777 and Me - 07/07/07

Partial Reposts from April 1st and 30th 2006

My Father passed away in 2001. After he died, I was driving on the capitol Beltway one day and noticed a bright, huge, red pick-up truck driving ahead of me. On the back windshield was painted "Redz". My Dad's nickname was "Reds". My eyes were immediately drawn to a smaller red car next to the pick-up truck and I saw it had a license plate with triple sevens (777) on it. I suddenly knew that that was going to be the sign by which he would let me know when he was around me. Some might say, that is just Cheryl's imagination working overtime, but its not. There are just times when I have moments of clarity and know things that really don't leave any room for doubt. They just are.

Here are a few of the times he has helped me in hard or difficult situations.

One of the most dramatic times was when I was coming home from my Brother’s house by myself at night. It was winter and the snow that had melted in the afternoon sunlight had refrozen sooner than I had anticipated covering the road with black ice. As I started out I wasn’t too concerned because I drive a Jeep with 4-wheel drive available when I need it. I was driving slowly because I knew it was icy, when all of a sudden the car started sliding sideways. I thought I was steering into the slide, but apparently I over corrected and the car started spinning wildly out of control. I ended up off the road in the middle of some farmer’s field upright. For a few seconds I had thought the car was going to flip over. I was scared, partly because of the spinning car and partly because I was still 45 minutes from home and partly because I couldn’t get back to my Brother’s because of the icy hills and about 4 miles down the road from where I was the road drops sharply (at a 50-degree grade) down towards a stream and some railroad tracks. How was I ever going to maneuver that road to get to the interstate where I knew it would be cleared? I sat in the car and called my husband and he told me to put the car in the lowest gear and drive the slowest speed. I sat in the car a few more minutes and then a salt truck came by and was salting the road I needed to travel! I got behind him (not too close) and put the car in the lowest gear and chugged along. I was still worried about the condition of the big hill, but apparently so was the County because by the time I got there it had been sanded and salted. As I pulled onto the interstate a red car passed me with (you guessed it) 777. I suddenly knew that my Dad had been looking out for me and had a hand in bringing that salt truck along just when I needed it. I could almost hear him saying “Women drivers!” and laughing at me. I didn’t have anymore trouble on the way home that night.

When I went to England in the fall of 2003, I was very excited to be on that trip but a little bit apprehensive about flying over the “Big Pond”. As I was awaiting take-off, I picked up the plane information brochure from the pocket in front of me only to see that I was flying on a Boeing 777. My Dad was an airplane mechanic for United Airlines for 33 years. I didn’t worry about the flight after that at all.

The last time I had some extensive dental work, I had to have a Maryland Bridge made (two of your own teeth anchor a false tooth in the middle – that’s 3 crowns $$$). This work involved taking impressions twice. I have a terrible, irrational fear of impressions and having all sorts of dental appliances in my mouth. I made the dentist give me a prescription for Valium which I then wouldn’t take because I’d gotten mad at myself for being a big baby by the time it was time to take the drug. Anyway, at the first visit when he’s doing the demolition part of the work, the dentist has to leave the room to take a phone call. I decide to get up and take a potty break and as I walk out of the room, I hear the dentist giving someone a phone number and he is saying “seven, seven, seven”….I smiled (as much as you can when you can’t feel your mouth anyway) and relaxed a little bit knowing I wasn’t alone.

I don’t know why he picked 777. Was it because he was an airplane mechanic and he was familiar with that plane? I know he wasn’t a gambler so it probably isn’t that. I understand that it has some esoteric meaning but I haven’t been able to find out what that is yet. That’s just part of the mystery. I’m just glad he has found this way to let me know he’s there. By the way, he’d have been the last person on Earth to believe any of this was possible. That makes it all the more fun.

Maybe I'll re-post this on 7/7/07. What do you think?

Cat sent me this information shortly after I posted the above in April:

Now 7+7+7=21=3:
Saying one's truth, imagination, optimism, playfulness, creative expression, gift of words, joy-bringer.
Three also means the ascended masters are near. They've responded to your prayers and want to help you.