Story 29: The Category 5 Blessing

I couldn’t stand it any longer. I had to go home and heal my relationships with Layla and Billy.

I’d been deliberately aligning my internal frequency—somewhat inconsistently—hoping for something to finally break loose so we could head home to Perth, Western Australia. Yet November 2010 rolled around, and nothing had happened. I was becoming disillusioned. I thought I was going to be stuck there for the rest of my life.

And then I heard that Esther and Jerry Hicks had released their Getting into the Vortex Guided Meditation CD.

I instantly felt my bouncing-off-the-wall enthusiasm for this new alignment shortcut and ordered my copy right away. I received it at the end of November 2010. For the next two months, I leaned into the nothing field where the yes grows—religiously—morning, noon, and night.

Straight away, my sense of wellbeing began to skyrocket. Then, something tangible shifted. We’d been waiting months for the local pool to open, and it suddenly opened up. It was fantastic to cool off in the brutal heat of Summer.

We’d only just packed up the caravan and annexe, moving out from under a massive tree we were camped under. We were currently sheltering alongside one of the chalets because of Tropical Cyclone Anthony. Of course, everything turned out to be just fine. However, with all the intensity and drama surrounding a Cat 5 Yasi, our path of least resistance was clear: get the hell out of its way.

Time to evacuate.

We hooked Camelot behind the Nissan, returned the keys of the motorbike that my husband had been borrowing for work, and high-tailed it out of there. We didn’t even stop to say goodbye to our friends because, after all, we were planning to come back once the cyclone had passed.

Or were we?

We both secretly hoped that this was the beginning of our long journey home to Perth. Our plan was to head inland, westerly, away from the coast and the storm system. We drove for about five hours on the day we left and stopped for the night in a caravan park.

The next morning, the news reported that Cyclone Yasi was right on our heels, heading in a westerly direction—right where we planned to wait it out. So, we changed directions and headed south toward New South Wales.

After about an hour on the road, my mobile rang. It was that particular family member. They knew we were removing ourselves from the path of the weather event.

The first words they said to me when I answered the phone? Yep. The EXACT words I had imagined the night before:

And even though I’d witnessed myself successfully commanding the simulation before, I still got that look on my face. You know the one: 😳

I told my relative I’d talk it over with Nathan and get back to them shortly. We were both elated that the money had shown up, but Nathan really wanted a job lined up in Perth first. We kept driving, pondering our options.

Then, a random thought crossed my mind. I hadn’t heard from another specific family member in regards to the cyclone yet. Fast forward about five minutes later... that exact person called.

After our update about the direction we were heading, they announced that if we kept driving, there was a job in Perth with Nathan’s name on it. It would mean doing something he’d been really desiring to experience: driving road trains. Turns out my relative was now the manager of such a company.