Born on the 7, Happy Birthday!
Yes today is my birthday. I became 48 today but I don’t feel any different, from yesterday. It takes looking back years at a time to actually see l/feel the difference in me but that’s not even what I want to talk about. I was born 7/7/77 and all of my life up until 2018 actually, I had this deep knowing I would die at 47 years old. I didn’t understand it and just tried not to think about it. The first half of my life was, well life, I just wasn’t living it very well. I was always a good person and people pleaser but inside I felt like a cosmic joke, someone born on 7/7/77 was the most unlucky person “how fucking ironic”. I had crazy bad luck, things that would seem to “only happen to me”, and just a cloud that followed me around. Maybe one day I’ll tell the full story but basically 3 out 5 people that saw my ID would ask me if I was lucky and I usually felt compelled to inform them of this irony. So here I was confirming to the world over and over how unlucky I was and getting exactly what I knew to be true. I even had this little joke that the people born 6/6/66 must have stolen all the luck and when I met that person, she confirmed that for me as well. Things started to shift when life knocked me down for some years and in 2017 and I wasn’t able to physically work any longer. When you are at your lowest and darkest God shows up or in my case sends an Angel. I had alway felt connected in some way to the spiritual aspects of the world, I had premonitions as a kid and knew when people were lying, but mostly as an interest through tv and movies. Once you experience an Angel, your pretty much all in after that, at least I was! While deep into the beginning of my spiritual awakening I remember “I’m going to die when I’m 47”, I have a mentor by now and she took me on a meditation to “update that soul contract”, I can’t tell you the weight that lifted and by now I had already changed my speech and mindset. I tell you that so you see where I sit today.
Last week I had a profound spiritual experience at which I was told I was dying. I hadn’t thought about that “soul contract” since that day years ago and here I was about to die and “SHIT, I was right after all”. Obviously I didn’t physically die but my old identity did and so today I sit here in Peace knowing how beautifully right and wrong we can be at the same time. God gives us exactly what we believe is possible. So even though I died at 47 I am 48 today. I don’t know if all the spiritual stuff happens to me cause I was born on the 7, most spiritual number its said, but at this point I just can’t wait to live as this new human being. 🙏🏼💚💜🤍🙏🏼