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...