Psychic Adventures An Angel For The Road
I seem to be in a funny psychic space right now. Since my recent birthday in fact. I don't usually do anything special to mark my birthday but this year I had a small group of friends around for an informal buffet and we had an hilarious evening helped along a little by champagne and various South African wines, but mostly it was the energy of sheer joy in getting together that made the evening and I seemed to be on an energy high ever since. There are probably astrological and numerological explanations for this but I can 't recall this sort of energy boost on previous birthdays. Everything was going beautifully - until yesterday. I was preparing to go out to a meeting when I had a strong feeling that I would be late getting there but I had no idea why that would happen as I had adequate time to get there. However, the feeling was sufficiently strong that I called ahead and said I might be a few minutes late. No problem, there was plenty of coffee and no one was rushed. So I put the concern out of mind and finished getting ready to go. As I walked out my front door, something about my car popped up on my radar but it didn't feel scary so I ignored it. Just as I was
about to insert the key in the ignition I had another stronger feeling that there was something amiss. Hmmmm. Turn the key and nothing. Silence. Nada. What the…? I had never had difficulty starting the car before. There was a history of problems with oil pumps, gaskets, and various other things that were never clearly accounted for but ignition had not been amongst them. Could it - I hoped - be the battery? That would be easy to remedy. If it were the starter or the alternator, I was in big trouble. But it didn't feel that way. It felt annoying but ok as though whatever was wrong would not prove serious. Hoping for the best, I went to my neighbour on the off-chance that she might have jumper cables and she did! A comical and fruitless effort ensued to get the cables connected correctly and finally we agreed that she would drop me off for my meeting and the person I was meeting with would bring me back as it was not far off her normal route. Problem solved. Temporarily. A few hours later I came home and tried my mute car again. Still nothing. Zilch. The Auto Club would have to come out in the morning.Psychic Adventures An Angel For The Road
Today dawned bright and warm, a lovely day after weeks of cold and rain. The auto club took my call and promised a rescue vehicle would arrive within several hours but they would call me a few minutes before that so I could be beside the car when the technician arrived. No call came. But I did hear someone in the driveway and went out to greet my rescuer. And here's where it gets a bit unusual - at least in my experience. As I approached the Auto Club technician, I felt a return of the complete ease and 
openness that had made my birthday so enjoyable. This was unexpected but when I thought about it for a second I realised that at no point in the past 24 hours had I been particularly perturbed about the car. Ordinarily, when anything is wrong with a major piece of equipment that I depend on, I'm a bit frantic until the problem is resolved. This time something was definitely different. I smiled as the young man quickly introduced himself and asked how he could help. I explained what the problem was and he set about attaching the booster cables which I watched with great interest to see if I could spot where my neighbour and I had gone wrong. Except that he had a charging unit attached to the cables and was not using his vehicle to charge my battery. Oh, well, maybe I could find one of those charger thingys at the local hardware store and carry it with me, just in case it ever happened again. I noticed the young man listening carefully to the engine and he asked me a few questions about how the car had been performing lately. Given that the car is 15 years old and still on the road, it was a valid concern. I gave him the 'Reader's Digest' version of the car's checkered history and he proceeded to check out several things that might be contributing to the problem. The battery was only a little over a year old and there could be something electrical draining it. He answered my questions and laughed at my wry humour about car mechanics and women customers all the while doing a very thorough once over of the car's major parts - not something I would have expected for a simple jump start. He cleared up a few mysteries regarding some of the car's idiosyncrasies that no one had bothered to explain to me in the past and I sincerely thanked him for taking the trouble to do so. He advised me to drive the car around for a while to charge the battery as much as possible and I was about to hand him my auto club card. He waved it off and said it was not necessary, just a standard call-out. In the past when I had had to call for help it was to tow my car in for major repairs and the paperwork had been considerable so I was prepared with an extra pen, my card, licence, registration, etc. But for once, there was no 'red tape' at all. I thanked him again and told him he had made my day! And he had. I only caught his name as he was getting into his vehicle. Alvin.
openness that had made my birthday so enjoyable. This was unexpected but when I thought about it for a second I realised that at no point in the past 24 hours had I been particularly perturbed about the car. Ordinarily, when anything is wrong with a major piece of equipment that I depend on, I'm a bit frantic until the problem is resolved. This time something was definitely different. I smiled as the young man quickly introduced himself and asked how he could help. I explained what the problem was and he set about attaching the booster cables which I watched with great interest to see if I could spot where my neighbour and I had gone wrong. Except that he had a charging unit attached to the cables and was not using his vehicle to charge my battery. Oh, well, maybe I could find one of those charger thingys at the local hardware store and carry it with me, just in case it ever happened again. I noticed the young man listening carefully to the engine and he asked me a few questions about how the car had been performing lately. Given that the car is 15 years old and still on the road, it was a valid concern. I gave him the 'Reader's Digest' version of the car's checkered history and he proceeded to check out several things that might be contributing to the problem. The battery was only a little over a year old and there could be something electrical draining it. He answered my questions and laughed at my wry humour about car mechanics and women customers all the while doing a very thorough once over of the car's major parts - not something I would have expected for a simple jump start. He cleared up a few mysteries regarding some of the car's idiosyncrasies that no one had bothered to explain to me in the past and I sincerely thanked him for taking the trouble to do so. He advised me to drive the car around for a while to charge the battery as much as possible and I was about to hand him my auto club card. He waved it off and said it was not necessary, just a standard call-out. In the past when I had had to call for help it was to tow my car in for major repairs and the paperwork had been considerable so I was prepared with an extra pen, my card, licence, registration, etc. But for once, there was no 'red tape' at all. I thanked him again and told him he had made my day! And he had. I only caught his name as he was getting into his vehicle. Alvin.
My Angelic Driving Companion
One thing you should know about me is that I never drive my old car without invoking the protection of an Angel. Call it superstition, but since the time I was hit and trapped in a burning car by a suicidal
maniac I figure any form of insurance I can invoke is a good idea! So, on the chance that there really is an Angel for every blade of grass, I figure an Angel who accompanies me in my car is not too far OTT. [Give me a break - I don't keep a plastic statue of her on the dash or anything!] It's a mental invocation and so far it seems to be working.There have been a few very close calls over the decades but no more accidents or injuries. Anyway, they say that Angels appear to us in many different guises and I believe that is true. Sometimes they come as friends who are all on the same wavelength and fill our days with joy and laughter and sometimes they come as rescuers in times of need, in this case an exceptionally kind and considerate rescuer whose kind energy borders on the angelic. Who knew that there was an Angel named Alvin?
maniac I figure any form of insurance I can invoke is a good idea! So, on the chance that there really is an Angel for every blade of grass, I figure an Angel who accompanies me in my car is not too far OTT. [Give me a break - I don't keep a plastic statue of her on the dash or anything!] It's a mental invocation and so far it seems to be working.There have been a few very close calls over the decades but no more accidents or injuries. Anyway, they say that Angels appear to us in many different guises and I believe that is true. Sometimes they come as friends who are all on the same wavelength and fill our days with joy and laughter and sometimes they come as rescuers in times of need, in this case an exceptionally kind and considerate rescuer whose kind energy borders on the angelic. Who knew that there was an Angel named Alvin?
Image credit: Angels courtesy of Wikimedia. Andy Lakey Angels from Art, Angels, and MiraclesHERE.
© Delia O' Riordan 2012
