WINNING THE LOTTERY

“If you’re so psychic, why haven’t you won the Lottery?!”

Let me share a true story with you. It happened while I was separated and in the process of divorcing my wasband.

One day, my wasband’s father came to me in spirit. 

He apologized for being the jerk he was, then he begged me to talk to “his son”. He had an important message for him. “Tell him don’t marry that woman he’s engaged to, because she doesn’t love him. All she wants is her citizenship and to bring her children to the states.” I swear, as soon as those words were communicated to me, there was a knock at the door. It was my wasband. He was dropping off money for the kid’s lunches.

I sat on the stairs deciding whether or not I was going to be the microphone for his father’s message from the Other Side. Regardless, I have a sacred obligation to the Divine to be the messenger. It’s not about me or us. It’s the integrity of the message and messenger.

Once I was reminded of that, by the Big Kahuna, I told my wasband his father was standing right next to him and had an important message for him. He responded sarcastically, “Yeah right, if my father’s standing next to me, and you’re talking to him, then tell him to give me the winning Lottery numbers.”

I paused for a moment. I looked at him and said, “Will you believe I’m talking to your father if he gives you the winning Lottery numbers?” He laughed at me and replied, “Yeah, right…” and was about to walk away.

I told him, “Write these numbers down…” He pulled out a slip of paper and wrote down the numbers father gave him, with the distinct instructions that he was to play them every week, for at least two months. “We’ll see…” he said. That’s when I delivered the rest of his father’s message.

My wasband smiled and said, “You’re just telling me this because YOU’RE jealous!”

I honestly wasn’t. Message delivered.

He left.

Two weeks later, someone came knocking urgently on my door, and ringing the doorbell like a maniac! Who should be standing outside, but my wasband. I’d never seen him look at me so grateful I answered the door. Something was definitely up, especially with those tears in his eyes.

“Lila! Lila! Give me the winning Lottery numbers please!!!!!!!” he pleaded, which confused the heck out of me. Why was he asking me for the winning Lottery numbers? Was that the emergency? I was taken aback and had to process what he was communicating.

“Didn’t your father give you Lottery numbers the last time you were here? Haven’t you been playing those?” I asked.

“Yes, and I played them for two weeks, and then when the numbers didn’t come in. I wasn’t going to waste anymore money playing those numbers, so I gave them to my sister to play. She put them on top of her China cabinet.” he replied.

Lo and behold, it turned out the numbers his father had given him, came up in Indiana’s Lottery for $240(?) million dollars; the week AFTER he gave them to his sister, who   did   not   play   them.

Rut ro.

“Now do you believe me that I was talking to your father and he was trying to warn you?!” I asked him.

“Yeah! Yeah! Just give me the winning Lottery numbers again.” He said.

I told him, “It doesn’t work that way. The whole point of you receiving those numbers was that you would believe in the message your father felt was so important.”

$250 Million Dollars.

True story.

They wed two weeks after our divorce was final. Talk about a sucker punch to my Solar Plexus.

Two months later, he filed for annulment/divorce, because she revealed not only was she having an affair with another man/men, she never “…loved him and only wanted her citizenship and to bring her son/children to the states.

It’s not about the winning Lottery numbers.

The lesson was for me too.

Many Blessings,

Mamakeeya