The warning signs

or, Angels look out for you.

I slammed on the brakes and stopped in front of him, wide-eyed and frozen. He looked at me in shock, I looked at him in shock. I was half an inch away from him. Had I not being paying attention, he would’ve been under my wheels.

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He held his hands up in apology (his eyes had been lost to his phone). I held mine up in incredulity. His eyes were wide, face flushed. For a moment I felt I knew everything about him, the way in which the corners of his lips turned up when he smiled, the lines on his brow that deepened in worry, the slope of his shoulders as he walked. Though we had never met, I had the feeling our souls had.

In that brief, time-stood-still moment, we were both changelings, no longer the people we once were: I could have been an accidental killer, he could have been yet another statistic. But we weren’t, and as quickly as we had met, we were out of each other’s lives. I drove on as insistent cars sounded their horns behind me, he melted into the crowd on the pavement.

But it stayed with me for days.

There had been a soul entanglement, I knew it, but I wanted to know more. So as ever, the Oracle cards came out, meditation came in, and I had a little chat with the wiser beings upstairs.

“He needed the shock.” I divined. “Now, there is a far greater chance he will survive next time, because he won’t make the same mistake twice.”

“Why me, though?” I asked. “If I’d been tired, yawning, faffing with the radio, looking in my mirrors, I would’ve …”

“Because you help people.”

It became clear to me that otherworldly intervention had taken place. He had become lazy with his phone habits, and had begun to pay less attention to the world around him, thus setting the course for a catastrophic timeline. Angels convened, a connected soul was sought out, and unconscious nudges were sent my way so that I would choose to be at the same place at the same time. The scene was set. The warning given.

I received my own Angelic warning a few weeks later.

Driving along a country road in the ‘shire, of course windy and pot-holey because they always are, singing away to the Beastie Boys because why not, a red kite flew in front of my windscreen and somehow hovered as I drove. I marvelled at this display of aerodynamics. It was quite a feat and I could feel his power. I was also unsettled though, something was up. Seconds later, four smaller birds took his place and all flew in formation in front of my windshield, as if wing-ed companions to my chariot. Something I had never seen before.

I didn’t need a third warning.

I slowed down considerably, and as I turned the next corner, there it was. A deep flood that would likely have sent me careening off course. It had been a sunshine-y day, no reason for any floods. Had I been going my original speed, it would not have ended well.

To me, this is how Angels work with us all the time, sometimes obviously, other times not so, in a vast and complex dance of Divine intervention and cosmic guidance and our own free will. A beautiful entanglement of souls and higher guidance that occurs daily, yet so often we remain unaware, lost in our human thinking and our human doings.

I wonder as I write this if fella-with-the-phone is still with us, and whether he ever recognised the attempt to save his life; whether the plan worked, and whether he came back to the world and away from a screen. I only hope it is so.

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