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An Akashic Construct participant writes
– August 16, 2008.
A little while ago, my husband had an astonishing
experience, which changed his entire spiritual beliefs in one go . .
. well . . . just about ! He’s happy enough for his experience
to be known. Bless him, he said he’d prefer for me to write it,
as I write a little better than he does, otherwise he would have written
it himself.
In the past (I have to tell you) he always dismissed my remarks about
number prompts and Midwayers being everywhere, and always ready and
willing to help us. But millions of folk can’t be wrong, I used
to say.
Around the time we moved to our new location, Phil was working with
a firm that did most roadworks, including the upkeep of the two main
roads (the N198 and N195) on this island of Corsica. On this particular
day, his job was to stand in the middle of the road with a STOP/GO sign,
as the hedge-trimming truck, taking up half of the road, slowly cut
away all the overgrown greenery, and tree branches. (A few kilometres
behind was another colleague with a similar STOP/GO sign.)
Phil had been doing this job for almost 2 weeks already, and felt much
more confident as he was now used to it. However, he woke up on that
morning with a funny feeling, but he ignored it. Almost from the minute
he picked up his sign, he started to see many number prompts, and it
was only 5 o’clock in the morning. He saw too many prompts to keep
count of ! They were mostly 1111, 111 and 444. By 10 AM he was starting
to become quite nervous. It didn’t feel as if the Midwayer’s
were simply trying to get his attention to say, ‘hello’ or
anything lighthearted. So, throughout the rest of that working day,
Phil was on guard.
Work finally finished and his guard was down. He already anticipated
having a cool dip in one of the natural pools before coming home. He
had to walk on the main road for a short distance to get to his car.
A huge lorry was slowly coming towards him, but there was plenty of
space on the road. Suddenly a very clear and commanding voice warned
him urgently: “Phil ! Get onto the grass verge now !”
It was the kind of voice one didn’t hesitate to obey, and he did
exactly as the voice had ordered, despite the grass verge being quite
uncomfortable and difficult to walk on. Then it happened, and with such
speed, all witnesses had no time to blink ! A young man came speeding
from behind, seemingly out of nowhere, smashed into the lorry, and ended
up in a bit of a mess at the exact point where Phil had only moments
earlier been standing !
The lorry driver later told Phil how he’d noticed Phil jumping
onto the verge and found that a little strange. Then how shocked he
was when the car ploughed right onto the spot he’d been standing.
But Phil was still in shock to answer coherently, saying only: “I
had a warning ! An Angel warned me . . . in my head, a voice !”
The man in the car was quite all right, and extremely glad no-one was
hurt.
Later, still in his shocked state, he asked a few times: “It’s
like what happened to you ! Was it my Angel warning me ?” I answered:
“No doubt about it Phil ! I reckon you had Midwayer intervention
! Why ? I haven’t the foggiest idea. That’s one not many can
answer.”
Dear George, I do hope it’s up to your standard !
© 11:11 Progress Group.
You lit a Flame, and it will become a Raging Fire—ABC-22.
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