I’ve just had a lived-through experience of how divine co-creative partnership works. Well, that’s not completely true. I’ve been living through an experience of it for several years now really.
But nevertheless I’ve never seen clearer evidence of the celestials working with an incarnated human than this last venture finding a new home.
I’m beginning to see … or perhaps understand … some of the ways partnership works.
This is not the first time Michael has either moved me in or found me a place at the speed of love. It happened a couple of years ago as well. As a matter of fact, the farther back I go the more I can find examples.
I’ve given you more than ten reasons why I think why this particular move is so right for me. (1)
Michael said to me in my last reading that he had taken all my desires and found the one location that would satisfy them all. And he did find that one place.
Keep in mind that on another occasion I asked him how he could say the apartment next to me was becoming vacant at the end of the month when Theresa had not said anything to me. He replied, “Oh, they never know until just before they leave.”
Now stop the camera.
This is a freewill planet, right? My freewill must be respected. That’s where all the delays and hesitations come in. Left to the celestials, this would be a cakewalk.
Michael knew that I was in a corrosive situation in the old building. So he knew I’d want to move at some early date. We’d discussed it.
However, when I determined to find a new place for my friend, it took what seemed to be a mere 24 hours to find it – and a place for me as well in the same building. Twenty-four hours when I only had a window of 48 hours in which to find a new place or pay another month’s rent.
Despite the lightning speed of finding a new place, he said to me that he had taken all my desires – can I be spared listing them all again? – and found the one place that would put to rest for all time my looking for another.
There is none better. Home. Heaven. Haven. Rome, towards which all roads lead.
No, not a villa in Spain, or in the Swiss Alps, or the French Riviera.
Here, where I am right now. Where I’m writing this looking out over the one view of any I’ve ever seen that to me says, “Steve, you are home.”
(Concluded in Part 2, tomorrow.)