This story seems appropriate for the energy of the day. I was talking to a group of people, I’d kneeled on the floor to do it. Everyone else was seated. Someone offered me a chair, several times. I waved them off. I was completely comfortable and in the middle of a story I was telling. It was a round banquet type table in a large room. I was mingling, you could say.
My husband was standing behind me, having an independent conversation with another man. I was completely turned around from them when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It gave me a start.
“I don’t know what that means,” I blurted to the people at the table. The hand on my shoulder caused my mind to race. What was my husband trying to convey? Let’s get out of here? I wasn’t going to wonder, I was going to ask.
“I don’t what that means,” I said, over my shoulder. “Are you telling me something?” My husband does not do this thing, at least that I know of!
“That’s a Louisiana, hello,” the other man said. “That’s how we say, hello, in Louisiana.”
“Ohhhh,” I said. My husband has been in a truck so long, I thought he might be giving me a signal. He might be communicating.”
“No, that was me, sayin’ hello.”
“Oh, okay. Hello! Hello!”, I said, grinning.
Really, it was my 8th house going off. I know my husband’s ways – this is not one of them. I felt that hand and it was pure shock and horror, deep down.
What’s interests me is my inner self is not apparent in this kind of setting. I was telling a funny story, see? Jupiter.
Have you ever had such a start?