that off. Whatever this was, was not there for harm and I knew that. Still it’s a creepy feeling.

I said a few prayers and finally, I found peace. I rolled over onto my belly and said outloud, please take me to sleep quickly. That’s the last thing I remember from being awake. I was out like a light.

The images were flying past so fast I’m not sure what parts I’ll remember now. One scene was 1,000 years ago and I was in the woods, I think I was hunting or birding. I can hear the sound of a wooden whistle that called to an animal in the distance. An arrow landed squarely in my right shoulder. I believe it was an arrow, because I never saw what wounded me. The shoulder festered and I died. The next had to do with the loss of a child, someone else’s child. It was my fault, it was a bad life I led, and as much as I want to I can’t recall the details.
Last week while I was working with a friend online I received a message that I was being granted access to my Akashic records. I would begin to remember my past lives and the karmic debts I am paying in this one. I think it’s begun.

Pennies from Heaven

My trip to Chicago went as expected, all went smoothly and I enjoyed the visit. While sitting in the conference room though, I felt a presence with me. I looked down and on the floor was a penny. I picked it up and remembered that someone once said pennies found are gifts from the Angels. I smiled and slipped it in my purse and when I looked back at the monitor on the conference table I saw both my name and the name of a friend scroll past on the screen.

Someone walked past the conference room and said he had this darn song in his head over and over and couldn't get rid of it. Had no idea why he was even thinking about it. I smiled again and thought, ok..who's here. I noticed several more small coincidences, and found pennies at each place.

On the way to the airport he talked to me. It was a friend who passed away a year and a half ago. He told me he knew he was going to cross over and wore his moccasins that day for the occassion. He was a construction worker and always wore steeltoed shoes.

As for the coincidences, he told me he left the pennies and they were Pennies from Heaven. He also said I had a task to do but wouldn't elaborate.

In line at the airport, he played a game of "knuckles" with me. I never heard of the game before. "Knuckles white and knuckles brown, knuckles up or knuckles down". We watched as people handed their boarding passes to the security checkpoint. He said it was an indication of personality traits in people. A sign of self assurance.

My friend was part Cherokee, and as I boarded the plane I wondered, why would he come to me in Chicago. Moments later, as I stepped into the plane, I overhead a conversation in the cockpit. The pilot turned to his co-pilot and said, "you know 100 years ago Chicago was still mostly indians". I had no idea, I wonder if that's true.

I told my sweetie about the pennies. He told me I was his penny from heaven. We love you Roger, we miss you...Life is good.

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A message translated: Acts 8:1 and Acts 1:8. And the church went underground, and the apostles waited for the time the Holy Spirit would come upon them, and they would be witnesses to the end of times.