“But life inevitably throws us curve balls, unexpected circumstances that remind us to expect the unexpected. I’ve come to understand these curve balls are the beautiful unfolding of both karma and current.” ~ Carre Otis
I’m on ‘Week On’ of my heavy-duty lyme meds til Thursday. So I’ve been in bed early every night. Last night I was asleep by perhaps 7.30pm.
What followed were crazy dreams I found hard to make sense of, and from which I kept waking up. I thought it was the side effects of the drugs. But then I woke up and clearly heard a voice say ‘This is not how I am meant to be born’.
I knew it was a psychic message, but from whom?
Eventually I hauled myself out of bed and into meditation. From there the next bit was easy. A baby, about to be born. The cord positioned so that if the birth proceeded it would wrap around this baby’s tiny neck and cut off the oxygen – possibly creating brain damage, or in the worst case even death. The unborn soul calmly said again to me, ‘This is not how I am meant to be born.’ I’d seen his mother several months ago, before she even knew she was pregnant, and it had been an interesting psychic reading. But what was her name?
I couldn’t for the life of me get a name, so I ended up on the floor in my office rifling through Client Profile Sheets, looking for the one with the picture of her aura and the little bubble of her baby’s aura out to one side.
Hurry, the unborn soul said. There isn’t much time.
So with a lump in my throat (I am always anxious about disturbing people’s privacy, especially late at night) I called the woman’s mobile number. Which was switched off.
Her home phone rang out too, and I sent an email even though that seemed pointless.
Then I remembered – her husband! I didn’t have any contact details for him, so I looked him up on Linked In, and from there found a corporate profile that listed a mobile number. I called him just after midnight.
They were already at the hospital. I hurriedly explained myself. And thankfully the father took note.
Their son was born two hours later by caesarean section – the cord looped around his neck, but no damage done. Hooray!
Their son had never intended to come into this work impaired, and he gets to start life healthy and hearty and raring to go.
So I’m going back to bed to grab a bit more sleep before my proper day begins – a few readings for some longstanding and much loved clients, and then into the truck and home to our farm for some R and R.
And I’m looking forward to meeting this child in person and giving him a hug sometime soon!
I really love my job, but it sure has some unexpected moments.
Much love to you all, ♥ Nicole xx