by Love M. Powers
Alone in the hospital bed after the first surgery I’d ever had while being completely under. In a city away from home. Family members could not easily visit me here. But then again, none of them thought it was anything major anyway. Neither did I.
I didn’t know my appendix had actually ruptured. Not till the next morning when my surgeon came in with photos of my appendix. It had a big round shaped balloon type of thing around it. He told me what normally takes 15 minutes took over 45 minutes because my appendix had burst and they had to remove about 6 liters of infection and puss from my body.
Wow! I had to imagine a 2 liter bottle of soda pop and think three times that came out of me. Where could all that possibly even reside in my body?
That was my near-death experience when I didn’t even realize I was near death. I don’t remember anything. No tunnel. No light at the end of a tunnel. Nothing. But I have to wonder if something did happen while I was out on the operating table that I just don’t have memory of because so many things in my life changed right around that time.
Now back to April 1, 2011 when I was “guided” to stay on that plane and take it all the way to Austin for my first time ever there. Almost made it to Austin back in 2008. Now you know why I didn’t. Apparently, I was meant to go there…to Austin, Texas.
Which reminds me of the movie “Sliding Doors” with Gwyneth Paltrow. I just watched it again on Netflix the other day. I was “guided” to watch it. Anytime I’m guided to watch a movie, I know there is a message in it for me.
The message I got from that movie is that even if we take a different path because something gets in our way, we end up where we’re meant to go, even if it takes us a little longer.
I’m meant to be in Austin, Texas. This I know. I feel it in my bones. It felt like home when I got there. Kind of like Hawaii. Hawaii has always felt like a second home to me. It was my favorite place to get away since I was a teenager.
April 1st is April Fool’s Day.
I used to get lots of Tarot card readings (now I actually read tarot cards myself) and “The Fool” card is about new beginnings.
I arrived in Austin, Texas just after midnight of April Fool’s Day. I spent one week at Barton Creek Resort and checked out 6th Street while I was there. Lots of live music venues. One of the venues I popped into one evening was Chuggin’ Monkey, one of the bars that Brad Womack owns with his business partners.
He was on “The Bachelor” TV show in 2007 and became the most hated bachelor (at that time; Juan Pablo has taken the title since I think) when, at the end, he didn’t choose either girl. It was the first time that had ever happened on “The Bachelor”.
While a lot of fans berated him for it, I thought it was very brave of him to do what he knew was the right thing for himself. He didn’t feel enough to move forward with either woman.
I understood and I respected him for it. I even hunted down the Chuggin’ Monkey website to send him a message to tell him so. But a lot of other Bachelor TV fans did not have my same perspective. I wasn’t alone, though. There were some who did…but they were not the loudest.
I like Brad Womack. I really like Brad Womack! Well, at least the Brad Womack that I got to know by watching that season of “The Bachelor”.
From everything I saw, I thought he and I would be a really great match, if I was ever lucky enough to get a chance with him. How cool would that be to get to date Brad Womack? Millions of women who watched that show thought the same thing, I’m sure. He’s gorgeous. And seemed like a really good guy.
While I was at Chuggin’ Monkey during that first trip to Austin, I wrote down on a square napkin my name, website address and phone number and gave it to the bartender and asked him to give it to whoever was in charge of hiring the entertainment.
I’m a country singer/songwriter and I’m always promoting and marketing myself wherever I can and looking for places to sing. If I can’t date Brad, maybe I could sing in one of his bars. Perhaps I could get to know him that way.
Ever since December 5, 2010 I’d been following this guidance I was receiving, trusting it all the way, well…most of the time. That’s why I say I’m “guided”.
I was set on a very challenging journey where I felt alone a lot of the time. A lot of people did not understand why I was doing what I was doing. I was traveling all over the country and even to Belize, all by myself, all alone.
Alone in Austin I ventured the city and drove all over the place as guided by my spirit guides. Letting go of control and letting someone else take the wheel was a very liberating and exciting experience.
In my next blog post, I’ll tell you about the time I literally let my guides take the wheel as they took me on a ride I’d never venture on by myself to a new experience I would not have dared without being [somewhat] forced.
Alone? Well, I’ve never really been alone I’ve come to find out. But I sure did feel alone. A lot!