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...