texting“I would love to know what Sanaya was talking about,” a follower in St. Louis wrote, “in the latest session when they said they played with your phone.”

Okay. Here goes: I had been enjoying lunch with a friend at Panera. She mentioned something that a friend of hers was planning to do that had the potential to disrupt her life and possibly mine. Without asking permission and clearly without thinking, I picked up my phone and began composing a text to this person. I recognized “The Commander” jumping into action, and I knew by the clenched feeling in my gut that I should not be butting in, but I was in automatic.

Just as I was about to type something that was not any of my business, my iPhone’s screen blinked, and a huge block of text inserted itself into the body of the text. I had not pressed any unusual keys. The extra paragraphs seemingly inserted themselves. When I read the words, I recognized them as information I had received from a fellow intuitive during a session over a month earlier. I had transcribed her words and saved them to my computer, not my iPhone. The lengthy message centered on the fact that I (we) are never alone, and that our guides are always within our field of consciousness.

My mind raced as I tried to figure out how that large block of highly relevant text had appeared. My brain said this was technologically impossible. My heart knew it was clearly the work of Spirit, for whom playing with electronics is child’s play. I had no doubt that my guides were sending me a very strong and relevant message: “We’ve got this under control. Let us handle this.”

The message was so clear that I immediately hit “cancel” and put my phone away. Sure enough, the incident my friend feared never materialized. It was a non-event. Had I taken matters into my own hands and tried to control the situation, I’m sure I would have regretted it. promotion2Once again my Team, Sanaya, protected me.

Right now I’m dealing with a little family situation. (Is there anyone out there who isn’t?) There is a part of me, known as ego, which keeps nudging me to pick up a phone and do things to control the outcome. Each time I remember that texting incident, and I tell ego to go sit in the corner. Spirit has this well in hand. There are lessons to be learned here—which is why our family members are our greatest teachers. If I let ego have its way, I may miss  a growth opportunity for myself or someone else that I can’t see with limited human eyesight.

This is a new way of thinking for me from a decade ago, which is about the time I put my commander’s hat on a shelf. As much as I liked that hat, I rather enjoy the freedom of letting my hair down … short as it is.