The other day I was standing outside talking on my phone. The sky was a brilliant blue, not a cloud in the sky. The sun was beating down hard on my shoulders.
I had just received a call from an interesting stranger.
She was offering me the chance to participate in a clinical trial of a new drug to treat my PCOS.
My curiosity was peaked.
But I didn’t like it when she said that I had to acknowledge that I was not currently pregnant or trying to get pregnant in the next 5 years.
What would this drug do to me that they didn’t want me to get pregnant in 5 years?
I told her it was something I would consider. But deep down I felt a gnawing feeling.
Didn’t I just spend the last two years trying to get OFF all the drugs? Why was I so quick to be interested in a way to get onto a new drug, one that wasn’t even FDA approved yet?
As I hung up the phone, a single white feather came floating down from above my head.
I looked up in shock.
There was not a bird in sight. There were no clouds. I wasn’t even anywhere near a tree. It was like the feather had floated to me from space.
You can ignore signs forever. Or, if you like, you can start listening.
How it Began
A year and a half ago I packed up and moved across the country. I love moving and hate moving at the same time. There is something so alluring and beautiful about the unknown, like taking that step off a cliff, or taking that breath before sky diving.
Then there is that thought in the back of your mind, what if it doesn’t work out? What if I fail?
I can’t think like that, I would tell myself.
So I gripped the steering wheel and with sweaty palms made the 23 hour drive to Florida.
It was on that drive that I began really seeing more of the signs. And while at first, I chalked them up to coincidence, or my yearning need to feel comforted at a time of change, there were some that were just too hard to ignore.
111, 333, What Does It Mean?
On the long trip down from Delaware to Florida, I listened to music and counted the number of states we saw on license plates to pass the time.
We saw 42 states. (Side note: kudos to those Washington State gals driving a truck with a trailer all the way into Florida- now THAT is a journey).
As I saw the license plates, I couldn’t help but notice how many times I noticed 111.
Then it was 333.
Then back to 111.
At first I thought I was going crazy. Then at a truck stop in North Carolina, I looked up what it meant:
Angel numbers 111 come to you at a time of new beginnings. “Number 111 symbolizes the principles of spiritual awakening and enlightenment, high energy, inspiration and intuition, self-expression and sensitivity.” (1)
Angel numbers 333 took a slightly different meaning: “When Angel Number 333 appears consistently it implies that the Ascended Masters are near you. They have responded to your prayers and wish to help and assist you in your endeavours and with serving your Divine life purpose andsoul mission.” (Angel Numbers)
Fighting the Cynic
My husband, ever the “realist” told me that these numbers meant nothing. He often calls them my “bullcrap numbers.” He doesn’t say I am making them up, but he does say that I do not need to read so much into them, that they have no intrinsic meaning.
I do find this hilarious though, since he is a math wiz, and of all people should be the one to understand how numbers and values and sequences really make up the universe.
Either way, on our journey that day, the beginning I believe of my true journey of spiritual enlightenment, there was one sign he could not deny.
It came around 6 p.m. the day before we arrived in Florida. I was so tired and I was trying to keep my eyes on the road. Counting down two more hours until we switched seats and he would drive.
I kept checking my GPS to see how much longer I had to go. Every cell in my body was tired. I was emotionally drained, salty tears still making their way down my cheeks every now and then.
Then suddenly, I saw it…and when it registered, I started laughing and crying at the same time.
A little back story first
Rob, my husband, and his friends embraced the word “nag” a few years ago. And although I hated it at first, it became a kind of endearing term, one that we specifically used when speaking of our two friends in Florida.
Whenever we went to visit them, we would say we were going to go visit “the nags.” They would call us nags and we would call them nags.
We were a loving family of nags.
It’s not a very common word, one that you see on billboards or books or…let’s say….license plates.
So imagine my surprise when I suddenly notice the SUV in front of me.
It was a sign even cynic ROB could not deny! We gasped….
As if the messages could have been any more clear!
It was going to be okay. Everything was going to work out exactly as it was meant to.
We were going to go see the two nags and the two nags were going to see us, and our new beginning, our new life in Florida was about to begin.
Somewhere with us on that journey, the angels were smiling with us. Laughing with us, crying with us.
And the song played on the stereo. The one I had been listening to for months, our journey song.
“I pray you’ll be our eyes, and watch us where we go.
And help us to be wise in times when we don’t know
Let this be our prayer, when we lose our way
Lead us to the place, guide us with your grace
To a place where we’ll be safe.”
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