It was the twinkle in his eye that I noticed first, that undeniable spark that flowed through his being and into the world to shine light upon this earth. He walked with clarity and power. Did I imagine him cutting through the ethers and walking toward me or was he an apparition that I created for my own reasons? The line between illusion and reality can sometimes become a bit blurry. I was leaving LA and sat at the airport with all the other travelers waiting for my chariot to arrive. I am not a big fan of traveling by air but how else was I to get back to the east coast? It was going to be a long six-hour flight so I decided to just hunker down and go mindless for a while. Out of my travel bag I pulled out a scarf that I was knitting for a boyfriend at that time. The scarf was never finished and the boyfriend was dumped … but I digress. There I sat knitting like a little old granny, trying to pretend that I was anywhere else but LAX, Terminal C. The more I think about it, the more I can safely say that I felt his presence first. There was something about his whole aura that made him stand out from the crowd and made me realize that he was not of this earth and if he was, he was living a different life than mine. He walked with grace, a kind of glide that said; “I am content with the moment and myself”. I wondered if anyone else noticed him and rather assumed not because he was there for one purpose and one purpose only. He was there to meet me or rather to come close and share his energy, so I was not the least bit surprised when he took the seat right next to me. It was reserved for him. We greeted each other as equals in this moment of time, dispensed with the platitudes and got down to a discussion about choices, roads that we had traveled and the knowledge that we gained from our choosing. Never once did we ask each other what we did for a living or where we lived. His talk with me was allegorical in nature, metaphors that truly could have been taken on so many different levels but of course my understanding was from the heart and he knew that. Meanings and assumptions were transferred by subtle inferences and intonations. It was as if my soul was ravaged but now was slowly being nourished, filled to the brim with prana. I don’t really remember him getting up to leave. For that matter, I don’t remember gathering my belongings or boarding the plane. When I finally became cognizant of my surroundings I realized that I was in my seat and we were getting ready for take off. Was he on this flight I wondered? Where did he go? Did he board this plane? All of a sudden it became too much to think about. I felt as if I had had an encounter with Infinity and I was tired. I looked around the plane to find any available seats that were not taken and noticed some empty ones in back. After the plane had taken off and we were safely winging our way to the Big Apple, I scrambled to the empty seats before anyone else got to them, threw a warm blanket over myself and fell fast asleep. I was awakened by the noise of the landing gear being dropped and locked into place and a friendly attendant telling me that it was time to land. I sat upright with a start, buckled my seat belt around my waist and felt a little uneasy about the fact that six hours had passed and I was aware of nothing. As I sat wondering where I had been for the duration of the flight, I noticed a piece of paper lying there on my bags. I picked it up and started to read. This is what it said; “Dearest Angel, it does not surprise me that you have captured the only four available seats left on the plane. I saw you in the lounge, knitting away like a fair maiden and now find you sleeping as an innocent child. Your power is great and your heart is open. May you travel the roads ahead with love and wisdom, harnessing the power that you have at your command. You will live a life of importance and meaning. Godspeed.” I looked up and searched the plane but couldn’t find him. With my heart pounding I quickly deboarded and began to scour the airport. I swear my mission was to find him and see him in the flesh. My scientific mind wanted proof that he was a man but my heart danced in excitement knowing that I had just experienced greatness. He simply wasn’t to be found. I stood at that luggage carousel watching the bags go round and round while waiting for him to claim his, but I waited in vain. He was gone … or didn’t exist … or a little bit of both. I truly can’t tell you what happened that day but I felt as if I had touched something amazing and alive and although “he” was the catalyst, the greatness that I felt was inside of me and all he did was point the way.
About the Author: Deborah Taylor is a writer and a communicator. She bridges the connection between Human and Spirit by sharing observations of energetics and articulating her journey. For more from Deborah, visit her website.