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Real life stories of real people experiencing extraordinary events – that singular moment that marks the connection to something different, something that shows that there’s more to this existence than what we previously knew.

A publication of The Reiki Awakening Academy

Volume 1: Issue 1 April 4, 2012


The WooWoo Life Team

Alice Langholt, Editor Alice Langholt, RMT, MJS is the founder and Executive Director of The Reiki Awakening Academy School of Intuitive Development, the first of its kind offering live video instruction online. She is the author of the new Reiki resource, Practical Reiki for Balance, WellBeing, and Vibrant Health: A guide to a simple, revolutionary energy healing method, which was the second place winner for Best Reiki Book in the About.com Reader's Choice Awards. Alice is a parent of four with Master level training in several Reiki modalities.

Tom Schaeper, Co -Editor Tom is an educator with a Masters in Instructional Technology. He is an Usui Reiki Master and a Practical/Kundalini Reiki master. He has also studied in Quantum Touch, EFT, Emotrance, The One Command, and Silva Mind Control. Tom is the Webmaster for The Reiki Awakening Academy, has been an integral part of the Reiki Awakening Healing Team for two years, and has developed multiple unique and effective techniques for energetic clearing and energy healing.

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My Defining WooWoo Moment

Terry Bezner

A major defining, woo-woo leap in my spiritual growth came from a dream I had a few months after my cat, Leroy, passed away.

Page 6 The Cemetery Visit

Maribel Figueroa

...My aunt and uncle continued walking straight towards their son’s grave. Then I was inexplicably drawn to a tombstone several rows further to the left and walked toward it. My ex-husband’s last name was on it along with the names of his father and mother (with no end date) and his name, Joseph Jr., with an end date of October 31, 2005.

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My True Awakening

Theresa Craine-Saba

...I lay across my bed one cold winter's day, heart broken from the break up with a man I had truly adored. It had happened suddenly and without any warning: he came to me and said "I just can't do it." I had felt such a very deep connection to this man that it never crossed my mind he would walk.

Page 10 Was I Saved by an Angel?

Olga Norstrom

...The older I got, the less I believed in all this talk of angels. Then one afternoon, an angel taught me a lesson. I was walking from my graduate school in Newark, New Jersey, to a nearby train station to head home. And out of the blue, in broad daylight, I was brutally attacked.

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Table of Contents, continued Page 12 My Chance at Wellness

Barb Bemus

...Something snapped in me that day, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to do for Sydney and I knew that surrendering to a worthless life wasn’t for me.

Page 14 Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’ve Gone WooWoo!

Sarah Nicotra

...I found myself uncontrollably crying while driving on the Interstate, late one night, begging God to show me a sign. I believe that the impossible is possible, but I felt like I was embarking on the impossible, and that sadly, it would not be possible. I drove for miles and miles, with nothing, no sign. I thought to myself, how silly to ask for a sign, and I quickly plummeted into doubt and despair.

Page 15 Surprisingly Blunt for, Well, Someone Who’s Dead Daniel Brenton ...The intent of what he was conveying was very clear. He said: shut up

and listen to me. Surprisingly blunt for, well, someone who's dead.) And I "listened," eventually piecing together what he was trying to

Page 12 Divine Messages from my Washing Machine Sherry L. Iaffaldano ...The signs were blatant...the signs were EXTRAORDINARY! On a physical level, the washer cannot turn itself on; on a physical level, it is not possible to program it with the door open (go ahead, try it:); I knew they were signs for something, after all, I'm the very spiritual one who's always on the lookout for Divine Signs and Messages; right?!!

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My Defining WooWoo Moment A major defining, woowoo leap in my spiritual growth came from a dream I had a few months after my cat, Leroy, passed away. I was still grieving, although I had already begun receiving messages and signs from him. I knew he was ‘around’. The dream, however, made me realize that energy is everywhere – and that I needed to pay attention to my growing awareness. In this dream, I found myself walking into my ‘home’; it didn’t really look like my current place – yet there were components of my childhood home, some furniture looked familiar and it felt like a safe haven. The radio was playing; it was a bit dark inside the room and kind of hard to see clearly. I turned around and there was Leroy on the floor, stretching and lounging like he always did. Only, he was completely white in my dream and Leroy in-life was black with strategically placed white splotches. In my head I thought, “Well, it’s Leroy but he just looks different.”

By Terry Bezner

are not on the same frequency. Our energies differ in that I’m alive in this 3D reality while Leroy is…ether, nonphysical, light energy. That’s it. We are both here and now – only the frequency has changed! From there on, I began to research books and the internet to find everything I could to explain energy. Leroy has always served as a ‘CATalyst’ for me – leading me into new ways of understanding. I found the book, Frequency by Penney Peirce, a helpful resource explaining the frequency of energy which comprises everything from color to emotions to light. I believe I was inspired by my dream, and my furry enlightened one, to further explore the realm of Energy. I ended up taking Alice’s Energy Healing Certification Program, bringing Reiki Healing into my energy knowledge-base. There is no escaping energy, for everything has to do with a form of energy. It is more than just the calories you burn when you read this article. You are reading this article because your energy led you here in one way or another: Like attracts like.

Then I noticed the radio transmission got all wonky. It was losing its signal, like it I believe there are no accidents in life needed to be tuned in. There was just and that we are all connected in some way. Each and every experience leads to all this white noise. more awareness and expanded “It’s not on the same frequency”, I consciousness. Welcome your woo-woo thought. And then it hit me. Leroy and I and see where it takes you.

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The Cemetery Visit I drove home to New Jersey on Friday, October 21, 2011 for the funeral of Anna, my friend’s sister, who died of breast cancer at 48. She was buried in a mausoleum the next day. On Sunday I visited my aunt and uncle who knew Anna through her father who used to cut their son’s hair. My cousin died at 40 of liver failure. I mentioned the mausoleum and my uncle said my cousin was buried in the same cemetery. I had never been there so he offered to take me. I quickly replied yes without thinking. My cousin called my uncle that she was at the cemetery visiting her mother’s grave. I had not seen my cousin in a

By Maribel Figueroa long time so thought what luck that she was there. My aunt had died a few months before my cousin from injuries suffered from a fall. They are buried facing each other in parallel rows. When we arrived, the first tombstone to the left caught my eye because it had my last name. My uncle confirmed it was not a relative’s grave. My aunt and uncle continued walking straight towards their son’s grave. Then I was inexplicably drawn to a tombstone several rows further to the left and walked toward it. My ex-husband’s last name was on it along with the names of his father and mother (with no end date) and his name, Joseph Jr., with an end date of October 31, 2005. My mind went blank but was sure it was my ex whom I had left in 1994 after two months of marriage and moved to Ohio. (continued on next page)

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The Cemetery Visit (continued) I called my sister while driving home on Monday. She searched the number of the shoe store that my ex’s family owned. At first, I asked her to call and pretend she was me but knew I had to make the call. A man answered and I knew it was his brother but could not remember his name. He was very cordial and said Joe was in a fire that burned 80% of his body. He died after two weeks. His father had died in January

By Maribel Figueroa 2011 but mother was still alive. I had a crying fit after ending the call. I told my ex I was sorry he had suffered and thanked him for reaching out to me. My cousin was right, I needed closure and felt such a release after crying. That night I asked that his brother’s name come to me in my dreams and it did. I hope to visit them the next time I go to Jersey.

My True Awakening

By Teresa Craine Saba

I guess I could say I've had wonderful experiences with Angels all my life. By age 5, I was waking to find myself "floating" with them. I recall looking back at my physical body, seeing a silver thread, and having the most wonderful feeling of love all around me. Back then I saw them; they spoke to me during these states and I couldn't wait to float again. The experiences went away as I fell into what our Bible calls "sleep." It wasn't until about 3 years ago, at 42 that I feel I had my true awakening into what I now call my "reality world." (continued on next pages)

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My True Awakening (continued)

By Teresa Craine Saba

Although I knew intuitively they were still there with me, I didn't see them again for some time. I lay across my bed one cold winter's day, heart broken from the break up with a man I had truly adored. It had happened suddenly and without any warning: he came to me and said "I just can't do it." I had felt such a very deep connection to this man that it never crossed my mind he would walk. Just as this break up had been abrupt, so was the Angels taking over that day. I lay there sobbing in hurt and pain, asking my Creator to take it all as I couldn't go on. All at once, I fell into what I now know to be a deep meditative state. My Angels gave me very specific instructions. It surprised me to experience "someone" that was speaking within me. My physical vessel was the observer of the whole process. As I watched, I still heard the cars and birds outside, yet, someone else in me was doing the work. I've come to know this was my beautiful soul awakening to take charge. The Angels told me to roll over as they needed me on my stomach. They had

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healing work to do on myself and my chakras, they said. "Chakras?" I thought, "What are they?" Again my spirit took over and rolled my body over. I lay there every bit of two hours, knocked out, yet aware. As they worked, my body began to vibrate at such a high rate, I felt my true being come out of my body again. My thought was, "I'm doing it again, after all this time, I'm doing it!!" Excited and fearful all at once, I heard the Angels tell me, "Repeat after us, 'I am the way, the truth and the life.'" I heard my spirit repeat these things, then immediately the man that had just ripped my heart out in my reality world appeared. (continued on next page)


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My True Awakening (continued) He held his hand out and as I took his hand, the vibration was so intense we were both shaking. The Angels then said "It is done," and I heard in my inner hearing a noise I can only compare to a gas stove igniting. Before me was the sacred heart flame. I had no understanding of what this was, or what it meant. I watched with this man holding my hand as the flame slowly pulled away. I was dropped back to my vessel and for the next few hours walked around my house amazed at the information and wisdom that I received that I call a "massive download." I suddenly got it, the whole plan. I had information in me that showed me the other side of the story. The man that broke my heart is my twin flame. He came into my life to

By Teresa Craine Saba

break me down, so that I could be built back up. What I once viewed as horrible was now a gift only a twin could give me. He awakened me, with the help of my beautiful angels. I have seen him a few times in the physical since then, and I just smile, not sure if he remembers the experience. What I am sure of is that what he gave me that day is perfect, unconditional love. He found what I had missed for so many years: the way to connect me back with my Angels. What is more perfect than that? Sometimes you have to stop thinking so much and go where your heart takes you. Theresa Craine-Saba is Co-Chairman of AngelsUndercover.org

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Was I Saved by an Angel? Growing up Catholic on the island of Trinidad, of course I heard a lot about angels. Grown-ups would tell us that we could ask angels to help us do well in our studies, or to protect us when we were out with our friends. I thought this was all, well, woo-woo. And those people who called themselves angel workers who claimed to bring healing with the help of angelic allies? Very woo-woo. The older I got, the less I believed in all this talk of angels.

By Olga Norstrom avoid hitting me, and curious, confused eyes from inside the cars met mine as I screamed for help, I thought I was going to die.

Suddenly, a large, looming figure appeared. I’m talking a really big guy. I am not sure why—it could have been that my vision was fuzzy from a mix of blood and dirt—but I couldn’t see a face. All I could see was a large being in jeans and a sweatshirt pull my attacker off me, and fling him aside like Then one afternoon, an angel taught me a he was a bag of beans. As he helped me lesson. I was walking from my graduate up, a charge of electricity surged through school in Newark, New Jersey, to a nearby me, and all he said was, “Run.” Not a loud train station to head home. And out of the command, not a whisper, just “Run.” So I blue, in broad daylight, I was brutally did. Somehow, I made it to safety at a attacked. I felt a tap on my shoulder behind nearby police station, and in spite of me, and I turned around everything, had just to see a young man enough clarity to file a about my age—maybe police report, before early-20s—who suddenly collapsing completely punched me in the face, exhausted when an pulled me to the ground, ambulance came to take and dragged me into the me to the hospital. street into oncoming (continued on next page) traffic. I tried again and again to pull away, but couldn’t get out of this man’s grasp. As one car, then another car swerved around us to

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Was I Saved by an Angel? (continued) The days that followed, a few things happened that seemed almost inexplicable. First, all my belongings, including my student visa IDs, that had scattered all over one of the busiest streets in Newark, were returned to me perfectly intact by someone who didn’t leave a name or expect a reward. And, after a couple of days of my doctors expressing concern about some of the deep cuts on my face and legs, saying that scarring would be extensive, the scars healed phenomenally quickly. You couldn’t tell from looking at me that I had experienced the most traumatic event of my life. The day I returned home, I entered my apartment building on crutches, and one of the women who worked in the management office saw me, and asked

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what happened. I told her everything. Her response: “Don’t you know? That was an angel. An angel saved you.” And as she said that, I felt the same charge of electricity I had experienced when the “really big guy” had helped me. Could it be true? Had I been helped by an angel? Whatever the truth, I became fascinated with angels, researching them, and finding myself intrigued that almost every indigenous culture shares the concept of an angelic ally. After a few years of reading and learning about angels, guess what? I became an angel worker myself, helping other people feel happier and healthier with the help of angelic allies. Yes, I know, so woo-woo— but I’m totally fine with that.

Olga Norstrom is a specialist in writing and editing health, wellness, nutrition, medical and science print and digital copy. I am regular health contributor to First Magazine (Bauer Publishing), and a full-time consulting medical editor at Ogilvy Healthworld in NYC.

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My Chance at Wellness

By Barb Bemus

“We can't solve problems by using the same kind of thinking we used when we created them." ~Albert Einstein

comprehensive exam he gave her a shot of Glucosamine and within hours the foot was not inverting.

I was in an abusive relationship, my depression, fibromyalgia, chronic fatigue, ADHD were all crushing me. I was unable to work and on so many prescription drugs that I was either a blob of blah or an anxious mess. I discussed this painful, defeated life, with my Psychiatrist and she delivered the news that “this was my life and I needed to get used to it.”

This was like a neon billboard that spoke clearly into my cloudy, drug altered mind. I needed to change the way I was doing things if I wanted to have a chance at a good life. I needed to find support, like I had given to my Sydney, who believed in me and my chance at wellness.

I dug into that natural magazine and internet resources with every ounce of energy I My two American Bulldogs were what kept had. I found a Doctor who gave me a list me on this earth. Sydney had an injured of natural supplements to enable me to leg that conventional medicine couldn’t hold back the cloak of darkness and she fix. Shortly after my discussion with my referred me to other contacts that could Psychiatrist, the Vet told me we needed to see my potential. cut off her leg. Something snapped in me that day, I knew it wasn’t the right thing to It has been 11 years and I have found faith, joy and purpose in my life. My tooldo for Sydney and I knew that surrenderbox is full of new skills ing to a worthless life and tools. Mysterious wasn’t for me. mentors accompany My world had been beme in my life and coming a bit bigger, as I guide me as I comread a monthly magazine pletely transform my that promoted natural way of being on this living. An advertisement earth. Instead of brought me and Sydney numbing myself to to a holistic vet. After a this world and using

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My Chance at Wellness (continued)

By Barb Bemus

My Angel in a bulldog body, Sydney, passed from this earth last August and her passing encouraged me to be the person she knew I was. My current project and journey is to find and interview Everyday people, doing Extraordinary Things. I do this with my other American Bulldog, Utah and a 24 Shasta Sprite RV. The miracles continue to amaze me as I open to the projects that God puts on my mind. I won’t tell you this has been an easy journey but I will tell you that I am grateful for all the things that appeared as roadblocks and then transform into beautiful opportunities for growth, joy and an inspired life. This world is a big puzzle and we all have pieces of us that we are holding back. To complete the puzzle of peace on this earth we all need to be our unique pieces of this puzzle. I encourage you to explore those hunches, dreams, notions, messages, whatever you want to call them. Just call to them and then listen to them and then most importantly, Act on them! Life is a joyous journey! Climb aboard! Barb Bemus is the Producer and Creator of TheIntuitionTour.com, a website whose mission is to prioritize, pursuing, purpose! We do this by interviewing “Everyday people, doing Extraordinary Things” Join us on this journey as we create a reality show that raises the bar instead of lowers the bar. TheIntuitionTour.com She is also is a blogger, freelance writer, speaker, and dream work exploration guide.

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Hi, I’m Sarah, and I’ve Gone WooWoo! I’m accustomed to introducing myself as: “I am Sarah and I am an addict”, a grateful recovering addict at that so it feels fitting to start like this. 10 years ago I found a 12 step program which filled the void in my life, one that was painful, ugly and downright lonely. Prior to arriving in recovery I had no understanding of what a spiritual awakening was. I had been limited to the constricting views of my childhood church.

By Sarah Nicotra

I found myself uncontrollably crying while driving on the Interstate, late one night, begging God to show me a sign. I believe that the impossible is possible, but I felt like I was embarking on the impossible, and that sadly, it would not be possible. I drove for miles and miles, with nothing, no sign. I thought to myself, how silly to ask for a sign, and I quickly plummeted into doubt and despair.

What I have found is that spiritual awakenings take on many, many forms and in my own spiritual journey I have had more spiritual awakenings that I can recall. Each awakening has been profound but presented in various ways: some have been small, unassuming ways while others have been big bolts of lightning.

As I continued down the barren, dark stretch of highway I felt completely alone. And then everything changed. I arrived at this bizarre, small stretch of road that was being completely remodeled, at 11pm. BIG bright fluorescent lights blinded my eyes and new asphalt aroma filled my nostrils as construction trucks steamrolled freshly laid cement. Then, BOOM I got it! Spirit They say life begins at the end of your com- delivered the exact message I desperately fort zone and while “YES” I agree, leaving needed. My path was literally being remy comfort zone was terrifying. Last year I paved before my very eyes. In that moment embarked on a particularly radical journey, I just knew that I was doing the right thing. I felt unsure and afraid. I desperately And so I continued on. needed comfort from God, from the Universe. I needed Spirit to manifest before Today I value maintaining an open mind, my very own eyes and give me reassurheart, eyes and ears so that I can receive ance. Divine messages. I no longer downplay any spiritual awakening and I treasure each message received as it should be. Sarah is a spunky, out of the box- intuitive, healer and mentor offering creative path finding services for disconnected, overwhelmed women. She is profoundly honored to assist women in their return to a place of healing and harmony, connection and comfort, joy and empowerment.

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Surprisingly Blunt for, Well, Someone Who’s Dead By Daniel Brenton I see dead people. Everywhere. (No. Not really.) The first time I communicated with someone who had left the plane of the living it honestly didn't come as much of a surprise. I was, in a sense, primed for it. Dozens of times I'd watched the tears filling the eyes of audience members of John Edward's Crossing Over, members who were convinced that John had made connection with departed loved ones. Or, closer to home, the time I sat with my wife in a private session with a local psychic medium, and felt my wife's hand clench around mine as we received a what she felt to be an authentic, incharacter message from her father who had passed many years before. The surprise was that it was me doing it. It was a mid-August evening in 2008, the day I had learned a friend of mine, Ron Lewison, had died from injuries sustained in an auto accident. Ron was a fellow member of Toastmasters International, and I first met him in early 2003, after I had placed third in an area-level humor speech contest. Shortly after, he became a mentor to me in competitive speaking, and helped coach me to a first place win at the highest level of the same speech category in the spring of 2004. Ron was a burly, retired oil industry consultant, and public speaking had become his life. He delighted in specialty Toastmaster clubs (he was the member of several) and was also an

affiliate member of the National Speakers Association. I sat with him on a Saturday at the awards luncheon of a Toastmaster convention when he received the 20032004 District 33 Mentor of the Year Award. I recall seeing this normally reserved, no-nonsense gentleman had been touched by the experience as he returned to the table, holding the plaque with his name inscribed, and I remember him regarding the plaque and quietly uttering, with a touch of awe, "This is cool." That mid-August night, with Ron's death in the background of my thoughts, I settled down to sleep and slowly recognized there was an extremely strong presence near the foot of my bed. Naturally it had my attention, but the reactions provoked by this mystery presence were more feelings of surprise and wonder than any sense of unease. I could see nothing, but as I listened inside, the presence resolved into personality. When we think of someone we know well, we have a set of mental and emotional "adjectives" that make up our picture of the person in question, and as the impressions of my visitor became clearer, it finally came into focus: I was being visited by the spirit of Ron Lewison. (Continued on next page)

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Surprisingly Blunt for, Well, Someone Who’s Dead (cont.) By Daniel Brenton Perhaps unwittingly, I slid into a clichÊ response. All I could think of to say to him was, "Ron, everything will be fine. Go into the Light, Ron. Go into the Light." (As superficial as it may sound, I believed that. I still do, actually.) I repeated this several times, and then he interrupted me. I didn't hear this in words, but perceived it in feelings and impressions -- strong ones -- that lent themselves to words. The intent of what he was conveying was very clear. He said: shut up and listen to me. (Surprisingly blunt for, well, someone who's dead.) And I "listened," eventually piecing together what he was trying to communicate. Ron had been interested in learning more about the techniques of standup comedy, and back in 2004 he had expressed a desire for the two of us to work with each other to this end, using the lessons in what's become something of the "Bible" for beginning comedians, Judy Carter's Stand Up Comedy: The Book.

What Ron was trying to tell me, that mid-August night, was that he regretted that we hadn't done this. I must confess that I am as much at fault as either of us in that we didn't pursue it. If I had, I probably would have become a better speaker; certainly a better speaker while Ron was still with us. This wasn't the only thing he had to say to me, but of what he had come to convey it was the most important. Though I've had some success in communicating with the dead, I won't be hanging up a "psychic medium" shingle anywhere, any time soon. I've only been able to communicate with those I've known personally, and this, frankly, is enough. So, no, I really don't see dead people. Anywhere. But I talk with them sometimes.

Daniel blogs at The Meaning of Existence (and all that): The Odd Little Universe of Daniel Brenton, and is the co-author of the Moon Race novel Red Moon.

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Divine Messages From My Washing Machine By Sherry Iaffaldano It was a hectic moment in our lives, as is usually the case when we have visitors. We love having visitors, but I'm sure anybody with younger children will agree it throws your schedule/routine off a bit. Well, this time we just weren't thinking clearly, or paying close enough attention to the SLAP US IN THE FACE SIGNS which we were truly gifted!

to air it out), and it was ALL LIT UP! Impossible! This had NEVER happened before, and has never happened since...except, one hour later...door open, it happened again: "ding ding ding DING!!" Once again, door Anyway, without further ado: wide open, nobody even in there (and you cannot start the washer or program It was not just another Thursday night...it it with the door open! Kind of a safety was the night preceding my wonderful feature for a front loader), AND IT WAS husband's 50th birthday celebration. ALL LIT UP!!! At that point, I literally His two sisters scheduled to arrive later looked at my husband and said: "gosh, it that evening, but my husband was to feels like some sort of Divine Message!" LEAVE for work...just for one night, THAT night (he has never worked third shift), Fast forward to Friday... my husband he had to go in third shift to assist with returns home from his oddball third shift some installations or something. The and gets maybe two hours sleep before beauty of it is, he got Thursday and Friwe start giving his sisters the whirlwind day both off, but of course the poor chap tour of our beautiful neck of the woods; was exhausted...and unfortunately so which of course when you visit the coast, was I. is the beach...which led to wet bathing suits and towels. When we arrived home Well, that night, before my husband left that evening, I instructed EVERYBODY to for work and before his sisters arrived, I please leave all suits and towels on the heard the washing machine panel light laundry room floor so I could wash them. up and make its sound: "ding ding ding Which I did. We had a great day, but my DING!!" as if I had turned it on and it was husband and I were exhausted by the ready to be programmed for a load. I ran end of the day. in there, and found nobody in there, but the washer door was open, (as I usually (continued on next page) leave it open if I've done a load recently,

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Divine Messages From My Washing Machine (continued) By Sherry Iaffaldano Fast forward to Saturday....next on the agenda, visiting a cool nearby historic city...but first, one quick load of laundry. But, we were also leaving for our daytrip....me, trying to be all organzied, decided to program the washer to go off eight hours later...and when I opened the tray to put the laundry soap in, I noticed a teeny bit of standing water in it....and made the grave error of pointing this out to my EXTREMELY sleepdeprived husband, who happens to be a manufacturing engineer. Before we could leave, he had to check it out by opening a panel in the bottom of the washing machine. Nothing was blocking the water. He put the panel back on...almost tight enough.

hose back to the wall! We had lots of water on the floor, again...sigh. The point is, the reason for the first flood was the panel needed to be tightened just one more notch. And something even told my husband to check that, but we were rushing to get out the door. Something even told my husband to shut down operations for the timer I had set on the washer; that thought even crossed my mind....

The signs were blatant...the signs were EXTRAORDINARY! On a physical level, the washer cannot turn itself on; on a physical level, it is not possible to program it with the door open (go ahead, try it:); I knew they were signs for something, afterall, I'm the very spiritual one 8.5 hours later, we return after our outwho's always on the lookout for Divine ing. My husband opened the door, then he opened the garage door, and what do Signs and Messages; right?!! I see? Water, lots and lots of water everywhere. I walked in the house, what do I But of course, being the spiritual people we are, we see the humor, positive, and see? My husband and and his sisters lessons in this: with towels, and water, lots and lots of water, all over our beautiful new wood flooring in the family room; which my husband had worked VERY hard on installing for over a month! We spent HOURS cleaning up and ruined the motor on our old wet vac, and bought a new wet vac, then I ran to rent an industrial strength fan from Home Depot. Then my husband tested the washer, except when he tested it, he forgot to connect the

DO NOT ignore the signs; EVER! And, with much gratitude, we give thanks to The Divine for at least trying:) In Love, Laughter, and Light, Sherry L. Iaffaldano

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Thank you to all who contributed and made this issue of This WooWoo Life possible! It’s important to remember that connecting with Spirit, Angels, attuning to the signs in our lives and the tremendous healing power within is completely possible for each and every one of us who makes the effort. It’s our hope that you were inspired and filled with wonder at the stories in this month’s issue, and that you’ll enjoy each issue to come. Take the opportunity to find YOUR WooWoo Life. Then tell us about it! We welcome articles for submission and appreciate our contributors. Write to us at editor.twwl@gmail.com and visit us at ThisWooWooLife.com

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