Queen of Dreams Radio
That same magical feeling filled the air between Abby and me that last day. I woke up feeling complete and happy. I did not think about the time, I didn’t worry about the flight. I just knew I had received what I came for and felt soooo good.
Maybe it was sleep deprivation (Abby and I stayed up until 4 talking and laughing) or maybe it was just a hint of sweet bliss.
We took off to go to the airport and Abby took me on a glorious tour of La Jolla and showed me the Cove area and I remembered just in time to get a t-shirt for Chance before heading back. Abby drove the winding path near the beach and I enjoyed the sun rays and beauty.
All at once, I heard in a slight tone… “You need to head to the airport.” I jolted back to ‘reality’ or space and time as I like to think of it, and asked Abby what time it was. She laughed and said, “I just got the message too!” We looked at the time and it was 1:13 pm! My flight was set to depart at 1:45 pm and I had NO IDEA where were were, how far away from the airport we were – NOTHING!
So, Abby did a quick spin through another neighborhood and, after we stopped to take a photo of what HAD to be the photo op of a lifetime (a woman dressed head to toe in purple in front of her purple house), then we were onto the freeway. At 1:19 pm… and I calmly asked with absolutely no concern, “How far are we from the airport?” She told me about 15 minutes.
My mind literally still wasn’t ‘with it’ as I felt so buoyant in the delicious energy. I didn’t even think about the time in a literal sense … that is, until we arrived at the departure line where 75 of my best friends were already waiting to check their luggage!
That’s when time, space and reality flogged me over the head. I went from deep bliss to deep worry in about 1.5 seconds. Abby hopped out of the car, helped me with my bags and then said, “I see you getting in front of the line, go, go… it will be okay!”
I literally had no idea about what to think… so I floated over to the end of the line. I could feel my awareness moment of moment… All IS Well … then Well, I should have been better about the time, I’ll just have to take my medicine … to calling Mark who told me he had been picking up on me for hours that I would be late getting to the airport and “Where are you?” … and I felt myself pulled inside, and as I went with the feeling and found the answer to this feeling an airport information man, I felt myself slamming right back into ‘head’ mode.
I stood behind the elderly man who was wearing a green vest that read “Airport Information… Ask me!” and dismissed him as a viable answer by telling myself, “He won’t know, he doesn’t work for Southwest Airlines!” Then I added, “There must be 100 people INSIDE…there’s no way.” just for good measure.
Outside I went…back to the end of the departure, luggage check-in line to take my punishment. I was mentally flogging myself, recounting the many planes I’ve missed over the years as time has never been something utterly real to me.
As I stood at the end of the line… literally with 75 people or more in it… I pondered WHY all of these people were at the airport at 1:30 pm on a San Diego afternoon and was absolutely sure I had NEVER seen this many people EVER in Dallas – EVER.
Just then, a big Lincoln Continental pulled up (imagine those Looney Tunes cartoons where a big black car pulls up so sleekly to the curb) and dumped out a man and woman, complete with LV matching luggage. They got in line and immediately tried to cut by nudging their way past me. Not one to fight, I moved over – we could figure it out when we got to the check-in. However, I started to feel their energy – bad vibes deluxe – it felt like the residue of fighting…and blaming. Eewwww, was all I could think. I’ve got to get away from these toxic vibes!
I nearly backed up into him, when I realized that my body was already following my heart’s desire – to get AWAY from those people who were not very happy with each other.
Him was the little guy from the Airport Information team. But, when I turned around and saw him, THIS time he felt magical, lyrical and super leprechaun-ish. I felt myself drawn to him in a mystical, magical way. I decided to go with my heart’s direction and put my mind aside.
I asked, “I’ve missed my flight… what should I do?”
He replied as he held up his right hand with pointer finger extended up in the air, “Oh! You need to talk to the Southwest Airlines lady! And since I’m not doing anything else, I’m available to take you there!”
The golden stream of energy that I had been feeling off and on during the entire trip was back in spades. A beautiful band of Presence that moved people and atoms and energy in a wonderful, magical way.
He took me up to the Southwest Airlines lady where I repeated to her, “I’ve missed my flight, what should I do?”
Then, she barked, “You picked a BAD day to miss a flight!” Followed by a meek, “Come with me.”
I turned around thanked my little helper in green and I swear he winked at me! Imagine the feeling of Santa… the mix of fun and joy… that was him. My only regret is that I didn’t get his photo.
Just like Abby saw… the Southwest Airlines woman opened up the velvet rope and put me third in a special line. Just ahead of me was a man who looked tired and spent. He asked me, “How LONG did YOU stand in that line before you figured out you were in the wrong line?” I thought to myself Um, about three minutes, and then said to him… “a bit.” That’s when he said he had been in that line (you know, the one with 100 people in it – the INSIDE line), for over an hour and had not made it to the front of the line!
In just a few more minutes, I found myself at the front of the line, and saying for the third time, “I’ve missed my flight. What should I do?” That’s when the reservationist said, “Oh, your flight isn’t set to leave until 2:25 pm today.” Confused, I replied, “Wow, I must have really mixed up my itinerary… I thought it was 1:45 pm.”
Then he said, “Oh, you are right on about that, but the flight was delayed.”
By 1:45 pm, the original time of my flight, I was through security and at the gate. Standing there, the ticket agent told me that I WOULD have a seat because the flight was severely oversold and people had ALREADY given up their seats.
I felt a swoosh of gratitude run through my entire body and giddiness as I couldn’t wait to call Abby and let her know that what she had so clearly seen had come true.
That’s when a mother and her small child walked up to ask about the passes. She asked when they would get the passes from giving up their seats because they would need to get back to the hotel.
And, that’s when I realized… there was no other flight going to Dallas that day. In my mind, I just figured I would hop the next flight back to Dallas, and that I would just be late getting back. All of a sudden, a surge of true understanding flooded my senses… I really HAD just enjoyed a magical experience – one that came from simply realizing how amazing the world really is when we listen to our heart and soul.
As I stood next to the counter, thanking my lucky stars and giggling with Abby on the phone, I felt that luminous energy fill the room, and I realized I had one more thing I wanted from this flight. Just one thing…
An aisle seat.
On the way out to San Diego I had sat between two very nice women, but had felt like a sardine. I don’t like feeling like a sardine. So, when Abby and I left her house, I had started an almost unconscious mantra… aisle seat, aisle seat… in between chatting.
Now, here I was… the last passenger to arrive. Dare I ask for more?
The luminous energy crowded in urging me to believe… and I did. Until… I got in the plane and I was the LAST person to go in and all I could see was middle seats everywhere I looked. Still, I kept moving, and I followed the other passengers to the back. Middle, middle, middle… I started to choose from the remaining middle seats when I felt a light tap on my calf from behind.
I looked down to see a friendly gentleman who said, “Hey, there’s one!” as he pointed toward the front and the other passengers who had reached the back of the plane decided it was now time to ‘turn around.’
I looked over to the seat where he pointed, and I could feel that current of energy… and I walked over to the row, and that’s when the woman sitting in the aisle seat looked up at me and said, “I’ll scoot over … you can have the aisle seat.”
Ah… how sweet … and how divine!
Thank you San Diego for teaching me so, so, so much… and beautiful messengers… thank you, thank you!
Love,
Tina
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