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Tuesday, October 29, 2013

What's in a number? Sometimes a Personal Oracle



Ah, the mystery of Numerology, one of the hidden structures that makes up our universe. Astrology, Numerology and Personal Oracles are a few of the divine structures that remain hidden until we learn to decipher their messages. Though more complex than gravity (if you drop it, it will fall), these structures are as absolute and just as evident once we understand the mechanism.

In this submission from my website, Steven explains how he decoded the personal oracle messages his angels were sending – and the lesson he learned. 


Hi Ann,

I enjoyed hearing you on Coast to Coast radio!

Years ago, I found an old rusty but still very solid hand truck. I put new
wheels on it and it worked perfectly, and I still have it.

One curious thing about that old hand truck though. Some previous owner
cut the number 12 into the base of it with a cutting torch. Little did I know at the time that it was a portent of things to come.

A number of uncanny events have unfolded in my life in the last few years
having to do with the number 12. It just shows up everywhere, and now
when it does, I take it as a sign.

In 2010, I moved to an apartment closer to work (within walking distance).
The apartment available at that time was number 212. It was the first apartment available. I also needed a storage area. The only one available was number 121 and it was $222 per month.

After that, the numbers 1 and 2 began popping up all the time.

I live in Dallas, but I went to the Missouri Ozarks to help a friend of mine
look at some land that he wanted to buy. We spent several days up there.
The first motel room I stayed in was 211. As I write this, I remember that it
was in a Motel 6. (2+2+2+2=6). The next night, we stayed in a Super 8 Motel (2x2x2=8) but it was room 112! The third night we moved to room 222.

Ann, realize this, I am not picking these rooms. These are the rooms that
were offered. Sometimes, they were the last rooms available.

By the second night I was beginning to suspect that my angels were
trying to send me a strong message. The manager of the Super 8 Motel told us that he only had two rooms available,but they were on the same floor. He pulled out two envelopes. I could see the number on the top envelope was room 114.
I could not see the number on the second envelope beneath it.

I said, “Let me guess, it's room 112.”

“How did you know?” he asked.

"My angels are talking to me,” I said. "I somehow always get a room with
the numbers 1 and 2 on it".

"Oh! did you want 114?  I just put room 114 on the other guy’s card but I could change it if it's a problem."

"No, it's perfect" I said. "I am supposed to be in room 112. I never argue with my angels.

Needless to say, on that trip, I made an offer on a piece of land.

After I had made the offer, I looked, and noticed that the address was 12035,
the real estate agent worked for Century 21, and the land was at exactly
1,200 ft. altitude!

Could this all have been random chance? No way! I tell you, Ann, the hand of God was in this!

On my next trip to Missouri I stayed in a third motel and got room 211 on the first night, and room 112 on the second. That was in 2012 before the closing.

Oh, but it doesn't stop here! It just gets better!

I made the offer on November 2nd (my birthday). The sellers both signed the
agreement to sell, but only the wife signed at the closing; the soon to be
ex-husband refused at the last moment. The title agent was nonplussed at this and expressed her concern to me. I told her "Just wait, he'll be back to sign the closing. Probably on the 12th."

When that didn't happen, The title agent wanted to send my cash back to me,
But I said, "No, keep it. This sale is meant to happen and will only happen exactly
when it is supposed to. Hey it's my money, and if it's not a problem for me,
then it shouldn't be a problem for you.”

As it turned out Ann, my angels were apparently waiting for the exact date and time.

I signed the 2nd closing papers in Dallas on 12-12-2012 at exactly 12:12 PM!!
Both sellers signed it the next day in a Missouri divorce court.

I also know that I am right where I am supposed to be with that land.
It is not for me to know why right now. That story will unfold
when it is meant to.

No need to pry open the petals of a rose. It will bloom when it's ready.

Wow, this letter is getting way too long. Maybe next time I'll tell you about the day I met my guardian angel. Let me know if you are interested in hearing about that as well.

Steven Reed

Thanks again Steven for sharing your coded messages.
The day you met your guardian angel is a great story.

Keep sharing!
All the best,
Ann

Are you curious about numbers that show up in your life?
Here is a numerology site I like: www.spiritual-path.com/numerology.htm

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In her bestselling book, Everyday Oracles: Decoding the Divine Messages That Are All Around Us, author Ann Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for how personal oracles work, then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours. If you have personal oracle experiences to share, please submit them to Ann through her website www.personaloracles.com. She will respond personally. And while you’re there, check out the cloud photos in the interactive “What Do You See Section.” Have fun and exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows, you may discover a personal oracle hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a special message to you.
Tuesday, October 22, 2013

The Mobile Red Heart and Other Mysteries


                                                      I love the way this simple red wooden heart 
                                       presses against the boundaries of what we think can happen.

Thanks to a woman who wants to be referred to as an anonymous fan from Ontario, Canada, we are treated to another amazing submission from my website.

Lets begin with her original message:

Hi Ann,
I caught your show on Coast to Coast while I was driving. So interesting!!! I kept my car running just to hear it!

I too had an experience of finding a heart, in the grass...

I remember seeing this sort of frozen red wooden heart once, stuck in the grass during late winter when I was going through a particular trying time. I got out of the car on a cold day, there it was. My eyes were drawn to it, a heart in the grass, a child’s puzzle piece, frozen there over the winter. And as the snow had started to melt it was uncovered.

I remember thinking very strongly the message to me was “you are loved”
...loved by God, universe, spirit, whatever it may be.

I took a photo of it, as I could not believe it. Then I pried it out of the ground and kept it.

I find this heart whenever I need it.

Strange.

The other day I found it on a towel in my bedroom. I did not put it there. . . for sure!

It's clearly a "personal oracle" of love that shows up when I need to feel loved by God/spirit/the universe.

I've found it in the grass (on that damp, cold late winter day), 
….in my jewelry box (I go in it every day and it was never there before)
….in the back of my SUV
….on a towel
….on my coffee table downstairs  
and a couple of other places I can't recall right now.

I definitely had not put it any of those places and actually thought I lost it or might have thrown it out by mistake.

I also have a photo of my husband's deceased brother that turns up like that. 
Very strange.
It's the last Christmas photo with his son.
I find it everywhere at times.

Also when my mother passed away, I found a black and white photo of her hugging tightly my best friend who passed away when she was 12 and I was 11.
They were both smiling at the camera and in some type of outdoor green space.
I had NEVER come across that photo ever before.
Somehow I knew it was of them having a reunion...wherever they were in the next life! That photo was definitely a keeper!

Thanks to this fan in Ontario for sharing her thought provoking experiences.

Occurrences such as these may be more common than you would think. The first person who read this commented, “So I’m not the only one things like this happen to…”

Personal oracles not only come in every form imaginable, they operate outside the neatly defined margins we consider to be the norm.  

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In her bestselling book, Everyday Oracles: Decoding the Divine Messages That Are All Around Us, author Ann Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for how personal oracles work, then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours. If you have personal oracle experiences to share, please submit them to Ann through this website www.personaloracles.com  She will respond personally. And while you’re here, check out the cloud photos in the interactive “What Do You See Section.” Have fun and exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows, you may discover a personal oracle hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a special message to you.
Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Cheating Death: A Biker's Personal Oracle


Before we begin, I'd like to invite you to join me for this week's blog tour about personal oracles. Each day you will learn more about identifying and decoding those mysterious messages that continuously guide and support you. Click here to for more info: http://wp.me/P2hyAn-ap. Hope to meet you along the way! 







Now, let’s look through the paradigm of personal oracles at a couple of ways the universe works to keep us safe.

In the previous blog, 2 Musicians + A Mysterious Boy + A Cemetery = A Personal Oracle,” Joyce shared a paranormal incident in which a couple of musicians were waylaid to keep them out of harm’s way.

This time a cross-country bicycler’s protection was delivered by something quite different.

Cheating Death

Ann, thank you for putting a label on the many experiences that have guided me in my life.... some near death experiences when either moving just a few feet or resisting moving just a few feet meant the difference between life and death. To this day I am shaken by the experiences and LUCKY to be alive.  I continue to have personal oracles on a much more minor scale that guide me personally and professionally... at least now I can give them a label.

In May of 1980, I flew to Seattle to start a cross-country bicycle trip.  I rode up through the San Juan Islands of WA, the Gulf Islands of BC and Vancouver Island.  While in the Gulf Islands, I actually heard Mt. St. Helens explode.  A week later I took the ferry from Vancouver Island to the Olympic peninsula and continued down the coast of WA.  If you remember, the week after Mt. St. Helens exploded, it erupted again only this time the ash fell to the west over most of the Olympic Peninsula.  Some other cyclists and I stopped by the state police for a couple days until the ash stopped falling.  When the weather was wet the ash was the disgusting sticky consistency of mucus. When the weather was dry, the ash was like riding through an inch or so of light powder or flour.  Any disturbance would throw up a cloud of ash. 

The morning my trip resumed, the weather was dry and cool enough that I wore a jacket.  Part way up a long up hill grade I became warm and decided to stop and remove my jacket.  Next to the paved traffic lane was the paved shoulder I was riding on and then a mowed area that had metal fence posts.  I leaned my bicycle against a fence post just inches from the paved shoulder.  I removed my jacket and stored it,  then noticed a large truck grinding up the grade kicking up a dense cloud of ash that blocked all visibility. 

As I watched the truck approach, “something told me” NOT to move my bicycle onto the shoulder to resume riding. (Under normal circumstances, 99.99999% of the time this would be safe to do.) 

“Something told me” to stay put off of the shoulder and wait for the truck to pass. 

As the truck approached within about 100 to 200 feet, remarkably and very illegally a driver had decided to pass the truck (on the left) on the paved shoulder. They both roared past me at high speed at the same time.  The car on the shoulder missed my bicycle by mere inches and had I been standing on the shoulder as I intended, I would have been killed instantly.  I was immediately enveloped in a dense cloud of ash and it took a few seconds for me to realize what had just transpired and that I was incredibly lucky to be alive.  The experience still haunts me today.

This is an absolutely true story... one that I would hardly believe myself if it had not happened to me.

Now I can say it was an "Everyday Oracle" that kept me from moving those couple feet... that is the best I can explain. Actually, this is the first time I have written these experiences down.  I will give them to my kids.

My thanks to you, our cross-country biker, for taking the time to share your amazing experience with us all. 
All the Best,
Ann

Most of us can remember a time when “something” nudged us in the right direction. Call it a gut feeling, an intuitive hit, or even a guardian angel. Whatever terminology we use one thing is clear. The universe is designed to respond to our needs. Once again, just for fun, here is the formula for how the universe operates.

Need + Delivery System + Message = Personal Oracle

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In her bestselling book, Everyday Oracles: Decoding the Divine Messages That Are All Around Us, author Ann Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for how personal oracles work, then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours. If you have personal oracle experiences to share, please submit them to Ann through this website. She will respond personally. And while you’re here, check out the cloud photos in the interactive “What Do You See Section.” Have fun and exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows, you may discover a personal oracle hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a special message to you.
Tuesday, October 8, 2013

Two Musicians + A Mysterious Boy + A Cemetery = A Personal Oracle


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Paranormal events are portals that offer a glimpse into another dimension of our everyday world. This time, thanks to Jerry, Stan, Jennifer and a Native American shaman we are treated to more than a glimpse.
The following was written by Jennifer Drake Schroeder and submitted to www.personaloracles.com.


Hello Ann,
I listened to a Coast to Coast AM podcast a few nights ago on which you were a guest. I have an interesting story for you.

I understand the mechanism of the Universe in keeping us on our path. Some of the stories you told were clear messages to those involved. The incident I am going to describe occurred during the summer of 2012 and was not obvious to the participants until a few days later.

My daughter's fiancée and his good friend are musicians who had played a show at a VFW club in rural northwest Arkansas. They were on State Highway 82 driving toward Little Rock and the time was around 2 AM. They were driving on a two-lane road with very little shoulder. My daughter's fiancée, Jerry, was in the passenger seat and the driver was his friend, Stan.

I should mention that neither person had been drinking nor do they use drugs or take medication of any kind.

While traveling at night, it is a common thing for deer to be in the road and this event took place during the summer of 2012, so they were taking their time and on the lookout for deer. Both sides of the road were lined with trees except for a few sparse areas where there were houses.

As they were driving along, Jerry spotted a figure standing on the edge of the road just ahead, to his right. There was a Baptist church on the right, just past, and a cemetery across the road on the left. As they got closer, Jerry could tell that the figure looked like a little boy, maybe 7 or 8 years old. He described the “boy” as wearing a short-sleeved white dress shirt and khaki colored shorts that looked like bloomers (they reminded Jerry of a school uniform). 

As they approached, Jerry noticed that the boy's feet were turned inward with the toes almost touching and that the boy was hunched over. They passed and Jerry turned around and watched as the boy began crossing the road. He described it as if the boy would take one step and then drag the other leg behind him. Immediately, Stan asked Jerry what he had seen and whether or not the boy might need help, as it would be unusual for a boy to be crossing the road at 2 AM, especially where there were no houses nearby.

Immediately, Stan turned the car around. They watched as the boy took the last step across the road and was now on the side of the road where the cemetery was located. As they passed slowly by him, the boy turned toward Jerry, and Jerry related to me that the boy's face and body looked contorted and that the boy had no pupils, just white eyes. Again, after they passed, they turned the car around and watched the boy enter the cemetery. Stan turned into the small parking area of the church and pointed the headlights toward the cemetery. The boy was gone. They got out and walked over to the cemetery and realized that the boy could not have entered as the cemetery had an iron fence around it and there was a padlock on the gate.

Since my family thinks that I am a purveyor of all things paranormal, I got the call and mulled over this event for several days, finally contacting a Native American shaman who is a friend of mine. He interpreted this event as the spirits catching the attention of Stan and Jerry by appearing to be grotesquely deformed (stating that if the child had looked normal they might not have turned around). The shaman believed that this short length of time that it took to turn the car around twice and watch the boy might have prevented them from being involved in an automobile accident or other event down the road.

I questioned Jerry and he did not remember any wreck on their way home. After thinking about it, he did remember that this event took place the night of the lunar eclipse and that a short distance down the road past the church, they had come upon many cars parked along the roadway and people and children crossing back and forth across the road while waiting for the eclipse to come into view.

When I related what the shaman had told me both Jerry and Stan felt like it made perfect sense. What had caused them some fear - and lots of trying to figure out what they had actually seen - turned out to be the Universe, prolonging their journey home if only for a minute or so.

Jennifer concluded by saying –
What was a scary, negative event turned into a positive thing.

Some paranormal events leave us wondering what’s up!
Not so this time. According to the Native American shaman, this was no random event. It was a personal oracle. The universe was protecting Jerry and Stan – or – maybe an adult or child who was crossing back and forth across the road.

I agree with Elbert Hubbard who said,  “The supernatural is the natural not yet understood.”

The more we share our personal oracle experiences; no matter how far they are outside the boundaries of conventional reality, the more we realize that paranormal events are simply another dimension of the universe.

Dear Jennifer Schroeder, Jerry and Stan,
Thank you again for sharing your amazing experience with all of us
Love,
Ann

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In her bestselling book, Everyday Oracles: Decoding the Divine Messages That Are All Around Us, author Ann Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for how personal oracles work, and then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours. 
If you have oracle experiences to share, please submit them to Ann through this website, and she will respond personally. And while you’re here, check out the cloud photos in the “What Do You See Section.” Have fun, exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows, you may just discover a personal oracle that is hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a special message to you.
Tuesday, October 1, 2013

How to Decode a Personal Oracle

This intriguing submission from my website about an owl messenger reminds us that the same sign and symbol can be interpreted in a multitude of ways. Joy shares the synchronicity of how this particular message was decoded for her. All she needed was a heads up.

My Personal Oracle Story by Joy Marie Tafoya

My husband was planning a visit to his father’s house in Mammoth, a small town near the even smaller town of Oracle, Arizona. He also wanted to take some bricks from our backyard to his mother’s grave, so when family brought flowers, there would be a place to set the vases upon the grave.

I went to the backyard, and over in my garden was a white owl solar light. I took the owl in the house and asked my husband if he would like to put the owl on his mother’s grave and was going to tell him about the white owl story that an elder Native American woman had told me when I worked in the local nursing home as a CNA.  He said no, he did not want the owl, so I did not tell him the story.



This is what the Native American woman said to me so many years ago. As I went into her room to take her to breakfast, she said she had a visit from a white owl last night. It was outside her window and it told her that her dear friend, Annabelle, had passed in the night. She explained to me the Native American believe that the white owl flies with the spirit of the person who has passed from this life. When I asked staff about Annabelle, I was told, yes, she did pass away that night, but no one had told her friend yet, as they were waiting for her family to tell her.

I took the white owl light and put it on my brother’s grave instead. I took a photo of it. Then I began to notice white owls. One grave had a huge white owl statue that must have been two-feet tall. I looked up at the ove cast sky and saw the face of an owl in the clouds above and I began to feel uneasy even frightened.

I went home and tried to settle down. I picked up a book to read. I just had purchased a new one. It was EVERYDAY ORACLES by ANN BOLINGER-McQUADE.

Then there it was on pages 80 and 81. Ann tells of the white owl and the Native American belief that I had just been thinking about!  The white owl was my oracle. I read on these pages how the owl sees into the darkness, is the keeper of sacred knowledge and offers protection, intelligence, and support in times of transition. I began to realize that I had just come face to face with my oracle, though I didn’t know what my life transition is going to be yet. Maybe I will be able to cope with whatever is coming my way.

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Now, using the formula for how personal oracles operate, let’s check in and see how the universe responded to Joy’s need.

Formula for personal oracles:
Need + delivery system + message = personal oracle
  • What was the need?
    • Joy was worried for her own safety based on the Native American’s belief  that owls can signal death.
  • What was the delivery system?
    • Her own gut feeling that guided her to read pages 80-81 in her new book EVERYDAY ORACLES.
  • What was the message?
    • Good news! Joy determined that she was not in imminent danger. She learned that owls are also keepers of sacred knowledge and offer protection, intelligence and support. 
The decoded message of Joy’s personal oracle calmed her down and made her feel like she could cope with whatever was coming her way.

Joy,
Thanks again for taking the time to share your experience and your photos.
Love,
Ann
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Bestselling author Ann Bolinger-McQuade uses memorable stories and photos to introduce the formula for how personal oracles work, and then teaches you how to recognize and decode yours. If you have experiences to share please submit them to Ann through her interactive website, www.personaloracles.com. Ann will respond personally to all submissions. And while you are on the site, check out the cloud photos in the “What Do You See Section.” Have fun, exercise your psychic muscles. Who knows you may just discover a personal oracle that is hiding in plain sight, just waiting to deliver a special message to you.