Sally needed a coat.
The process was familiar — multiple shopping trips; significant verbalization with her friends about not finding anything right; finally settling for something that was good enough.
And . . . shortly after she got home, she decided she didn’t like it.
She wrote me saying that when she put it on, she felt like a little girl, and she just could not wear it. She was a grown woman after all and this was not suitable for her.
I intercepted her before she could return it. Since she is somewhat comfortable with my abruptness, and since she had listened to the teaching about alien human spirits when it first came out, I simply said, “I would like to speak to the AHS that does not like the new coat.”
Immediately this adult woman was crying and the voice of a child responded saying, “I want my mommy.”
I comforted the spirit for a bit, assured her that Father knew where her mommy was and suggested that her best move would be to go to Father.
She was sort of willing, but afraid so I asked if she would like an angel to help her go, so she didn’t get lost. She immediately acquiesced, I opened the silver channel and she left.
And now the coat is just as good as it was in the store, but Sally is still thinking wistfully of that extraordinary Italian winter coat she will own some day, that will perfectly set off her sparkling personality.
One wonders how many billions of dollars of clothing has been purchased by an adult in the store and vetoed by an AHS when they got home, and then returned to the merchant.
From the Hub, with jetlag