Exiting Autopilot

The Event

Some days come and go and can be seemingly insignificant.
This is neither a good or bad thing.
Although, if we made a conscious effort to audit each day, and chose what to do more or less of. Our realities would align. Improving our quality of life.
In turn, bringing our awareness to the small miracles happening around us each day, that go unnoticed.

For most people, it takes a life altering moment, to get our attention.
These are the days, that can be replayed with ease, forever in our minds vividly. The feelings attached to the event, embedded permanently in our energy field for lifetimes to come.
No matter the years that pass.
There is one that remains etched into my soul. My biggest redirection to date.
I'm now ready to write this story.

10.10.2020

A Saturday that began quietly.
Routine cleaning and getting organised for the week ahead.
Looking forward to my belated birthday celebrations with friends that evening.
Come mid afternoon, I experienced something I couldn't quite understand.
I didn't want to feel anything other than excited, but my soul tuned into something different and I abruptly ditched getting ready for the feeling that I needed instant company.
With a full face of makeup, I drove to the closest place and person to me. My sister Jewel.

With a coffee in my hand, we walked through her beautiful garden, chatting about renovations that were underway on a hut near the house. I got a call from my daughter who seemed a bit quiet and confused. But I put it down to the fact she hates having to leave me, to spend time with her dad.
We walked around a corner, admiring a pair of apple trees, when my phone rang again. My heart immediately sank into my stomach. 'Something's wrong', I said, as though my intuition had been confirmed.
This was the 'call' I wasn't supposed to get alone.
I turned my phone reluctantly to see that the father of my children was calling and I knew without a doubt, something WAS wrong.
'What happened', I answered. Afraid to hear his reply.

'Jai's had an accident'. He said. The tone of his voice sent my body into shock and the coffee I held in my hand fell to the ground.
My sister's face, proof of the energy felt in that moment, making it all too real.
It was too much to absorb and for a second I felt like I left my body and then returned to realise I'd ended the call.
We called back, getting a vague description on Jai's condition... they were waiting for an ambulance. There was a lot of blood but he wasn't sure where it was coming from. He was coming in and out of consciousness.

He was found by a couple driving on the highway, who saw a boy, in the distance, laying face down in the dirt. No one saw what had happened, or how long he'd been there. His new motorbike near by.

All I knew was that he needed me. I grabbed my keys to drive the hour to get to him, despite being told to wait for the ambulance to arrive in mildura.

But the ambulance couldn't pick up the remote location on the farm. I got another update from his dad, who was now totally panicked, he knew Jai desperately needed to get to the hospital down the road.

I remember telling him he needed to wait for the ambulance. Afraid we could make his head injury worse. Not knowing if he had damaged his spine in the crash.
Or something else, we couldn't see.
'Rylee, if I don't get him to a hospital now, he's not gonna make it!' He chocked.
'Can I move him', he repeated, impatiently.
But how could I decide? It wasn't in my hands, it was in gods and I could feel the energy surrounding me as the thought arrived.
'I'll ask'. I replied.
I heard a crystal clear and assertive 'Yes'.
My boy was in gods hands and I had absolute faith in this answer.
'Yes', I said. 'Move him carefully and then put the phone near his ear'.. 'I love you sweetest, I'm coming..

This happened in the midst of boarder closures, to control the spread of COVID.
They were stopped for boarder passes, required to pass through from NSW to VIC, a bridge separating towns, enforced by army guards.
An officer took one look at the situation and said 'just go' I'll escort you through.

I prayed to every archangel.
Demanding archangel Michael be with Jai, in my place, as me, so he could feel me there with him.
It wasn't a question. It was a command.
This was my baby boy, who from pregnancy had the gift of communicating with me telepathically. Our experiences become so profound, I made it a trained habit to select positive thoughts only,
because he could feel everything I felt and vise versa. Both positive and negative.
I could hear him calling me.
I couldn't take it! The next best person to take my place would be my sister Jaime, who lives nearby.
I asked her to be with Jai and my other 2 children until I arrived and she did, along with her husband and children.

They followed the ambulance from Robinvale hospital to Mildura and called me to turn around to meet them there.
But my body could feel the stillness of blood starting at my fingertips and toes, travelling up my limbs, moving slowly towards my heart. As if my life force was being drained. My hand frozen stiff, clutching air, that previously held my phone that had fallen into my lap. 'Somethings Happening to him Jewel.. I can't move' I forced the words out. Barely able to speak.
It was his body going through this. Everything he was feeling, I was feeling to.
He was slipping away.

Jewel turned the car around and headed to the Mildura hospital.

An hour trip turned to 2.
My family stopped behind the ambulance every time it stopped, knowing they were fighting to keep Jai alive.

He travelled in that ambulance with paramedics alone.
We waited at the hospital for what felt like an eternity.

Keep him alive, I repeated to the angels over and over.
I saw visions of myself sitting beside him, holding his hand. Peace washing over me for half a second then returning to the most horrifying pain I have ever felt. I fought to surrender to my faith. This was gods will. Even though I didn't understand why it was happening.

I leapt to his side as they wheeled him from the ambulance.
An army of doctors waiting and ready to stabilise his condition. Some flown in from the city to airlift him back to Melbourne, once it was safe to.

'Jai'. I cried.
'Mum'. He mumbled softly. Paramedics looked at each other, then at me. He hadn't responded to anything they said until that moment.

All that mattered was that I was with him, to give him my strength.

'I love you Eagle'. I whispered in his ear on the plane. 'We are close to the angels up here Jai'.

There was a new road paved that day.
One of physical and emotional healing.
One I felt blessed to be experiencing.
This journey would take time and time together was all I wanted and prayed for.
It was a miracle he survived.
I'm grateful for each breath we take always. More so since that day, and to every person whose lives intertwined with ours, to keep Jai with us. I thank them everyday.

Each bedtime, we'd say a prayer and I'd watch him sleep. Still on his back as directed.
As time went on he got stronger.
He started to remember moments from that day.

'I remember being in the ambulance with you'. He said.
'To the airport'. I replied.
'No. 'Driving from Robinvale hospital to Mildura.. I opened my eyes and you were there, holding my hand'. He said.
It bought me to tears. 'I tried so hard to be with you. I wish that I was. It's all I wanted, but I wasn't'. I cried.
'No, you were there, holding my hand the whole time, I could feel it'. He said with complete certainty.
I bowed my head in realisation. Who am I to question a miracle I'd prayed for. One of the many that happened that day.

He wasn't alone. Archangel Michael was with him.