The Voice Said "Turn Around, Go Back Into the Fire" - Surviving the Firestorm of South Cal 2007

Before we went to bed Sunday night, my husband Billybetween Bandy Canyon and Highland Valley were
and I looked at the latest fire information on local TV,two fire trucks sitting in the road, near one of the few
spoke our prayers, and felt safe. We always saidplaces the trees were still untouched.
special prayers for our land, the other two familiesWe rolled down our window, and smoke billowed in,
here, and for guidance, protection and direction in all"turn around," they said, "it's the only way out." "No, we
things. It is a daily part of our lives to actively listen forwere just there," Billy said. The man got on his radio,
the Divine voice, and follow the leadings. What wouldand confirmed, "You're right. There is no way out. Just
leave its mark in history as "Firestorm 2007" hadsit tight here for a minute." He came back with two
barely begun. And "the witch fire," one of the originalbottles of water and cloth filter masks and said, "we
fires that would merge with many others, was milescan't do anything else here, we are going to try to get
and miles away near the town of Ramona, and theredown the mountain. Put your car in between us." At
was no information given about evacuating Highlandthat moment, a small pickup truck with Hispanic
Valley Road where we lived. Within a few hours weworkers in the back of it careened off the road beside
would be asked to trust our lives to that voice in theus and hit the back of the other fire truck. They were
midst of a firestorm of flame and cinders, surroundedtold to drive between the fire trucks too. We were
with no open roads or discernible way out.going to leave in a few moments. We were going to
That Sunday the wind had been blowing fiercely, thebe escorted down the mountain, with their full fire
Santa Ana winds were gusting down the mountainequipment and safety gear, including manual lights to
and through the avocado grove, piling at our front doorcheck each crossing of the power lines. I knew this
a thick layer of leaves. I had opened the windows, thewas the safe place God wanted us to be right now.
wind had always given me a feeling of exhilaration;My heart was thankful, but we were still sitting in the
and I was happy to see the leaves dance with the fallroad in the midst of the fires.
season change. Our two cats were not as impressed,The Divine voice came again. "You must move. There
and Munchie and Angel hid under the couch until I gotwill be a flare up over the road in 5 minutes..." "Billy!" I
the message and closed the windows back down. Mysaid, "We have to go now! Tell them we have to
husband noticed a light layer of dust on the counter,move NOW!" Soon the voice said, "4 minutes..." The
and there was a slight smell like a campground cookingfireman knocked on our car and we rolled our window
fire in the air.down. "We have to go now!" I shouted across my
Highland Valley road is on a ridge line above the Sanhusband's lap, We only have a few minutes!" The
Pasqual Valley, near the San Diego Wild Animal Park.fireman seemed a bit taken back by my forcefulness,
The sunsets and views from here are wonderful, andbut assured me they are getting in their trucks now.
though both roads down the mountain wind and turnOn "2 minutes" we started moving, and slowly we
for miles, it seems to be the favorite route forcaravanned down this alley of sorrow and hope. The
weekend visitors on their way to the quaint little townfire raged onto the trees behind us. We continued
of Julian and their famous apple pie. Situated as wesafely through the orange smoke and flames until we
are on the outskirts of the three towns of Escondido,had passed the nursery on the backside of Rancho
Poway and Ramona, it seems that city officials don'tBernardo. We got onto the freeway. So many homes,
really know what area we live in, since on that fatefulmany new constructions, had surely burned. But many
night of the fire, none of us on Highland Valley gotwould also be saved. I knew this would be a time of
reverse 911 calls to evacuate. I guess they thought themiracles for many people, and many stories of
other area was taking care of it. But in the meanwhile,thanksgiving would occur this night.
some kind of gap in the system left an entire areaWe drove south since the North 15 was sealed off by
without warning.the local police and we kept going all the way to a
My husband was in bed and I was in the living room onhotel in San Diego, coughing, praising God for our lives
the computer. About 3 a.m. Monday morning, and Iand making phone calls all along the way. Our
heard a distinct voice say, "we can't hold it back anywonderful landlords were safe, they had actually been
longer. You must leave." I looked up quizzically and thenowhere near the fire, but had been up visiting in Los
adrenalin shot through my body - the house wasAngeles. Our caretaker had been with friends, and
surrounded by orange glowing smoke, and brightwas not on the property. We called our families; none
flames were racing toward the house from all sides, allknew what had been happening. When we asked the
in a circle about 300 feet away. I yelled, "Billy! The firehotel to book for a few days, we were told they could
is HERE!" He shot out of bed, looked out the window,only promise a couple of days, because they were
said, "Get dressed. You get the computers, I'll get theexpecting a big convention in town. We told them
cats." We still had lights. I raced to the closet, prayingthings would be much different this week, and to
for guidance, praying to stay calm. I pulled on an oldexpect an overload from people leaving their homes.
Star Wars "Jedi - may the force be with you" t-shirtThey looked at us like we were crazy. I guess we
and headed for the two laptops that have ourwere some of the first running from the fire. We
business and book information on them. As a healercollapsed on the bed, tried to get a grip on what just
and stigmata-bearer, I had experienced many unusualhappened and then later bought some food and
things in my life, and the notes and information thatclothes, since all we had was literally 2 computers and
came through those times of Divine connection was"the shirts on our backs."
not to be lost. I remembered to pull the power cordsThe next day we booked a flight to New York, to
out of the walls. I grabbed my purse. But I forgot mystay with relatives. We boarded the plane carrying our
wedding ring. "Get in the car! NOW!" Billy shouted tolaptops in a canvas health-food bag and our clothes in
me, as he threw the couch to one side to try to getthe Jedi t-shirt, with the sleeves tied into a knot to
the cats. As he continued to try to capture them to nomake a bag. Though people looked at us strange at
avail, I yelled back to him, "we can't wait, come now!"first, when we had the chance to explain, there was
We both knew the choice we had to make, our heartsalways tears in their eyes, as they seemed to also
were breaking - he grabbed his wallet, his cell phone,understand how indeed "the Force" was with us, and
our prayer book of The Divine Decrees and raced outhow people are more important than things. I teased
the door, and jumped in the car.Billy, saying this is one way to get out of mowing the
He looked over at me and said, "which way do welawn, and how he was always after me to pack lightly
go?" All around us was the flames. It was upon usfor travel.
now. I listened. My heart was racing, but my mind wasTwo days went by, then three, and four. From my
calm. Go up the driveway, then head down Highlandfather-in-law's TV we watched everything we could,
Valley to the I15 freeway. We started up the driveway,and I went online to try to get information about our
flames everywhere, we were evidently in a pocket,house or Highland Valley Rd. My high emotions about
and it looked like the fires had been burning longerthe status of the property were clogging up any
around us. Our homes are behind a large woodeninformation I could get from Divine sources. I felt
gate, which opens by electricity. In the few moments iteverything was OK, as if a bubble surrounded our
took to go from our house to the gate, the electricityarea. The news we heard wasn't good. Neighbors
had gone out, and it wouldn't open. The car in front ofabove us had evidently been warned by friends to
the caretaker's little trailer was gone, so we knew heleave, but their bodies were found charred in the
had probably left. There were flames behind his trailerdebris. The neighbors across from us had survived by
taller than his trailer. We couldn't see our landlord'sjumping in their pool with towels over their head and
house on top of the hill, and I prayed they were alright. Iwatched as their house burned; others had driven their
asked if we needed to go up there and get them. I gotvan into an empty field, and lived. Still, through it all, I held
the answer "no." They are an active but older couple,out hope for our little home, and especially our 2 kitties.
and I didn't know how they could get out as quickly asYet even from Google-earth, it looked like our home
was needed. But I was not compelled to go up. Iwas gone, and no roof was apparent, just a white
trusted I was hearing what I needed to hear.area. Everyone, including my husband, said I should just
Billy pulled the gate open, and we headed down thelet it go, that nothing could survive what we had driven
road. It was an eerie sight. The smoke was so thick;through. I tried to convince myself they were right, that
you couldn't see anything until you were upon it. Weit was just me being hopeful, and living my healing
knew where the road was because the road was thebusiness mantra "Be realistic...expect a miracle!" So on
only one place the fire wasn't. It was a black stripthe fourth day, I gave up the thought. A dear friend
through the orange flames. Every house I could seefound us another place and was taking the steps to
was a bonfire. Anyplace there was fuel, the fire wassecure the rental for us, even volunteering to furnish it
taking it as its own. I asked the Holy Angels to try tofor us. Times like these truly show what is deep in the
save our cats, and even our home if possible. I got theheart of each person, and will bring it to the forefront.
answer. "We will try our best." We are newlyweds,Even as I see some looting homes, others are opening
and all of our wedding pictures, my original songs fromtheirs up to strangers.
when I was in the music business, all of my paintingsI had seen unHoly Angels in the forefront of the
would be gone. The statue of Mary that weptflames, I knew they delight in destruction. This fire was
whenever Holy stigmata would happen, and the twonot "an act of God," The Big Guy is all about love, not
Angel statues above the bed that did the same, allpunishment, he doesn't bring the bad stuff, but he
would be burned. How could they not be?desires to save us out of it. A few days before the
I would be happy to get out with our lives. I asked Godfire, we were given an illustration about how we are all
simply for that, and prayed safety for all those aroundasked to be the mystic, to hear him for ourselves. He
us. All material things can be replaced. I took comfort insaid, "As the arrow leaves the bow for your
knowing that every song had been played, and everydestruction, you will be told to move right, or to move
moment was recorded in our hearts, and none of thatleft, and you must do so without hesitation and without
could ever be lost, the energy of it continues forever inquestion." We had no idea this would be literal for us in
our mind and in the mind of God. In the midst of thejust a few days. During a fire, everything changes in a
fire, I smiled. All these thoughts racing through as fastsecond. We had to be open to change too, and go
as wildfire (I know what that means now). My husbandwith it.
said; "I can't see the road. Hold on." I said I left myThe call came later on the fourth day, from our
wedding ring." "It's OK, he said, so did I." "We'll be OK,"landlords. "We are calling you from inside your house, it
he said. We passed by Bandy Canyon road, and weis here, everything is intact, and I put food and water
were again told by The Big Guy to keep going straight,out for your cats. Our house is still here too and is fine,
down Highland Valley Road to the freeway. Iand even the caretaker's trailer. Everything around us
wondered if we would be out of it after we got downis gone. Part of the grove is damaged. It is a miracle." I
the mountain.cried with amazement, when the Angels say they will
Instead, it was just as bad if not worse there, andtry their best, there is a lot to that!
each home was another bonfire through the smoke.The fire burned a circle around our land; most
The heat inside the car from the flames was so bad Ieverything around us is devastated. Friends say our
prayed our gas tank wouldn't catch on fire. A white albhome doesn't even smell like smoke on the inside. I
(my husband is a Priest) was hanging in the back seat.can't wait to return, we are still in New York, and the
I grabbed it and emptied a bottle of Holy Water on itwater and power will be back on in another week or
and we put it over our mouths to breathe through.so. We have many friends who have offered to help
Now we had the swampy flatland on one side of theus with our needs, which are basically just giving our
road, and a water treatment plant on the other. Therepets love until we return.
was little room for error, and not being able to seeIt is unreasonable that our place exists, just as it was
through the thick, white smoke everywhere, we ranunreasonable to turn around and drive back into the
off the road at the intersection. Easily we moved thefire. I have learned much from this experience. I have
car back onto the road and continued navigating ourlearned that seeing with the literal eyes can sometimes
way, gunning the car at times to make it through areasdistract from seeing the real truth through the eyes of
where the trees where on fire and hanging over thefaith. I have learned that Divine direction is always
road. We came upon a car on the road, completelythere and that we can hear it even in times of ultimate
engulfed in flames, the Angels said no one was burningstress. And I have learned that contrary to stereotype,
in the car. We got over as far as we could, andthere are men who will ask for directions - and listen to
gunned it again. We were driving through the fire withtheir wives even when they are told to drive back into
one ear to the heavens, and one ear to the earth. Wethe fire! Through this experience, I have run the gamut
were almost to the freeway now, only about a quarterof emotions: joy, sadness, melancholy, loss and elation.
mile. The smoke was less here, and we only had toFor me, it is similar to the stigmata, almost a
pass by a plant nursery and we would be free.resurrection while still in the body, a rebuilding from the
We briefly saw a horse trailer ahead of us, and theninside out. There are many digging out from the ashes.
they disappeared into the smoke. We came uponPeople will either choose to praise God for their life
people along the road, who had gotten out of theirand the lives of their loved ones, or blame him for the
cars. "Is it safe to go the other way?" a man asked.losses that have occurred.
"We can't get through this way, the flames are overAs I see it, there are only two choices, love or fear.
the road. We can't get out." The nursery was on fire. ILove moves us forward, to rebuild, to have hope, to
saw a vision in my mind's eye, how it was OK to driveregrow. Fear stagnates and freezes us, and keeps us
through on the road, but that it must be quick, and Ifrom being the true potential we were created to be,
saw that people would panic as the flames blewand having the beautiful lives we were meant to have.
through from one side to another over them, and I sawWe all have defining moments in our lives, and the San
vehicles losing control and blocking the way, and thenDiego fires have been defining moments for many
people could be hurt. It was like a TV screen beforepeople: for the heroic firefighters who guided so many
my eyes. What to do?to safety, for the police who helped keep people calm
"Turn around, go back into the fire" I heard. What? Iand directed their exits, for all those who listened to
said it out loud, "Billy, turn around and go back into thethat voice inside telling them, "go this way or go that
fire." My husband turned and looked at me. "What?way." May we be thankful for our lives, and see
Let's just be sure you are hearing right. You are undereverything else as just an additional perk along the
a lot of stress. Go back into the fire? Are you sure?"way. Everything will be OK. Even now, can't you hear
"Yes!" I said, turn around now, go back up the hill andthat voice inside you telling you that? Believe me, you
into the fire!" So we did. We hurried back into the thickcan trust that Voice with your life, we did.
smoke and flames as quickly as we had left them.***Closing Update - we are back and everything is so
"Are you sure?" Billy asked once more. "Yes! I'm sure!"surreal, people sifting through the ashes of their homes
I answered as we passed a power pole ablaze, thewhile others are merely cleaning their windows. There
lines ready to drop. I knew that I was putting both ouris melancholy in the air, and much melancholy and
lives into the hands of Him who knew the way out, butmixture of the full spectrum of emotions. It is like
was I confident enough in my ability to hear, for thesouthern California has been through a war, and are
calmness I prayed for was lasting even "under fire."experiencing post-traumatic stress syndrome. Update
I had seen healing miracles happen under my handson our home - it is in perfect shape, as are our kitties!
thousands of times, I had seen the new medicalThere is burn everywhere else, and definite lines
reports, pet scans and blood work of others who Godclearly seen around the perimeter of our home. Even
had brought through life-changing times. Now my lifethough (didn't we keep the Angels busy!) we left 2
and that of my beloved husband relied on only a fewone-gallon containers of gasoline for the lawn mower
words. No one else was coming down the road. It wason the front porch, right against our home. And we
nearly impassable. Our eyes were tearing from thehave water, and even the power is back on. So now I
smoke. I thought in my analytical mind, "maybe it is soam back at work continuing to fulfill the commission
we can go down the other way, down BandyThe Big Guy gave me, "Heal my children, help them
Canyon." Maybe that is why we were told to go backremember who they are," with hardly a bump. God is
up. But that wasn't the case. Exactly at the intersectiongood!