The Perfect Storm
Must be met to give life’s true blessings. My latest perfect storm was a road trip from Florida to Maine. Road trips are great fun, or at least have always been in the past.
Backstory: A friend and I used to road trip from central Wisconsin to La Crosse, which is 144 miles. You might think no big deal in the grand scheme of it all, but winters are brutal. One time we slid off the highway and nearly landed in the Mississippi River. Yikes!
For this road trip, my plan was to take I95 North. I thought it couldn’t be that difficult with my phone GPS and two large chai teas. The night before I left my neighbor in Mayberry said to me that it takes courage to do that trip alone. I thought it odd for her to say that.
Back back story: As a family, we’d road trip in a day from Florida to Wisconsin and take two days on the way back. Yes, I wasn’t alone. Once by myself, I made it from Florida to near Chicago in one stretch.
For this road trip, I left around 3 a.m. with not much sleep. I made it to about one hour outside of Washington, DC and stopped.
I realized being an empath in Mayberry, Cassadaga Spiritualist Camp, is peaceful. Being an empath and feeling the collective of DC, Philly, NYC and Boston was a whole other story. I had some anxiety. I thought about that chai tea I drank while I waited for the sandman. Finally, I said to myself, ‘Get a grip. Remember who you are – a powerful Spiritual being. You’ve got this.’ I placed my hands on my chest and found my clam.
At midnight traffic in DC was a breeze. NJ Turnpike was OK. Approaching NYC, the rain started and traffic was slowly coming to life. Heading around a curve with one driver in front of me and several behind, breaks were quickly applied. There was an accident, in which I saw in dream at least one to two weeks ago. I was thankful it was not me. After that, the blur set in. I was spirit guided.
What’s really great about this is that I was never truly alone. I felt family around during the road trip. I also saw signs everywhere in the form of numbers to include master numbers 11, 22 and 33. Sometimes, 222 and 333. I loved that. Then the numbers 37 and 102 periodically appeared.
Way back story: When I was kid and the family was on road trips, we’d always ask dad how many more miles. If it was a short distance, he would say 37. For a longer distance, 102.
I was never so grateful to make it to my destination – Madison Spiritualist Camp in Maine. I slept for pretty much a day straight. My daughter, son-in-law and grandson arrived a day later. My daughter is the guest medium for the week, and we did our Two Views Message Service. Good times!
I visited other Spiritualist camps to include Etna and Temple Heights. Whale watching is on the agenda for next week and then taking my time homeward, perhaps I95 South is in my future. I got this because I am a powerful spiritual being, as are you.
Blessings of Peace and Love
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Lori Carter is a freelance writer and Spiritualist Medium -- truly a Spiritual Being, and aren't we all.