She was besides herself with grief. Totally overwhelmed. No-one to call, alone on the mountain with no friends near. Isolated, distraught and impotent. She’d just put the phone down frustrated from trying to explain the depths of her emotions in Italian, the subtleties of what she was trying to put across.
In desperation she went up to her altar, lit the candle and found herself screaming ‘help me, you bast….., show me what I am supposed to do, give me a sign, help me to see what I am to do, don’t just leave me in this agony’. And while she ranted, she picked up her two bells she had by the candle, normally ringing them with reverence but this time shaking them so ferociously like a demented mad woman. At that very moment, the alarm from her phone downstairs went off signifying it was 15.33. She was aghast. In awe. All panic and doubt disappeared. She stopped screaming and bowed her head in devotion and gratitude. The anguish completely dissipated like she entered a different zone altogether. It was just the same as years ago when she had screamed out to God about how to clear her chronic illness (known as M.E) when a lorry passed by on the other side of the road with the name ‘M.E. HEAL’ written above the cab. And then six years later, at a different junction with her illness, begging the universe for help once again, this very same cab decided to pass by once again. Was there really a Michael Edward Heal or was this just an unbelievable cosmic joke, a sign from the outside world at these perfect moments? This time, the grace of the alarm ringing to show this unified resonance? The night before, one of the Priestesses on a late night workshop had said that she set her phone for 15.33 every day, to remember the sacred because of number 3 being so important. She was suggesting that others do the same to have this one time, as a reminder to breathe, move back into devotion, and to honour the divine feminine. Without knowing why but trusting the process, Sofia had done the same and set her phone for 15.33, going to bed and then not thinking any more of it. At the precise moment of crying out for help at her altar, her answer came. It was one of those unforgettable holy moments. She marvelled at the miraculous timing, took a deep breathe and went down to switch off the alarm. Smiled and made a promise to trust a little more and remember to stay connected.
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