Dear Ones:
Do you have an angel number? I do. Actually, I have always seen it as a G-d number but recently my cousin, Sage, told me it was my angel number, meaning that when it shows up I should know that my angels, my guardians, are about. I like that. G-d, Angels, Arch Angels, Spirits: it matters not, just as long as I feel like someone has my back. And indeed they do.
I am in the midst of solidifying a four-book deal with a publisher, like right now, even as I type. (I’m on hold at the moment.) And I was switched over to the finance office so I could pay the up-front fees. Last week my co-author, Robyn, and I had negotiated a package deal. Today I was making the payment.
I don’t think I am breaking any angel code by revealing that since I was a teenager the number 38 has followed me all over the place. Sometimes it morphs into 138 but usually it just stays at 38. My goal weight is 138. The amount I save each month in the kids’ accounts is $138 per. It started out as $38 and then grew, through stages to $138. I am never surprised when that number shows up. I am never surprised when 38 shows up.
So, it didn’t surprise me, as we came to the final number of the up-front fees, which was close to a round thousand dollar number, my publisher said, “oh look. I have saved you $3.80.” She was teasing me. She had no idea how comforting that knowledge was. $3.80 said it all. I was on the path, the correct path. Someone has my back. What I am doing is neither foolish, nor flagrantly disregarding reason. I am walking braving, resolutely forward. How can I be all that Hashem has meant for me to be if I refuse to “do the work”? It feels so right. And as that rightness takes hold of me, my heart, my soul, my very being at my authentic core, it sends me on. Like manna from heaven, it provides for me.
As I said in yesterday’s blog, I am a very, very blessed woman. My publisher just said, moments ago, there’s an old Chinese Proverb: may you live in interesting times. And so it is. And so it is.
Many blessings and great love for all of us,
Rebba Raine
