Some of our most rewarding lessons in life materialize in situations where we seem to have exhausted our resources. Somewhere between the physical reality and the soul’s origin lay an open bridge of communication awaiting the perfect moment to introduce itself. Under even some of our worst circumstances we present our best spirit reaching toward the next level of greatness as only the higher self could.

Driving along one afternoon en-route for a visit with my sister. I noticed a large amount of construction across the highway. As I am dyslexic I was only too happy to see it would not be an obstacle I would have to encounter this time around. I would reach my destination and ask for an alternate route upon my departure.

The afternoon was pleasant. With recent news, mandarin orange tea and wonderful hor orderves hours passed in minutes. I was all too aware of the time now and sun setting. I didn’t want to take any chances being in a new state and traffic with the possibility as always in being turned around. We said our good-byes and I left with my new directions in hand.

What neither of us had anticipated was yet another band of construction. Encountering this I had had to take one of two exits unmarked on a country road, North, South, East, West. In doing so I ended up in a town almost 2 hrs. off course. With certain difficulties finally I had found my way back to a main highway (one with green signs and names of towns). Eventually familiar territory would lay ahead. Then out of nowhere a crossroad appeared. Yet another situation which had not been addressed. I decided to go straight. The sun had now set to where lights of cars were becoming more distinct reminding me how late it was getting. Looking at the clock I thought I had to be close to my destination

As I continued the lanes began to twist and turn. The temperature outside must have dropped as I felt the need to turn the heat in the car now up to full blast. Dense fog lie ahead but I refused to fear as I knew fear breeds its own. As I continued I looked again to the clock - a compass out of character. I felt strongly a road number would appear. However, there were none. “Maybe I was going to fast?” I slowed to 25 mph. This was considerable, as the curves had been taking more than 35 mph. If possible the fog was even denser now as there was zero visibility. Cars were going steadily 10-12 mph. I followed them, as there was no other signs of life anywhere. As cars front of the line turned one way or another leaving only myself in complete desolation I had become disoriented with panic soon to follow. It was 10:00 p.m. and I now knew my situation to be grim. I had entered a region of forest. You could not venture 2 miles without another turn in store. I felt the blood going to my face and my body temperature rising with my heart pounding. My hands started to tremble and tears now welled in my eyes. People were expecting me. What were they thinking? What am I thinking? I was over 3 hrs. late. Worry became its next best friend, grief. I pulled over as to gather my thoughts. I came up with nothing but to sleep on the side of the road until morning. I thought more about the people who had expected me and felt strongly that this could not possibly end the way it appeared. It would take only moments for another car to hit me, as the boundaries of the curved road were not visible in the least. Head in hand and in desperation I decided to give up entirely my own desires and thought process. I was completely open to suggestions. I said a prayer and agreed to make no directive decisions of my own. I would go blindly wherever it is I would be lead.

It had not been a physical voice, however, internally I heard, “Turn the car around.” I did so in keeping with my promise hoping I would not be blindsided in the turn itself. Again, everything appeared blanket white. The roads were narrowing as I could feel the car tires catching gravel underneath. Oncoming traffic seemed non-existent. I might as well be driving in cotton. After what seemed hours I heard, “Turn here” I suddenly felt myself backing out of the same promise I had made not 30 min. ago. Not only could I not see where I was turning but trunks of trees would be the competition between life and death. None the less I closed my eyes, threw my steering wheel to the left and surprisingly landed on a solid pathway. The car kept going. Trees were close enough to touch on either side. I had thought I might plummet down a hillside hitting a tree head-on but after 3 min or so my front tires would rest on a blacktop road. Not a miracle in itself as once you get out of any pathway in the woods (seen or unseen) you are bound to hit something. It was this road in particular. Not only did it lead to a substantial highway but from the clearing I could see a pinhead of light just down the road. This light would belong to a very bright street lamp leading non-other to the house I had originated 12 hrs. ago.

The next morning I shared my experience with the others. Even still the consensus was more in being likely a coincidence. Possibly, however ˝ mile opposite from the road I came would have been a dead end, marked by an undeveloped area of the township as I was told as the forest trees were to closely grown together.

I write this not to impress but to express how favorably our system works with both the physical and non-physical, balancing strengths in our weaknesses and in the barest of essentials in life show time and time again direction unknown leading precisely where we are supposed to be.

In light and life ~ Elleise