There was little about sitting in a bucket seat I found physically pleasurable especially after driving several hours in one. This extended sojourn began in Dana Point, CA and found finale in the San Francisco Bay Area. To endure I practiced all sorts of micro-movements, gentle swaying and improvised ‘Toyoga’ positions to competing sounds of gusting wind on interstate 5 and iTom Labs’ CD Atomic Consciousness. Adding prayers to my car dance I was mindful and grateful for the means, equipment and ability to drive, “Thank you. Thank you.” My gratitude increased with each progressive mile under the post-midnight and semi-rural, dark blue, star-speckled sky. She was beautiful if not magical. I loved it!
Still unfamiliar with the geography of my new neighborhood – I’d just moved and since I’d been traveling frequently to be in service and teach – landmarks and street names had great value yet little recognition for me. As I neared the highway exit bringing me closer to home my guides delivered a message, “I’ll be pulled over.” Upon hearing this I became unusually excited, instinctively checked my current speed and felt confident I was following the rules of the road. Maybe 3 minutes later sure enough I saw brilliant lights – red, blue, white – flashing from behind my trusty Japanese import. Funny I still I had, albeit a brief, ‘human moment’ wondering if the police car was for me. In that moment of internal processing. I remembered a message my guides gave me several months before: “When I get to California I’m going to help a local police department solve a murder case. Contact the chief when I arrive.” My excitement grew instantly. This was perfect!
The officer had that patented ‘I’m a cop even when out of uniform’ swagger. “Ma’am, have you been drinking?” he nudged. “No sir, I don’t drink.” Apparently in the dark of night in semi-rural-ville splendor I had exited the unlit and quiet highway from or to the wrong lane? Oh. “Were you on your cell-phone?” Hearing this question I rejoiced taking it as confirmation: I was back in California! My phone had been turned-off, in my purse and in the passenger seat for hours. “No sir”, I assured him. “Yet I am very glad to meet you.” This perhaps surprised him? Excitedly I shared with him what I did as my life’s work/soul purpose, how my guides had just told me this meeting between us would take place then requested his captain’s contact information, please?
When the words, “psychic medium” were absorbed by his conscious mind the expression on his face was priceless. His response, and the delivery of it, was poetry, “May I see your driver’s license, registration and proof of insurance?” The officer’s shadow followed his swaggering footsteps back to his American-made cruiser. Moments later his patrolling partner joined him to return my identifying paperwork. I’m not sure why this was necessary. Perhaps he’d been sitting a long time too? The officer asked me to be careful on the drive back home, “We wouldn’t anything to happen to you.” Before leaving we exchanged contact information. I suppose the officer was being protective when he spoke of his commander, “He is a very busy man and may not get back to you for a month.” My guides chimed in informing me that the commander would contact me the following day. I thanked him and made way to my toothbrush, flannel-sheets and cosmic travels.
Some moment in-between morning meditation and a homemade raw tru-ogranic super-food breakfast smoothie boosted with positive vibrations from sacred geometry and loving intention I received the call. Following introductions the voice on the phone confessed he didn’t know what I was available for or open to yet he had an un-solved murder case and wondered if I could or would be willing to help. Absolutely!
We met in person at the station. “The station”, that’s vague, eh? Perhaps this is a good moment to share that due to the nature of the case, combined with my client-confidentiality practice, names, places and badge numbers aren’t included? His demeanor was very kind his energy excited, warm and ‘open’, his attire was standard jacket and tie, trousers ankle-length - I could glimpse socks - and his hairstyle, shorn geometrically, was very “Joe Friday”. Pleasantries exchanged, his questions about the process were intelligent, thoughtful and sincere. The ‘download’ from my guides I began to receive about the case were immediate and plentiful. A visit from someone who had crossed also occurred. “Commander Joe” who didn’t expect us to work during that visit had to excuse himself to retrieve the case file. I took notes of the information I was receiving ready to convey them to “Joe” upon his prompt return. He was very skilled at introducing new evidence or people involved or thought to be involved and asking questions in response to what I was being shown from my guides to relay. Our interactive process was so smooth an on-looker could have thought we’d done this together before. I was very happy with our flow and after two-and-one-half-hours felt pretty complete with the initial chapter.
Set to leave and re-hydrate my body – I consume a lot of water before, during and after channeling/working – “Joe” thanked me for my time and confirmation of his own senses, said he definitely had his homework, direction and much new and significant information to consider. We shook hands in kindness and as an afterthought he asked, “What happens next? Do I just call you again?” Quick to offer a response my guides instantly showed me an iconic pop-culture symbol synonymous with Bob Kane, one used by the fictional character Commissioner Gordon, so I went with it. “Yes, just throw up the ‘Bat Signal’ and I’ll be here. I’m happy to help.
In reflection: as unusual as it may seem to be excited about being pulled-over by a squad car there maybe something greater at work. Our guides are always making connections helping to co-create opportunities for us to consider. Be open to the possibilities and be present in the process to make conscious choices.