A Text Message On My Phone

Greetings!

Last Wednesday (Nov. 11) something strange happened in the afternoon.

My son came home from work around 4:30 p.m.  He said he wanted to eat pizza.  I turned on the oven.  I took out a pizza from the freezer, and rearranged the toppings.  When the temperature of the oven reached 400 degrees, I put the pizza inside.  It took about 24 minutes for the pizza to be ready.  The kitchen mechanical manual timer was near where I was, and I used it to set the time.  

I sat by the dining table.  My son was talking to a friend on his phone.  At one point, I looked at the timer.  There was over ten minutes left before the pizza was ready.  I decided to go for a short walk.

The school field was close to our apartment building.  I walked in.  The sky was already dark.  I observed a man wearing a hoodie was walking in the middle of the grass field, and two cars parked in the school parking lot which was a distance away.  There was a line of maple trees by the fence that separated the apartment buildings and the school.  I walked to touch the trees as I normally did.  As I touched the third tree, I felt a pulse on my phone inside the pocket of my pants.  I found it somewhat strange because I set different ringtones for functions on my phone and not vibrations.  I turned on my phone, and saw a message on the screen -

Leaving now

Leaving now

My first thought was my son texted me that he was about to go somewhat.  Then I saw that the message was from me!  However, I was not the one that typed it!  I thought 'Oh! No! My phone has been hacked!'  I also thought there might have been a malfunction that my son was really letting me know he was going somewhere since he was on his phone when I left.  My phone rang.  My son sent me a message -

Oh k

Where

His message confirmed that he received my 'Leaving now' message, and wondered where we would be going.  I rushed home to tell my son what happened.

I walked into the apartment saying, "Oh, my phone has been hacked!  I did not send you the message . . . "  Then it came to me to check the pizza in the oven right away.  The manual timer was no longer clicking.  The pizza was a little bit burnt.  I let out a sigh of relief that the pizza was still good.

What do you think, my friends?  Had my phone been hacked?  Could it be my angels and guides were alerting me to go home for the pizza was more than ready?

No matter what, I was glad I rushed back to the apartment in time to save the pizza.

I always honored the angels on Nov. 1 (a 111 day) and Nov. 11 (a 1111 day).  This incident happened on Nov. 11.  

Angels, thank you for your active, loving presence in my life! 

Love and Blessings, 

Q of D