Assumptions and Fun with The Universe

Assumptions and Fun with The Universe

Well (I seemed to like this word a lot, I do), following intuition I stopped to pick up a bit of food from a store wouldn't normally stop at.

The cashier wished the customer (a gentleman who on the surface to be the same area and general cultural background as myself) Happy Holidays.

I just had to stop myself from chuckling out loud as the man asked in a very neutral, "And what holidays are you referring to?" (YES - ok no ill will intended towards the sweet clerk, but YES).
Aye, the Universe is playing with me.

Next a pull to stop at the "Lotto" machine - stop here - now - buy that one.

Honestly, I don't entirely remember if I wrote here about the spirituality class I went to on Halloween taught by Raven Many Voices. Wonderful informational class, a surprise at the end to me was the offer to bring through messages from spirit, deceased loved ones.

So my turn in part included a message from my mother and my brother. Wait, didn't mention I had a brother, well. I found out in my late teens my mother had a miscarriage. This would be the second time that someone mentioned my brother was sticking around to help me (apparently name designated as Randall). The story is we were intended to grow up together, he had every intention of being born, and it just didn't happen. Another one of my odd stories, indeed. Funny because growing up, I did wonder there my brother was.

So, third part to the message, Raven described a woman who was saying she was my aunt. Sounded to me like my Aunt Ona, my father's sister. Her message to me "When I tell you to play the Lotto, play it."

Hey, I always liked Aunt Ona though I didn't know her well, spent scant time with her. Way cool, she wants to help me win the Lotto, way, way, cool. And cool even that she wanted to talk to me.

So back to the Lotto machine. The ticket I was clearly directed to buy cost $3.00, three whole dollars, hmmm. (I can hear a friend's voice when I told her about getting this message - but, Lynn, you don't play the Lotto, right? - right, rarely, and for $1 when I do). Intuitive collides with Realist over spending $3 on Lotto ticket with no guarantee.

Ok, this a dang clear message about which ticket to buy. There may as well be flashing lights coming from the card itself. I have the cash. Ok, done.

 Now, what the heck kind of scratch game is this. Oh, no - a crossword puzzle ok. So, this won't be quick (just dawned on me now I was getting my money's worth in extra entertainment.0

So I dutifully took my 18 letters, scratched my way through - the word - the only word my letters completed - NIECE. 

My heart felt tA warm fullness, a tear welled up - how awesome, aw, how very, very awesome, how sweet. How very sweet. How very amazing. How did she do that?????

Then, the wonderful mind chimed, "But, it wasn't a winner. You didn't win any money.' Oh, I didn't win any money. Sigh.

The second light bulb went off in a big way. I just burst out laughing ever so loudly. Got it.

My assumption, and her actual message were at odds. I realized the message had nary a word about winning or money. The message was a much more simple one. "When I tell you to play the Lotto, play it."

Hi Aunt Ona. Thank you. I love you too!!!

Now, don't you think that I am hoping this was just a dry run to see if I was paying attention??? Absolutely. OH, YES, YES, YES. Absolutely!!!!

Do you really think what you physically see is all there is? Come on, Realistically?