Number 1444 by dasg

I am soon to graduate from The Finger Lakes School of Massage . . .    just 2 weeks to go!  Since day one I have felt a pull, not just from one direction, but many.   The 44’s and 444’s have shown up . . .   and Alice has made quite a few appearances.

Here it goes!

I feel a connection to a fellow student.

Her birthday is April 4th (one of the four 44’s in school).

She lives in an old school house . . .   it’s haunted!

She feels connected to me by Mother Energy.

My deceased father recently told me in a dream that he wanted a photo of the two of us together. 

She feels there is a new, male, Fatherly Spirit at her apartment.

My father was an educator, worked in schools his entire life.

1444 was the number of her hand photo on my digital camera.

It came to me today, I found a photo of my Great Grandmother.

They have the same unique name. 

Crazy!

Another one of my favorite stories is from a few years ago during a workshop at the Omega Institute.  A woman sat next to me, told me her name was Alice, and after a meditation directed by Brian Weiss said,  ”I think I am here for you”.  As we said our good byes the next day I asked Alice for her home address to keep in touch.   Her street address was 444 State Rd. 

It excites me when I get reminded that we belong to soul groups that reincarnate together time and time again.  Keep your senses open for those synchronicities and you will surely find clues to your lineage.

  A Change of  Palette Can Offer New Insight! 

If you find yourself stuck in a repetitive pattern that does not move you forward try a little house cleaning.

The problem is never how to get new, innovative thoughts into your mind, but how to get old ones out.  Every mind is a building filled with archaic furniture.  Clean out a corner of your mind and creativity will instantly fill it.

Dee Hock

I recently experienced yet another profound synchronicity on my morning drive to The Finger Lakes School of Massage.  Since experiencing the therapeutic effects of a castor oil pack (YES! castor oil, who knew!)  I had been deep in thought deciphering the existence of the soul (???????!!!!!!!!) and came across what I imaged as an Ah Ha! moment when directly in front of me, high in the sky, appeared a circular rainbow (similar to the experience posted on Jan. 30).  As if  this were not enough, I then noticed an old truck, traveling slowly up ahead, eventually having to slow way down.  As I approached the vehicle . . .   there it was . . .   the license plate, 444 . . .   the number . . .   THAT number . . .   the vibration of it letting me know my thought about souls was a truth from a Master. 

The next day on my way to a Weight Watcher’s meeting I challenged my Master to be more creative in showing me the 444’s . . .    I had already passed two on the road . . .   and so it happened . . .   the lady in front of me lost 4.4 pds. and I lost 4 . . .  so there was my 444!

The music from my rainbow experience was another of  my favorites, Vivaldi, The Four Seasons… Enjoy!

www.doghoroscopes.com

I’m such a fan of reading horoscopes and so am not surprised that there are Horoscopes for dogs!

This painting from years ago… I removed the color… there it was… my fascination with what is hidden.      

. . . love . . .

 I’m Listening!

This morning while watching the local news the number 44 popped out at me… the number on the back of a man about to jump into Lake Ontario for his annual arctic plunge…  Soon after I used my cell phone to pick up messages from our home phone…  I can’t tell you how many times before I have punched in the letter H to get the number on my contact lists …  today there it was… H hit 2x is 44…

A week ago a friend directed me to an astrology web site… I punched in my information… the coordindates of my place of birth include 4n 44.

2 days ago a scheduled appointment was unexpectedly cancelled… after deciding to just to go with the flow… the flow led to a 44.

Julie’s presence (a passenger on fated Flight 3407) started showing up as the Master Number 44, a gift that materializes heaven on earth, I imagine as a sign of love.

And 444… well, that number has been with me forever… my birth place (which I just discovered), my SS number, my son’s birth time, and since 2001… EVERYWHERE!

The language of our soul is vibrational…  Julie vibrates with the number 44… the presence of my masters (angels) vibrates at 444.

Listen to the language of your soul…

Winter Angel Mt. Hope Cemetery

It has been almost a year since I lost my sister-in-law in that horrific plane crash.  I’ll always remember the phone call in the middle of the night and the images on TV that filled every nerve in my body with indescribable pain and confusion.  The families huddled together day after day in Buffalo, part of the slow process of gathering information, along with the experts, in attempts to piece together the puzzle of why?  And so now it has been confirmed… what had been hinted at from the get go… the crash had nothing to do with weather or plane design…  it had everything to do with improper training and disregard for proper protocol…  The pilot and co-pilot blundered… one mistake after another.  They had many opportunities to recover… but, they did not.

I feel sad as the anniversary draws near.  We miss you Julie.

The “Wolf Moon” is the Fullest and Brightest Moon of 2010

I have been experiencing a lovely floating lately with our Shiatsu classes.  Shiatsu is a massage technique based on Traditional Chinese Medicine, using the same 12 meridians that are used in acupuncture.

This massage modality combined with the arrival of the fullest of full moons has me transported . . .  out of body, euphoric, joyful!

Feeling connected with the energy world continues to delight me with synchronistic experiences.

Something was weighing heavily on my mind driving to school a few days ago.  I felt compelled to make that one last phone call to put the issue to rest.  After making the call I instantly felt a rush of peace and joy wash over me while at the same time having the feeling that I could drive forever.  I grabbed a CD from a case not knowing what it would be, popped it into the CD player . . .   there was an instant that I took my eyes off the road . . .

. . .   as I looked up my senses were treated by Pachebel’s Canon in D major and an astonishing vertical rainbow.

And 44 continues to flood my days as if it were the only number in existance.  Thank you Julie for this amazing gift.

Enjoy!

This Mornings Crescent Moon

Last week at school our Anatomy & Physiology teacher decided to make a point and arranged our small class of 26 in a circle from youngest to oldest.   . . .  you have just a few short months left (Finger Lakes School of Massage), it will fly by  . . . 

 . . .  take advantage of this opportunity to learn from each other . . .

  . . .   there’s much to be learned from the elders . . . 

I have the distinct distinction of being the eldest of  the elders at 56, the youngest being 18! 

The message for me was magical…  and profoundly spiritual…  Those synchronistic somethings had already been surfacing so I knew there were three students with April 4th birthdays.  That’s three 44’s.  Our teacher sat down with just one student between us and said  . . .   I’m 44.

Whoooooooooooooo!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s four 44’s or 444.  At that moment I was surrounded by my own spiritual teachers, my Masters, and I knew that this teacher here on earth was speaking from her heart of something profound.