Does your higher self speak to you through songs?

[Bring4th_Austin]

When I was first going through my "awakening," a lot of the awakening dealt with the idea of aliens, UFOs, and channeling. My skeptical mind was thrashing out pretty hard, pulling out all stops to try to divert me from traveling down this path of wackiness. At this point, I was pretty certain that UFOs were a legitimate phenomenon and was initially starting to explore the idea of channeling. This concept of aliens as being spiritually advanced beings here to guide us and offer us spiritual guidance was so wacky to me, it was hard for me to even investigate this with an open mind because of this skeptical resistance. I had a couple of frustrating incidents that were starting to pull me away from the investigation and get "back on the rails" with my life, leaving all this alternative spirituality BS behind.

As I was driving home from work one evening after a particularly difficult evening of internal turmoil, I threw a tantrum like a petulant child. "If any of this is legitimate, if there is really something to be found on this path, you HAVE to show me now or else I'm walking away forever!"

At the exact moment I said that, Styx "Come Sail Away" started playing on the radio. Cheesy song, but a classic. Of interest are the lyrics near the end:

A gathering of angels appeared above my head
They sang to me this song of hope, and this is what they said
They said come sail away, come sail away

...

I thought that they were angels, but to my surprise
They climbed aboard their starship and headed for the skies
Singing come sail away, come sail away

I knew the ending of the song already. I thought it was pretty silly. But I listened silently and waited for the end to come, and laughed my ass off when it got there. It was hardly anything. My skeptical mind said, "Coincidences happen all the time. Taking random coincidences as signs is naive." And maybe it was a coincidence and no higher power was at work.

But it was just enough to keep me going. Anything less and I might have let the doubt defeat me. It was the tiniest nudge possible to get me to go home and keep reading this wacky channeled information that I had stumbled across. It was enough to get me to stop taking myself so seriously and just take that next foolish step. It really was a turning point, I think, because the moment is still etched in my mind clearly.