Tomorrow is 888.  August (8th month), 8th day, and 2015 = 8.  So a very powerful combination!!

It’s all about manifesting abundance and inviting in that vibrational flow of infinite amazement.  

The “biggy” on our side of the fence, that is our humanness, needs to be kept in check.  Basically don’t let yourself be pulled in the direction of negativity if things don’t work out right first time.  

This powerful number is the vibration of keeping things in a down to earth practicality.  For instance, don’t dream of owning a large yacht if you haven’t got the knowledge of sailing or are not good at sea.  Dream yourself a dream of what you can and will utilize for your personal self.

Manifesting with 888 is about the vibration of realism and usefulness.  If your car is dying, then it is evident that you need a car that is reliable, inexpensive to run, safe etc. You can see where I am going with this.  Keep it real for you.

Of course I add my note of caution to your wishing.  With every dream comes responsibility and taking ownership for our actions.  So, as it is said, be careful what you dream for… because you may get it!

Dreaming or wishing is the combination of our thoughts and actions that create the balance in our physical soul being, and so it is thus in our spiritual world.  The two are in tandem with each other.  You only have to look at the figure 8 to realize there is no beginning and no end.  It just keeps looping around and around, in infinity.  The universal flow which is the synergy of harmony vibrating within our inner and outer world, like us they are connected.
Like any time in our lives, we have the potential to draw upon our angels, guides and helpers.  So if you are not truly positive about what you want, ask them for guidance.  They seem to know, and they will let us know in no uncertain terms because they want us to live our life to its full potential.  That is why they are there – for us!

When we reach out to the Universe, we are vibrationally supported – so reach out and tap into your 888 abundance!!

Vibrational Blessings Debbie A. Anderson

When I count my blessings I count them twice and for that I am vibrationally blessed.  For many, the ability to count blessings isn’t always that easy.  Here is the story of just one boy, who was blessed in a way that later vibrationally made our world wonderful.  I am quite sure by the end of this blog you will recognize him. Vibrational Sharing Debbie A Anderson



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A Grandson of slaves, a boy was born in a poor neighborhood of New Orleans known as the "Back of Town."

His father abandoned the family when the child was an infant, His mother became a prostitute and the boy and his sister had to live with their grandmother. Early in life he proved to be gifted for music and with three other kids he sang in the streets of New Orleans. His first gains were the coins that were thrown to them.

A Jewish family, Karnofsky, who had immigrated from Lithuania to the USA had pity for the 7-year-old boy and brought him into their home. Initially given 'work' in the house, to feed this hungry child. There he remained and slept in this Jewish families home where, for the first time in his life he was treated with kindness and tenderness.

When he went to bed, Mrs. Karnovsky sang him a Russian Lullaby that he would sing with her. Later, he learned to sing and play several Russian and Jewish songs. Over time, this boy became the adopted son of this family. The Karnofsky’s gave him money to buy his first musical instrument; as was the custom in the Jewish families. They sincerely admired his musical talent. Later, when he became a professional musician and composer, he used these Jewish melodies in compositions, such as St. James Infirmary and Go Down Moses.

The little black boy grew up and wrote a book about this Jewish family who had adopted him in 1907. In memory of this family and until the end of his life, he wore a star of David and said that in this family he had learned "how to live real life and determination."

You might recognize him…  This little boy was Louis "Satchmo" Armstrong (August 4, 1901 – July 6, 1971).  As the song goes… “……….what a wonderful world…..”.