My Adventures with
Personal Stories of Working with Subtle Energies
In the mid-nineties, there were a lot of timeline changes and the timelines seemed to change in fragments. There were times when I would be on one timeline, and a family member, like my husband, would be on another timeline. Things were not lining up. One of the ways this got fixed was to create a place that could serve as a type of bridge to bring mismatched timelines together. This way, it there was a logical and physical method to bring disparaging timelines back together. Let me share one of the events where our timelines were mismatched and needed to come back together.
My husband was on a business trip to Atlanta and asked me to pick him up at the SLC airport when he returned home. He gave me the details of his return flight; the date, time, flight number for his Delta flight. On the day of his return flight, I called the airport to find out if the plane was arriving on time but was informed there was NO flight with that number, and NO flight coming in from Atlanta. None. "Is there another flight coming in around that time of night?" I ask. No, I was told. There are no flights coming in on Delta at that time of night.
I then checked other airlines to see if they had flights coming in. They didn't either.
I wondered if I should go to the airport to pick him up, because it was obvious there were no flights. But I decided to go to the airport anyway. I went and waited in the terminal, looking up at the arrival board. No flights on the board at all. It was midnight. The minutes tick away and I just sat there looking and hoping the board was wrong.
Finally, I saw a man walking down the concourse carrying a briefcase with a coat draped over his arm. I can tell by his walk it is my husband. He has arrived! I don't know how he got here or where he came from, but he is here, just like he said he would be. I also notice there is not the usual swarm of exiting passengers that comes with a returning 747 flight. He is walking alone, his shoulders slightly drooped looking tired with an almost preoccupied and empty stare. He sees me, smiles, and we finally get to share a loving embrace.
I ask him about his flight and where all the other passengers are? He had no idea. He only knew he was now home. I realized it doesn't matter how he got here, just that he is back. He is home and we are now whole once again.
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