I got up at 4:00 a.m., before my alarm clock sounded. I had worried that I would oversleep, and miss the first of two trains I had to take that day. I was on my way to Providence RI, for a mini-working-retreat with coach Jeannie Spiro and my fellow Expansion Club Members.
Just as I was leaving my house for the 5 a.m. train to NYC, I noticed the clock: 4:44. I’ve heard many times, 444 means angels are all around. I was thankful for the synchronicity.
I mentioned this to my husband as he drove me to the station. “Why is it only at 4:44 when they’re with you?” he asked. “What about the rest of the time?”
“Oh, it’s just a reminder that they’re always here.” I replied.
4:44 on my way to Providence. Angels were with me. I was happy for the reminder.
When I arrived at Penn Station I grabbed a celebratory latte from Starbucks, and waited until it was time to board the 6:20 Amtrak.
Then, after storing my suitcase in the overhead compartment, I slid exhausted into my seat. The man across the aisle had offered to help with my baggage, but I politely declined. As short as I am, I’m determined to reach without out help. That perpetual drive to ‘do it myself.’
About 30 minutes into the trip, I felt hungry, and pulled an orange from my purse. Organic and delicious. I broke the orange into sections. I bit into a piece. Mmm, nice and juicy.
Then, as I swallowed, a piece of orange lodged at the back of my throat. I tried to cough it out, but no luck.
It was at that moment that I realized I could barely breathe.
The man across the aisle heard my cough. “Do you need help?” he asked.
Nodding yes, I got up from my seat, and stood in the aisle. He moved behind me, and performed the Heimlich maneuver.
And just like that, I coughed the piece of orange out into my hand. My throat was clear.
“Thank you,” I said. “Thank you.” And I sank back down into my seat. “Thank you.”
Now wary of my once-delicious orange, I threw it away. I sipped at my luke-warm latte, wondering about what had just happened. Though I had been startled, I now felt a strange sense of overall calm. The man across the aisle glanced over at me, watching me with concern, before he finally leaned back and fell asleep.
He got off in New Haven. “Thank you again.” I smiled as he looked to say goodbye.
“What a way to start the day!” he smiled back.
It wasn’t until a day or two later that I understood what had truly happened.
My friend, Tina Walsh, creator of the Journey Through the Chakras Program, listened with wide eyes as I told her my story. We were with our retreat-mates, enjoying drinks and hors d’oeuvres at the hotel bar.
“You choked?” she said.
“Well, yeah, almost, but he cleared it.” I replied.
“That’s your throat chakra, honey. He cleared your throat chakra, Marian.” Tina exclaimed, grabbing her throat.
My throat chakra, I thought. Of course. It’s what I’m all about. Helping people clear the fear that keeps them hiding their truth. The fact that I’ve had my own intimate struggles with speaking my truth is the very reason I feel so passionate about the work that I do.
“Okay. This makes sense. But why an orange? What could that possibly mean?” I asked.
“The color orange, my dear, symbolizes your second chakra.” Tina laughed.
“Of course!” I said, slapping my forehead, “Couldn’t be any more obvious.”
So now I saw what I was clearly meant to see. My second chakra, the seat of my creative energy, had been cleared. My throat chakra, the seat of truthful expression, had also been cleared.
The guidance was loud and clear:
Clear the path for truthful, creative expression.
It’s what I do when I work with my clients with EFT Tapping. It’s what I’m meant to do. It’s what my heart desires, both for me, and for the clients I serve.
Angels truly were with me that day on the train. Divine protection, divine guidance, on my way to Providence.
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