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On SuperBowl
Sunday I went to my son’s Hockey game in Waterford,
Ontario. My parents had called early that morning to
say they would be attending the game as well. Since
my girlfriend Erica had spent the night before
typing out the 448 House story, I thought this would
be a good opportunity to give a copy to my parents.
The Butter Knife Dream (see previous story) had just
occurred a few hours before and would be the focus
of my experience to start the Superbowl 448 Sunday!
The day
started with an analysis of the Dream with Erica,
and let’s just say, the message was clear. We went
to the Sunday Service at The Aetherius Society’s
Toronto Group, and without going into the details,
the Sermon was ironically such that I felt compelled
to get up in front of the Group and express the
Dream. By the time the message was given there were
many teary eyes in the congregation, and I had shed
probably the most!!!! The message was understood
and upon completion of the Service we left for the
Hockey game.
We arrived
at the game and my parents were already there. I did
however inadvertently forget the 448 House Story
papers in the Van. It would turn out that I would
even forget the papers even after the game was over,
and we were soon saying our goodbyes and began our
drive away.
We were only
about 5 minutes into the drive heading to Burlington
(the location of the Superbowl Party, and the city
where my parents live) when I realized The 448 House
Story had not been given. I expressed my omission to
Erica and said I would stop at the upcoming
intersection which I could see in the distance. This
was not to be!! I couldn’t find the article now.
With frustration I reluctantly proceeded ahead
knowing there were no more major stops until
Brantford and I had thought this would be a perfect
opportunity to at least have my mother read the
article on the drive home. Erica thought I was
overreacting and I then asked her if she would go in
the back of the van and find it as I knew it had to
be somewhere. Erica did oblige and while she was
searching, it hit me... the back pouch of the front
passenger seat!! I found it! Now how do I get it to
my parents?? Erica said wait till Burlington and I
immediately and wrongly snapped at her, saying NO !!
I must give it to them now, I just need a place to
stop. I traveled along at 80km an hour and viewed
my parents closely following behind. I noticed that
there was no traffic beyond my parents so I
considered just stopping on the road. It was at this
time that it dawned on me that the yellow flashing
caution light at the Oakland intersection was just a
few minutes ahead and although it was not a stop
sign I had to turn left and I would be almost at a
stop. I would deliver the papers there!! When I
approached the intersection I could now see some
cars in the distance but felt I had more than enough
time to make the delivery. I pulled to the light but
left the van clearly on the road and I grabbed the
448 Article and ran to my parent’s car. They seemed
a little surprised and when my Dad lowered the
window I handed them the papers and told them this
was the 448 House Story and I no sooner had it
through the window that my Mother excitedly retorted
that they had just the last Saturday had a 448
experience ( see Your Stories, The Hotel Bill ). By
now I could see the other cars were starting to
approach so I said “you’ll have to relay your story
later and for now just read the House Story”. I ran
back to the van and jumped inside and quickly went
to put the van into drive when my eyes were drawn to
my trip odometer and I couldn’t believe what I
saw.....448.0 !!! I told Erica to look and she
couldn’t believe it. I was in shock and blurted out
...This Is Crazy!! I needed witnesses , and now I
was blocking traffic ...I didn’t care. I jumped out
again and motioned to my Dad to come to the van and
although quite puzzled , he did, my mother didn’t
move and I actually yelled to her to come and she
did . They both didn’t know what to think, but as
they have experienced the 448’s in the past they
weren’t in disbelief, this just happened to be an
extraordinary one! Cars were now going around us and
I got back into the van, made my right turn and
continued the drive. I was shaken though.....The
Dream, the Service drama, The 448 Story Exchange,
now this, What did it all mean? My intuition was
strong, I needed to tell my parents the Dream Story
and the results of conveying the message to the
Toronto Group Congregation, that same morning. I
decided to stop in Brantford at the Tim Horton’s and
I waved my parents in and they had no reluctance to
stop. To make a long story short they got the
message too and a tear or two was shed. We decided
to move on. Now it was off to my good friends house
for the Superbowl Party and I have to at this point
say the day was obviously meant to be, as I was no
longer than 2 minutes into the party that a friend
asked if I’d had any 448 stories. FUNNY YOU SHOULD
ASK!!
Note: The
448 stories referred to in this article will be
added soon! |
