All I saw were plus signs, pages and pages, and pages of them. As I inched my way through the seemingly never-ending paragraph, I prayed that my manuscript was intact. Suddenly, a powerful energy surged through me. At the same time, I felt as though someone was standing behind me. Never had I experienced a spiritual energy of this magnitude. Even now, almost two years later, I find myself struggling to come up with the right words. Some things are beyond words. This is one of them.
Eventually I ended up where I had left off. Saying that I was relieved to see something I had written is an understatement. Just to make sure the rest of the messages were still there, I clicked the up arrow and started counting. My heart filled with gratitude when I reached the top of the list; everything was still in order. After painstakingly removing each plus sign by softly tapping the backspace key, I saved the document. Then, for some reason, I emailed it to myself.
Over the years, family and friends had been insisting that I back up my files "just in case", I never took their advice. I was about to wish that I had. As soon as I hit send, my computer started buffering. Seconds later, the screen turned black and the fan shut off. I touched the keyboard; it was hot.
When I told my sons what had happened, and offered my spiritual interpretation, they both rolled their eyes. Jp explained that the computer was dying in technological jargon that was way over my head. And Thomas agreed with his older brother. I understood where they were coming from, but I knew there was much more to it than that. There was no denying that my computer was on borrowed time. From a physical angle, it was obvious that was true. But something beyond the scope of logic and reason was also happening. As far as I was concerned, that was undeniable as well. As much as I would have appreciated their support, I honored that we were in two different places. We agreed to disagree.
My mother is the one who introduced me to the metaphysical world. I knew she would have insights to offer, so I picked up the phone and dialed her number. Sure enough, she had heard of this kind of thing before. She believed spiritual messages were coming through my computer in another "language". Her explanation resonated. I asked her if she thought this could be some kind of code. She said "yes" without hesitating.
We talked for a long time before saying "goodbye." Full of appreciation, I placed the phone back in its cradle, walked across the living room, sat down on the couch, and prayed.
To be continued...
I knew better than to let fear take over my mind, but this was an anxiety-provoking situation to say the least. All I wanted to do was finish proofreading my manuscript. I had been writing with my Guides for the past six years. I was finally ready to share their messages with the world. But as I kept trying to move forward, something kept holding me back. Deep down I knew that something spiritual was going on. Unfortunately, I was not in a place where I could recognize the truth.
Impatience got the best of me. I couldn't sit still. My metaphysical self had departed to parts unknown. Needing to do something, I started lightly tapping the backspace bar. Erasing one plus sign at a time was a tedious task, but it was the only thing I felt comfortable doing. Eventually, they all disappeared. Even so, I decided to wait a while before resuming my project; I didn't know what my computer was planning to do. Five minutes passed. Five more went by. Nothing happened, so I picked up where I had left off.
The second I started reading, the phone rang. My mother called to see how my day was going. I explained what had happened; she was relieved that the issue had been resolved. We talked for a little while before I went back to work.
When I returned to my manuscript, all I could do was stare at what was directly in front of me.
My entire body started tingling while chills traveled up and down my legs; Spirit had my full attention. Gently, I pulled out my chair while I breathed myself back into my heart. Carefully, I sat down. The tingling intensified as I fixed my gaze on the screen. Slowly, I scrolled my way up the manuscript in search of my messages. I did my best to remain calm; I couldn't find any words.
To be continued...
Nothing is broken. It was a good thing that I was in the process of writing a book about miracles. Otherwise, I wouldn't have believed it. My computer had been acting up for months. Sometimes it would overheat and shutdown without any warning. Sometimes it would take me to a website I had never asked to see. Sometimes it would play music I had never requested. My head kept telling me it was time to start looking for a new one, but my heart insisted on procrastinating. I didn't know anything about computers, and I didn't want to take time away from my writing project, so I kept putting it off.
Now, directly in front of me, was a paragraph of plus signs where spiritual information should have been. And above that were pages and pages of channeled messages that had taken me years and years to put into words. Deja vu set in. I lost an entire chapter of my first book by saying “yes” to a computer command I pretended to understand. I didn't want to put an entire manuscript in jeopardy by taking an unnecessary risk.
This wasn't the first time the plus sign thing happened. I had been experiencing the same challenge for weeks, hoping it would go away by itself. But, as time went on, the situation only escalated. What had started as an occasional occurrence had expanded into an everyday challenge. And what made things even more challenging was that I never knew when it was going to happen.
My head and my heart were engaged in a tug of war. While the detective in me wanted to understand what was happening from a logical standpoint, the child in me needed to believe in miracles.
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As a clear conscious channel who uses a journal to communicate with the spiritual realm, automatic writing is something I am familiar with. The story I am about to share gives the term a whole new meaning.
Why is my computer printing plus signs while my hands are off the keyboard? That was the question I had posed to Google, hoping for a simple solution. Looking back to that moment a couple of summers ago, I now realize that I should have asked my heart for the answer. But, at the time, I was proofreading what I thought was the final revision of my manuscript; I was in a logical/rational/editorial place, looking for things to fix. There was no room for Spirit in my left-brained state of mind.
After carefully hitting Enter, I closed my eyes, hoping for the best. My search results revealed that a few people had had the same experience. To entertain myself, I read and answered their suggestions out loud.
“The key is stuck. Try dusting off your keyboard.”
“I tried that. It's still happening.”
“Hit the backspace bar a few times. That should work.”
“I did. It didn't.”
“You need a professional to check it out. Don't try to fix it yourself! Take it to a computer repair shop!”
“Wow, do you know me or what? I tried that , too. Nothing is broken.”
Frustrated from getting nowhere, I closed the computer, leaving my manuscript file open. Suddenly, and for no apparent reason, chills raced through my body. Seconds later, the living room light started blinking on and off—my physical signal that a spiritual truth was about to announce itself.
In that moment, the last words of my imaginary conversation took center stage in my mind. As I repeated them, I realized that Spirit had answered my question in my own voice. My Guides had relayed a message; I stopped talking to myself to listen.
Nothing is broken.
To be continued...