Last week I saw a short little video by Neale Donald Walsh-a clip of one of his talks. He always inspires me. It was called, “See, Smile, Touch” and in a nutshell he spoke, with that great sense of humor of his, about how we no longer see, smile at, or touch each other. I was reminded of a time when I did all of the above without fear. It was the last few years as I’ve gone through some deep healing that I seem to have pulled myself in. No one seemed to be “seeing, smiling at or touching” me, so I was gonna play this game that way too. Neale reminded me of how much sweeter life was when I put myself out there without the worry; without caring if I was a little different than most that walk around this planet pretending not to see each other. Going out into the world, feeling more open and connected even before having the opportunity to “practice” what had been lost and forgotten, Life already felt lighter; sweeter.

My first “happening” was after a new doctor had just been so wonderfully sweet and comforting after a very minor surgery that took two little stitches. We were at the front desk making my follow-up appointment and as I thanked her, I put my hand on her back and rubbed just slightly, while I said, “Thank you for being so sweet. You made it easy. I was SO nervous.” The look on her face was one of surprise that seemed to say, “Did you just touch me?” as she even looked up from her chart for a second or two. Seeing me, standing there with my arm extended, told her “Yes, that is you touching me” and she smiled and continued writing. I could feel it was not only okay…but very okay “in her book.”

Fast forward to yesterday when I went to get the stitches out. Two days before, I thought of bringing her a “little nothing” to say, “Thank you.” I do that when I feel someone has either gone out of their way or at the very least gone back to the days when we were kind to one another without rushing or worry. It felt like an intuitive moment when I thought, “One of my angel creations,” but I quickly felt it was a silly idea. Not everyone believes in or is into angels. I decided some people are not comfortable with little gifts anyway and that I would just make a point to send her a thank you card in the mail after our last appointment. I do that a lot, especially when a Western Doctor treats me like a human being and not just a file number or dollar sign.

As I was gathering my purse, sweater and other things on my way out the door to that last appointment yesterday, I heard, “Don’t forget the angels.” I thought to myself, “Oh, really? It wasn’t just my silly idea the other day?” I went to grab a couple for her to choose from, not sure if I would even have the guts, but didn’t want to regret not listening. While choosing, a Mother Mary one seemed to say, “Me too.” Didn’t have a lot of time to think, I continued trying to choose just two angel key chains, but Mary seemed to say, “Me too. Bring me along.” I grabbed her, very aware that she might not make an “appearance” because I know many are turned off by religion. “I” am turned off by religion. Would I have the time and confidence to quickly share with the doc that I am not at all religious, but don’t believe Mary and Yeshi (Jesus) were either? All I knew was I had to get out the door so I threw all three in my purse.

In the elevator it was me and two other ladies-a “nursey type” and a little old lady somewhere in her late 60’s. The “nursey” and I had a little chat and laugh about how she ran to make this ride up. She then got off and it was now just the little old lady and me. Neale came to mind as soon as I started to “act” very interested in watching the numbers as we went up further to my floor. I now felt so silly and instead looked over to the woman to maybe smile, or chat. But she was studying those numbers as if her life depended on it. I did not exist. I smiled inside thinking how funny it is that we do this. As the door opened for me to get out, having to pass in front of her I said, “You have a nice day.” Again, the surprise that seemed to say, “Did you just say something to me?” And like my doctor, she broke from her trance for a second or two and her face then seemed to say, “Yes, you did” and she smiled, looking very different than just a few seconds ago and said, “Thank you.”

Short version of the gift giving in the doctor’s office:

I asked “Do you like angels” she said, “Yes. Matter of fact, I call my daughter Angel.” (Bells and whistles go off in my head.) I pulled out all three key chains sharing the two intuitive moments to bring them along with the Mother Mary saying, “Now, this one, I am not into religion at all, and don't believe she or Jesus was either, but instead spirituality,” to which she added, “Oh, I know exactly what you mean but the icons are beautiful.” Whew, I spit it out. She didn’t pick her though, but instead couldn’t decide which angel, so I told her to take both. After a bit of convincing, and my saying, “You never know. You might run into a little girl and it will be perfect,” she agreed. Nice visit. Nice doctor. “Mission accomplished” though I wondered why Mother Mary called out earlier. She seemed to have no place in this happening.

As I am walking down the eight or so stairs outside of the building, now keep in mind this is about 45 minutes after being in the elevator on my way up, a little lady quickly, without words, meets me by coming up the last two and hands me something. I take it, say, “Oh, thank you” and look up to see it’s my little elevator friend. The look on her face was priceless. Her eyes were like a “doe caught in headlights” that seemed to be saying, “I have no idea why I am doing this, but I just have/want to. Please don’t try to talk to me, just let me go,” as she quickly walked off not even cracking a smile. Funny thing though? I could “feeeeeeeeeeel” that her heart was saying something so very different. I was able to see past the fear of looking silly in her face to know how important it was she give me what she did.

I looked down and realized it was the reading material she had been clutching close to her chest in the elevator. I don’t use the word “clutching” often, but maybe she was as nervous as I was going up to her appointment. She really was “clutching” it as she watched those numbers. When I saw the cover, my heart skipped a bit just before it melted. Suddenly I, the moment, the world was filled with such Divinity and Love and Validation, that I said to my husband who was with me, “Oh my God, Honey. Check this out. Oh my God!” I then shared the whole elevator happening, Neale’s inspiring me and how I believed I had just received a “nod” from Heaven. He already knew of my channel One Book, Many Pages so I was able to easily add, “See? Normally I would think someone was trying to save me with this religious stuff. But you know what I see? All of these beautiful pictures of Mother Mary (more inside as I flipped pages) and LOOK! Look how many angels! Mother Mary and the angels made a full circle today back to me! (See photo of booklet below showing the angel circle.) I’m not at all interested in the words and won’t be reading them. But look at these pictures! THIS is what she gave me having no idea!”

Moral of this story:

Four “different pagers” still able to share a wonderful happening because our pages were close enough in the “Book of Life” for a moment. Western doctors and I don’t have a lot in common. Very little actually and finding one who was kind AND into angels is a treasure for sure. Religious little old ladies and I don’t have much in common, but we know what it feels like to need and give comfort, plus we love Mary and angels. My hub, not into all that I am (yet) but over the years believes in my love for angels and Mary. He also has a much easier time now in really seeing that things like this are NOT coincidence. While he does still have that little voice in his head, that translates on his face as “Wow, this is some freaky shit,” (Ha. Yeah, I still saw that look yesterday…) he is a believer that things like this are not just “flukes.” The best part of things like this right now, is the happiness he feels when he feels mine.

Yeah, “same pagers” are hard to come by and still what we would like more of in our lives, but we musn’t miss the moments when someone seems to have skipped some pages, taken a peek into the middle or end or even just the Index of “The Book of Life.” We just might miss some really Magical and Healing moments if we just wait for those who look and feel just like us.

“See what’s there and watch it grow.”

***Click here for Neale's 7 minute "See, Smile, Touch."***