I have begun to change my relationship to the spiritual teachings coming to me. I am really good at huge events that create transformation in my life. I have experienced traumatic events including a head on car crash at 100 miles an hour. Because of these events that have occurred in my life I have gained tremendous insight and spiritual awakening.
Because I had chosen huge 100-mph in-your-face experiences to "get it" I began adding to my prayers that I could be still enough and awake enough to be able to hear the voice of God in gentle ways. I took a trip down to San Luis Obispo, California were I was seeing clients and was on the radio.
I left in the middle of the night to get to the airport for a 6 a.m. flight. I was feeling unsettled. I had several glitches leading up to that trip that brought up some old issues about feeling alone on my path. There were some events that previous week that supported my preconceived notion that life had to be hard.
As I was boarding the plane I began to realize something was very wrong. Every person on the plane was intensely interacting. Everyone was talking to each other. Everything had taken on a glow of Technicolor. It became very clear we were beginning some significant event.
I fly quite a bit in my work and I always do a quick check of everyone's aura before boarding. I had the idea that if with my psychic eye if something was wrong I would not get on the plane and somehow save myself from doom.
As I sat down in my seat with the in focus intensity of something very out of the ordinary. I centered myself and went within to ask what was happening. The first thing I got was that something was wrong with my luggage. Then I heard emergency landing. I knew I was part of whatever was about to unfold on that plane. I continued to move within and be in
clarity for what ever was ahead.
A very old man and woman boarded and sat next to me. She seemed confused and he was helping her with her seat belt and all the details of settling in for the flight. I tried to engage her in conversation but she was too confused to follow in a conversation.
We took off and began our flight. Morning coffee was passed out but immediately picked back up because of the turbulence we began to experience. No one was moving around the cabin; the flight attendants were all safely buckled in.
I was in the isle seat and the elderly man next to me suddenly asked to get out and went down to the bathroom. As I turned towards his wife she said very clearly, "He has had a heart attack before and I think he is going to die this time." I pushed my assistance button and got out of my seat. Stumbling down the isle the attendant met me. "There is a man in
the bathroom having a heart attack', I said. The attendants went to assist the man. I went back to my seat and began to talk to his wife. Again she acted as though she could not understand me and could not answer. I realized that it was highly unlikely that she had spoken to me about her concern for her partner out loud. I had heard her inner plea to help her husband.
A few moments later I was asked to exchange seats with a paramedic that was going to assist. The turbulence was still bouncing the plane along and with everyone else safely in their seatbelts as I began to walk down the isle to the back of the plane. Because of old injuries causing nerve damage to my feet and legs I still have difficulty walking on uneven
surfaces. The plane being tossed in the turbulence had now become my personal Spirit walk just to get down the isle.
It was at that moment that the clarity and intensity came fully into supernatural focus. The intention on the entire plane focused for those few minutes on getting me safely to that seat. Each person held my arms as I passed them. The plane movement at points lifting me completely off the ground.
I looked down the isle at the beautiful faces of these strangers who had been for that instant connected in a higher purpose. I knew at once what was happening and began to walk.
In our spiritual community we do an exercise called an Angel Walk. The two lines of people face each other and one at a time we take turns walking with our eyes closed down the middle. People gently touch and support you on your journey. We sing, "How could anyone every tell you, you were anything less that beautiful, how could anyone every tell you, you were less than whole…"
Down the isle of the plane I walked. Surrounded by Angels and the support of my community of humankind. As I walked I said to myself, "I am supported by the Universe. My path is made easy by the support of those who surround me." The song we sing at the Angel walk came flooding back, "How deeply we are connected in our souls."
We made an emergency landing and the couple disembarked to receive medical care. The moment ended, people fell back into their own agendas. Complaints of missing connecting flights and grumbling replaced the precious moments that had just proceeded.
I however hold the memory and speak to you with the knowledge that you don't have to huge experience happen to you to be in the presence of Angels. Even a walk down the isle of a plane on a Sunday morning can change your life with grace and ease.
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