I had barely blown out the last candle when I knew I had to go back to Mt. Shasta. There was a growing gravitational pull. Everything started coming up “Shasta.” Emails from people connected to Mt. Shasta. Pictures of me on Mt. Shasta. A photo of a powerful spot on the mountain where I had gotten a first glimpse into my galactic heritage — orbs appeared right above the place where I had been.
And when I called an office with a routine question, it was answered by someone named . . . Shasta.
So I contacted the woman I had stayed with a few weeks before. She said it was too bad; she had just rented the room for 6 months to someone else. I was disappointed, but I knew it was a minor wrinkle. Although the rental market in Shasta is very tight, I knew I would be staying there soon.
Two days later, the woman called back to say that already the renter hadn’t worked out and was leaving that day! Was I interested? Yes! But as we talked more, the dates didn’t match up. It was back to “no.” I hardly batted an eye; the trust-ometer was registering high. Of course, a few days later, she called to say that renovations at the house had been delayed -- our schedules now meshed perfectly! All in alignment: guidance, trust, flow and seeming obstacles dissolved. Back to Shasta I went!
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