Scared of flying?

JennySmedley · Joined: 29 Jun 2007 Posts: 10

I’ve always been terrified of flying and I always swore that I’d never set foot on a plane. I was convinced that the plane would crash just because I was on it. But then I got the chance of a holiday in the one place that could tempt me; America. I’d always wanted to go there, but never dreamed that I would. I don’t think my family would have forgiven me if I’d chickened out.
So I went. Things were not too bad, and I was coping better than I thought I would until we had a two hour delay in Detroit due to storms in the area. The last thing I wanted was to fly in a storm! But we finally boarded anyway and sat on the runway with the plane quivering in the wind, waiting for takeoff. The pilot didn’t make me feel any better by announcing “…there are some real heavy storms coming in, but if the next inbound makes it, we’ll give it a go.” Give it a go!? Was he mad?
Twenty minutes later I was in the grip of the nightmare I’d always feared. The crew were strapped in, lightning rent the air outside, the plane was being tossed around by a giant hand, and I was almost hysterical with terror. As the plane plunged around the sky like a mad mustang even the crew started to look really scared. They couldn’t leave their seats or they too would have been thrown around like rag dolls.
The plane was going to go down, just like I had always dreamed it would. I felt a scream rising in my throat.
Just then a blue haze appeared right in front of me. Before my very eyes stood a beautiful blue angel, complete with white feathered wings. The scream died in my throat. The angel leaned towards me, wrapping his wings around me. I looked to see if anyone else was amazed by this apparition, but it was obvious I was the only one who could see it. The angel spoke to me and he said, “Do not be afraid. I am holding the plane.” Then he vanished. No pill or potion or hypnotic trance could have performed the transformation in me. I became totally calm.
After a while my euphoria wore off, as the plane showed no signs of stopping its aerial rodeo. I started to panic again. Back came the angel. This happened a third time, and by then I think he was getting annoyed with me. He leaned in again and said quite forcefully, “You will not fall. I am holding the plane.” Unspoken were his un-angelic thoughts, so for goodness sake let me get on with it and stop wasting my time! I guess even angels can get tetchy.
Needless to say we landed safely, and I have never been scared of flying since then.

Jenny

JennySmedley · Joined: 29 Jun 2007 Posts: 10

This was my other one. I've been very lucky!

I suppose I started to get a two way connection with ‘somebody up there’ the very first time I appeared on TV. It was Belfast – and it was a late night chat show – Kelly. I had never been on TV before in my life, and I was terrified. I wasn’t a good flyer, so I was already unsettled by the flight when I got there, and I knew that Belfast audiences were renowned for being tough. I was going to be on ‘live’, with the show going out as we made it, so there was no room for error.
I was shown into the ‘green room’ and told I was to be the last guest, ‘top of the bill’ as it were – which only added to my terror. The green room at UTV overlooks the studio area and the producer pointed out the floodlit chair down below, saying “You’ll be sitting there.” There was a live audience too! I was starting to think that I’d have to make a bolt for it. A live audience, a live performance and a subject, which, while dear to me, was a well-known foil for comedy! What on earth was I doing there? I went through the procedure; make-up, wardrobe (my chosen outfit blended so well with the background that I would have appeared as a bodiless head, so they had to lend me a jacket!), and then I found myself standing in the wings, looking across the cable-strewn floor of the set. I could see the audience members peering over the scenery to see who was coming on next. I can honestly say that if my publisher wasn’t standing right behind me, blocking my escape route, I would have done a runner right then and there. I looked across at the ‘hot seat’ I was about to occupy, and knew for a certainty that I was going to freeze. No way could I walk across that gap.
I heard the commercial break announced and received a nudge from behind. The very next thing I knew, I was sitting, surrounded by giant BBC-type cameras, the audience a menacing blur behind them, facing a total stranger across a desk – Kelly. I had no recollection of propelling myself there. The commercial break ended, the questions began, and the answers….just came, from nowhere.
Later that year I was travelling to Norwich from Somerset, to take part in a Christian based programme called Sunday Morning. Given that I’d done several TV shows by then talking about my past life experience, I knew enough to be aware that this was going to be a tricky one. I was asking myself what the purpose of all this was – wise enough by now to know that making a living from book sales (hopefully) wasn’t any kind of reason for being! I was with a friend and I told her that I wanted some quiet time to meditate. I knew that I was being put ‘up against’ a regular presenter on the show – a vicar’s wife, who was going to argue that reincarnation would never be accepted by Christianity, and so I knew I was going to need some help.
I went into one of the deepest trances I’d ever experienced. I could literally feel my vibration increasing, leaving the train far behind in another reality. I could still hear the sound of the train in a peripheral sort of way, but it really didn’t exist in the same plane as me, and if it had suddenly caught fire I could well have been impervious to the knowledge.
All of a sudden I found myself in a “presence”. At the time I had no idea what it was. I had an impression of vast golden light towering above me. I had an overwhelming tidal surge wash over me – a love so deep, that it transcended human love by a magnitude. This love was given and reciprocated on an equal footing. It’s very hard to describe the whole gamut of emotion and feelings that flooded through me. It can only be understood when it’s experienced. It is overwhelming, and makes it very clear in a second, that all we know and hold dear of this physical world is as unimportant in reality as a grain of dust in the vastness of the Universe. The feeling was almost like a dog and master, it terms of devotion, but with absolutely NO subservience at all. The love and the obligation was given and received in total equality. I felt divine, and yet at the same time I was like a child wanting to please a parent. Not because I felt I had to or out of duty, but because pleasing the parent would fill me with joy and double my own happiness.
I was shown a scenario by this being; it contained three paths; one central path and two smaller ones running parallel with it. The side paths were my first book, Ripples, and my connection to past life soul mate (whom I had not met at that point,) Garth Brooks. The central path showed a person (who could have been me) being given the role of ‘seed planter’. This person would set seeds in people, while sharing her story with millions all over America. I was shown that this person would be attacked at times, maybe even physically, and might eventually have to live in a protected environment. The ‘being’ paused, while I considered what I was patently being offered.
Instinctively, without any hesitation at all, I said, ‘Let me! Let me!’ I was desperate and determined to be given the task of seed planter. I would have done whatever I had been asked. Making this being happy was the very same thing that would make me happy. The being said, “OK” – just that. It was simple, but it was binding. I only found out later that I had ‘made a contract with an angel’.
Needless to say, when it came to the interview, the answers, as always, were there. I was placed firmly on my pathway, and I’ve been on it ever since. Every time things seem to slow down, a new tool emerges, and off I go again! Like I said, knowing why you’re here and walking with purpose in the direction you know unshakably is right, is essential to well-being.
Nowadays I sometimes get answers to questions that haven’t been asked, while I’m meditating, and I have the certain knowledge that the question WILL be asked someday, and that I will be ready with the answer to it when it does.
So, I’d found my role, my aim in life. I became a designated seed-planter. I did not have to exclusively plant the seed of reincarnation and karma, but ANY tiny seed of awareness. Awareness that the material world we struggle in is not the be all and end all some people think it is. That there are more important things to worry about than having the best car, best house; best furniture that some people concentrate their whole lives on. That real violence is not glamorous, but is dirty and horrendous. That on the day we die, we will need spiritual prosperity and that being the wealthiest person on the planet in terms of money will mean absolutely nothing at all, and do nothing to help us. Having this purpose in life over-rides everything; hope, fear – everything. It’s something I can always come back to and ground myself with, as is that angelic visitation. Just to remember the power of the love-force I felt, is enough to bring me back to my centre.
Also of course, I’d had the fear of death removed – something which is guaranteed to change anyone’s life!
So afterwards I pondered on the ‘contract’ I’d made and wondered how it could be possible for one person to share their story with millions of Americans. It’s often the way – we feel the need to ask ‘how?’ Well of course now I know ‘how’. I would imagine that speaking on 350 or more radio stations across the USA would reach millions of people, and of course by now I’ve written dozens of articles for on-line and print magazines too. As for the ‘being attacked’; I’ve had my fair share of that. It amazes me how challenged some people feel when confronted with someone who believes in reincarnation. However, thus far it has not been physical…
A lot of people tell me I’m brave to have stood up to be counted. I don’t see that at all. Bravery is being afraid and still acting; in my case I had no fear at all; I was also compelled to speak up, so bravery didn’t come into it. It was only after I was well on my way that I realised what I was doing could prove dangerous.
A lot of people also call me ‘lucky’. I don’t see that either. We make our own luck by watching for signs and following them, by raising our vibration with meditation and asking for what we want. It amazes me that people can’t be bothered to do that. It must be very frustrating for angels who are trying to communicate, but just can’t slow their vibration down enough to get through. They ARE there – just ask. Once you understand the path they want you to walk, then it makes sense that they are going to help you succeed. Another important thing is to show willing. Once you think you know what you’re meant to do – take a tiny baby step in that direction, and if you are right – doors will open.

YB · Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2007 1:14 pm Post subject:

Very interesting stories... I see by a Google search that you have written or have had something written about you.. Guess I have some reading to do...

JennySmedley · Joined: 29 Jun 2007 Posts: 10

LOL, I get around :)

bitterbuck1 · Posted: Fri Jul 13, 2007 1:25 pm Post subject: