The Universe—or should I start saying “SPIRIT” has a wicked sense of humor.
At the first of the year I signed up to do this Daily Om course: A Year To Clear What’s Holding You Back.
I get a lesson in my email every single day. And every single day (outside those first few) I’ve ignored and deleted. I’ll catch up at some point.
The other day I wrote about how I looked up the number 66 because I started to notice it. The next day, I actually opened my email and saw this as the title of the latest Daily Om lesson.
ANSWER THE PHONE.
Anyone who knows me in real life knows how much I HATE answering and speaking on the phone. My mom told me she thinks this is funny considering I spent most of my life on it as a preteen-teenager. Yeah, yeah. I could get into a million reasons why I dislike the phone, but that’s not the reason I share today.
Another 66. Another spot on comment.
So much so, I actually ANSWERED MY PHONE when I saw my mom randomly calling this afternoon. She really doesn’t randomly call often, unless there is something wrong. And I knew when I saw her name on the phone that there wasn’t anything wrong…I just knew, BUT I answered anyhow.
Partially because it was another coincidence she called today when I was thinking last night that I really needed to call her and ask her questions about Grandma Smith. (Now that IS another post for another time…a long one…)
Mom randomly called about 12 hours later. Or not so randomly.
Aside: The red rotary phone is one of the many objects I have reclaimed from my childhood. This is not the phone we had—but I found it on ebay years and years ago. It sits in my office and reminds me of being a kid. We had one phone. It wasn’t cordless, there wasn’t an answering machine…it sat on the right hand side of the buffet table in the dining room on top of a plastic doily and all conversations had to be made sitting at the dining room table right besides it, or sometimes I would sit on the radiator and look out the window. Not even one of those extra long cords, nope.
And yeah, as a teen—this was pure torture.
Anyhow. I looked up Angel Number 66 one more time. This was the first entry. Message received. I answered that call.
“Number 66 is a powerful number of unconditional love, healing and faith and trust in the Divine. Angel Number 66 is a message from your angels to put your faith and trust in the benevolence of the Universe as your daily needs are continually met.”