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Today, the Queen of Joy, Velma Gallant, and I had a GREAT conversation about all things manifesting and empowerment. I’ve been on Velma’s Welcome Changes Radio show a couple of other times, and I truly love her honest, direct way of interviewing. This one-hour show is full of tips you can do now, for free, to shift quickly toward what you really want.
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
Mark asked me the other day how I can write about three or four days for so many posts. WHAT is so important? What could you possibly say for so many posts?
Hmmm, that’s a great question, I thought.
Everything and nothing at all.
One of the things I noticed the most on that trip was a surreal type of energy that would envelop me at the oddest times… and would finally come to a heightened sense of ‘Hey, listen to me!’ the last day.
This energy, if I had to describe it was sparkly like stars in a flume of rainbow currents. Beautiful, inviting and magical. I so wish you could share in it.
Yesterday, as I described this feeling, I said, “Have you ever been talking to someone and it felt like they got really close to you even though they didn’t move?” Thankfully… she said, “Yes. I know that feeling.” If you know that feeling… it’s that same feeling, but not as magnetic… more flowy and spacious.
What a sweet messenger it is to heighten the awareness!
Before I left, in a prayer, I heard… trust and go, Tina. And I did… not knowing what the trip would hold in store for me. I knew it would be good – everything felt good around it. How wonderful!
For many weeks prior to leaving, I ‘felt’… I need ‘space.’
The Intellectual part of me thought I need WORK space…
Physically, I felt like I needed more space … new house with cathedral ceilings (so we talked to a realtor about listing our house)…
Emotionally, I felt like I needed time alone…
On a soul level, I felt like I was expanding and I had to find space where I could grow larger…
Energetically, I felt like I was being called home…
Many things happened with this attention… offers for office space. A realtor who came over and went over our current house… and a week in a house that has cathedral ceilings (in San Diego). On the emotional, I created time alone and space alone… but still wanted more. On the soul level, several expansion meditations were shared, and energetically, I felt like I came home when I got to California.
It wasn’t until I was in the presence of the ocean that I realized it was my heart that was asking for beauty and expansion … and then I felt satisfied in the presence of the ocean and the beauty, and I actually stood there exhaling feeling like… ah, I made it. I felt like I could run my energy across the ocean as far as it could go and let go…truly let go and surrender.
What a gift…
and all I had to do was trust.
How do you thank God for loving you so very much? Mmmm, I believe we live fully. When I woke one day, I found myself bathed in luxury linen. A fluffy feather pillow flock, a feather duvet and also a feather pillow top that rested squarely on top of a pillow top mattress. Can you say Divine!? 
Thanks Cy!
I found myself lying quietly in bed enjoying how every part of my body felt nestled in this luxury. I felt warm. I felt comfortable. I felt safe and happy.
I looked out the floor to ceiling sliding glass door and saw the lemon-lime tree that stood just a few feet outside in the backyard. I could feel my energy flowing around this beautiful little bush and I could feel its vibrancy. It felt a little like electricity… zippy and happy. From my fluffy place in bed, I looked out and felt myself oddly feeling extremely happy and, all at once, I felt like I had been there before. All at once I felt homesick for some reason.
When I got out of bed, Cy (Abby’s boyfriend) and I sipped yummy coffee and chatted about what had just happened. Cy began to say something and all of a sudden, the same feeling came back in spades… I felt like I remember living somewhere where I had been snuggled in a bed on a porch of some sort or outside terrace, and I could look outside at beauty from the comfort of my own space. I felt tears burning my eyes as I felt even more homesick thinking about the feeling. While I let it run through me, I didn’t question its validity or truth. I didn’t go to my mind to ‘figure’ it out… just enjoyed the feeling – homesick and all. Cy said… “You’ve been there before.” I agree… although I have no idea what that means.
Thank you, Cy, for making my trip so beautiful, so comfortable and so memorable. From my heart to yours… I’m deeply grateful!
There we were…fed and happy. I couldn’t shake the feeling that felt like energy had emanated from every place in the little cafe that opened its doors to the street. I loved the indoor interior with its little ceramic and metal birds. Ah, the flight theme again… time to fly, time to fly.
Floating around the streets of Del Mar and La Jolla, we had a great time. On one of the days, we found ourselves at a little bookstore and met a wonderful teacher named N’Vela… what a delight. She looked at me and shared a few bits of wisdom that I can barely remember now – something about my book and distribution. What I remember most is her chat with Abby. I could literally feel her access Abby’s spirit and affirm her place on a stage in front of many, many people. ‘How beautiful!’ I thought as I watched Abby beam in appreciation. Gifts, gifts everywhere I thought to myself. How beautiful we are when we all connect with God.
From there, we took a trip of trust with our beautiful messengers… right, left and around again. How wonderful to play. We ended up in LaJolla looking at an apartment for rent and how wonderful it was to really sink into the idea of spending six months out of the year less than a block from the ocean in LaJolla. I had no idea it was so affordable. I had so many beliefs about what things cost in California (in my mind, I’m thinking it is $$60K a week or so from watching various tv shows), I would never even permit myself to consider this a dream. How interesting… and how exciting!
I’ve continued to revel in the bliss I’m bathed in since this trip. I find myself in a dreamy state of knowing all is well. It feels too good to be true sometimes, and then I talk to one of our clients who is also experiencing the bliss and I’m reminded we are always together… never apart.
When I woke the next morning, Abby and I talked about whether or not we wanted to go to her weekly networking event called ABRA. I felt a definite “Yes” and so we quickly got ourselves ready and flew out the door to the meeting.
The group was a gift itself. These heart-centered people had such open ideas about what it means to truly serve through business, and I got to see the world’s largest pancakes – who says everything in Texas is bigger?
From there, we went to lunch at Claire’s on Cedros. What a quaint little cafe… the food was so yummy. While we were there, I noticed this very odd sensation. This band of energy felt as if it was permeating the entire restaurant. I looked over at Abby and she still looked the same, but everyone else in the restaurant looked different.
I continued to tune into this energy and felt strands of light come from across the room where a man was sitting by himself. He looked over at me and we stared at each other for what felt like eons. I felt moved to go say hi to him, but I quickly retreated to my mind and wondered, “What on earth would I say to him?” I continued enjoying the luminous energy I felt between us, and then turned my attention back to the other feeling in the room. All at once, everything felt real and not real at the same time. The people seemed real and not real at the same time.
I had no idea what to do with this ‘noticing,’ but asked Abby if she felt it. She said no. I tried to explain what I felt, but it didn’t make any sense so I let it go.
Little did I know that the energy would come back many more times over the next few days.
Look for Part Tres in a few days!
So, Abby Gooch, CEO and Mystic Extraordinaire with Life Force Connection, invited me out to beautiful, sunny San Diego to teach the hi-frequency spiritual living (and loving) principles that were born out of our Rapid Success Experiment.
When I left, I could feel a huge gift headed my way. Little did I know there would be SO MANY! I love to share with you all, so here we go!
Before I left, a client called to share about her experience with expanding into “I am”… a simple shift from I don’t have to ‘do’ everything myself to truly stepping into the Creator role. I could feel this luminous energy connecting our hearts and was ever so grateful for the call.
When I arrived in San Diego, I was greeted by Abby, a beautiful, 5 foot 9 inch glamazon, who, with boots, appeared to be over six feet tall. All of a sudden I had an instant appreciation for my friends who are five foot nothing where I am five foot six. I laughed at how funny we must have looked hugging and laughing at the baggage terminal.
We took off in Abby’s boyfriend’s silver Porsche Boxter and the San Diego night greeted us with a cool, fresh breeze from the convertible ride.
Though I’ve known Abby for years, I didn’t really get to KNOW her until this trip. She took me to Golden Spoon for a refreshing yogurt treat – nothing too heavy after a long trip. Then we headed to her home that is a spectacular and amazing half a block across from the ocean with truly breathtaking views of the ocean. Can you say heaven?
She and her sweet boyfriend, Cy, opened up their casa to me in a way that reminded me of true friendships. I felt instantly at home and GRATE-FULL is the only way I can describe how I felt.
As I got ready for bed that night, Ricah whispered, “The teacher is here to learn.” I knew exactly what he meant, although I didn’t know what it would hold for me. Still, I was ready for the adventure…wherever it took me.
This post is in seven parts because I want to treasure and honor the beauty of the experience! Stay tuned…