Last October, I saw 888 everywhere. That’s the angel number for money and when I see it, I know my spirit team is telling me some money is coming my way. The first week of November two huge checks practically fell out of a clear blue sky, a refund I never hoped to see.
My spirit team is good about letting me know what’s coming up. I’ll see 555 if a positive change is on its way. Or 222 if I need to stay positive because life is unfolding exactly the way it should. Or 999 if something is about to end.
Then I suddenly experienced a loss. After communicating daily for years with a close friend, I was ghosted but hadn’t seen a single 999 anywhere and I railed at my spirit team. What the actual f*@&! Not cool, guys!
A few weeks later, on a British detective show I was watching, one of the characters looked like he was eating a Spam sandwich. I yelled to my husband, “I think dude’s eating a Spam sandwich!” And just to put an exclamation point on the subject, another character in the show said, “You’re eating a Spam sandwich?”
How often does Spam come up? Do you think my spirit team was trying to send me a message? Do you think I was bright enough to put two and two together and look in my email’s spam folder? Me, the one who is always telling people to watch for signs? The one who says to develop a lexicon with your guardians, guides and angels?
Sometimes we’re so attached to our pain that we can’t see the bright neon arrow pointing us to the answer.
When I finally (finally) checked my spam folder, I discovered that I hadn’t been ghosted and I hadn’t suffered a devastating loss after all. So many tears were shed for nothing.
The moral of the story is: pay attention to the synchronicities in your life. They’re not random. They’re not your guides having a laugh at your expense.
Keep following those breadcrumbs. Life is more magical than you believe.
