A "WOW" Experience with Muscle Testing
March 1997. My husband was in sunny Africa while we were getting one load of snow after the other. The situation I am referring to was one of the worst blizzards of the season.
Karina, my 4-year-old daughter, attended daycare only twice a week. One particular Friday, they were planning an outing to Cosmic Adventures, something that all the kids had been looking forward to, my little one included.
However, listening to the weather forecast the day before, the prospect of snow for that trip made my stomach tie in a knot. I calmed myself down, not quite understanding that strange feeling -- as if something terrible was about to happen. I reasoned I was just reacting to a recent book in which a young boy got killed in a freak accident. I decided to wait till the next morning.
When I woke up, there was no sign of snow. I had regained my composure enough to dress in order to take my daughter to "school". Shortly before leaving the house, however, something made me stop in the process, prompted me to muscle test her to find out what would be for her highest good - staying home or going to school.
The response was: keep her home! I was so surprised that we re-tested: same answer! I had not expected that at all and it did not really fit in with my plans for the day. Ten minutes later, I tested her again and for the third time got the same advice. That's when I finally gave in and phoned to let the teachers know she was not coming.
Despite being completely astounded at the results of the muscle test, I went along with its suggestion, relying on my experience that there sure must be a reason for whatever answer comes up.
Little did I know what was about to happen. The snow started soon after my phone call, when normally we would have been on our way. It never stopped all day! By midday, with all the blowing wind, we were completely snowed in. Our lane was filled with ever so many knee-high drifts, more of them right in front of the garage. There was no way I would have been able to get the car out in the afternoon to pick her up. I would have had stress no end all day!
Can you imagine how many times I said a humble "thank you" for the guidance that we were fortunate enough to receive?!
By Rica Gerhardt
First published in Tone Magazine, June 1997
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