A Whopper of a Humdinger of a coincidence.

[bardictiger]

I still don't think I've gotten my head around this one yet, but I'll try to narrate it as best I can and there are a couple things I've learned from today.

First off, I've been in counselling for a few years now to work out some issues with my parents. My mother was an amazing person but died after a long illness 13 years ago next Wednesday. I was 16 and a junior in high school. She was, by all accounts, a beautiful person. Smart, funny, and faithful to the end. She made sure I had every opportunity to thrive, excel and see myself as a capable person. She would answer all my questions as openly and honestly as she could and encouraged me to be curious and adventurous. She studied Psychology in college but was a stay-at home mom while she was well enough to be so. My father is a retired chemical engineer and a polar opposite. He is a poor me interrogator and intimidator. He was about limits and could never see the bigger picture. And because of that he often says and does hurtful things. (I think his father was and Interrogator too but I don't know the whole story there). I'm an aloof poor me.

Fast forward to today. A gray, yucky October day. The colours on the trees here in Maryland are gorgeous and I keep my camera with me to take pictures. but when I put my backpack down to take the picture my cell phone fell out of my backpack pocket. I go back when I realise it's missing but don't see it (even though I don't realise it fell out at this point; right then I thought I'd left it at home. On Saturdays, I have to hike 2 miles to catch the nearest MetroBus so already more than half way to the stop, I keep going. I get on the bus to a subway station here in the suburbs where I transfer to another bus that will take me into DC where my appointment is. As I am transferring to the second bus a guy getting on the same bus notices that I'm holding a copy of "The Tenth Insight" and comments that it's a great book. I smile and agree with him cause I really am enjoying it. (ok that's my shameless plug for the day) I get on the bus and feel like I should go talk to him but I don't, at least not at that time. Coincidence over? Not by a long shot.

Fast forward a couple hours: my session goes well and my therapist asks me what I'm doing today as she usually does when we're winding down. I say I don't know but something tells me I should go to a bookstore in Downtown Washington, DC as I'm looking for a couple other books and this is the only store that seemed to have both in stock. I'm the kind of person who likes to try things on her own before asking for help. It's a sense of independence that came from both parents together but in different ways. The employee behind the counter asks me if I need help but I say not yet. He warns me almost intuitively not to necessarily trust the computer search. Surely as it rained today, the initial search showed that the book had not yet been published when I know that it has (and there are now even used copies floating around of a one-week-old book). At this point I'm ready to ask for help. I wait for the same nice smiling employee to finish a call and ask him to help. Sure enough they have it in stock and he helps me find it. This is lesson #1: It's great to be independent but no bad thing either to ask for help. I used my tingly fingers (AKA Captain Sparrow's Compass) to help me find the other book and I'm off after another quick browse around the store.

At this point I stop at a food court in a nearby building to sit, eat, and ruminate over the day so far. When I'm finished eating I decide to take the same 2-bus route home. Lo and behold but who should be on this bus too but the same guy who spoke to me earlier. Now I have the same nagging feeling that I should talk to him so I finally do. This part of the conversation is brief but it turns out that he had read "The Celestine Prophesy" fifteen years ago. He's very nice and open. I think okay this is good, I'm done. Wrong again. We get back to the same subway station in the suburbs and transfer back onto the same bus AGAIN. Now my Inner voice is screaming at me, "Gina if you don't talk to this guy more I'm going to haunt you sweet little behind for all eternity!" The Inner Voice even told me what to ask. So finally I did. I asked him how he found out about the book and then we got into a conversation about music and music history, technology, history in general. It was AMAZING; really absolutely incredible. I was completely lost in this conversation at a couple points. The things he told me, the experiences he's had that are interwoven in the very collective consciousness of his generation. He's a Baby Boomer like my dad so a lot of what he said resonated with me and reminded me of growing up listening to some of that music which I came to love. I'm still in awe a couple hours later.

Finally, he gets off the bus and about five to ten minutes later I do too. At this point I realise I need to use the restroom so I duck into a nearby supermarket and as I'm entering the security guard says hello to all the customers as they enter and bids good-bye to each as they leave. This doesn't surprise me. My parents had been shopping there pretty much since they moved down to Maryland from Massachusetts. But this was a bit different because of the weather. Usually I don't mind the hike but the weather was miserable and I confided in the security guard that I didn't have my cell phone. He lent me his to call home but no answer because my brother was out. So I left a message and after about ten more minutes and talking to the guard I decide to brave the deluge that I saw after returning from the restroom. So I set off. I just get across the road and headed in the right direction when a small, blue car pulls up into the gas station parking lot adjacent to the sidewalk on the main road. The woman inside the car beckons me and tells me that the security guard told her that I was walking and she offered me a ride for the two miles. I had already encountered the lesson of asking for and accepting help, so I graciously accepted and climbed into her front seat. She was a very nice lady and asked only that I let her know where to turn. We reach my home and she pulls into the driveway and I thank the woman with a massive hug. Now I'm home, and for future reference I must remember to introduce myself, but as this is only my first Christening into the universal Brotherhood of Massive Coincidences (just something I made up now), I think I'll simply make a note of it and let myself off the hook.

What have I learned from all this?
!. it's ok to need, ask for, or accept help.

2. When coincidence calls just answer.

3. Once in a while just do what the Universe tells you to do. There is a reason for it more often than not.

Oh and I discovered how my own drama interferes and where it comes from.
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Smiles and Sunshine 4ever,
Gina

[WolfsEyelash]

Thank you really enjoyed that...we have a lot in common.

love & light

sophia
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"Love knows not it's own depth til the hour of separation"
Namaste *

[bardictiger]

[WolfsEyelash]

Hello my dear...

well the older model i guess, as i'm one of the baby boomers. We both have issues with our parents, me, you and countless others eh, it took me years of self help and counselling.

My mum still lives....but sadly is on her last legs now, she was sick from as far back as i can remember and i cared for her from the age of five when she was released from the asylum following a nervous breakdown. Her name Gina coincidently enough.

My father was one of those too...(what you said) in any event an angry bitter man in his younger days, now he's just bitter bless him.

And just for the record, i have been able to forgive them both, the turning point for me was reading a book called "heal your life" by Louis L Hay, the forgiveness chapter very powerful. There is a book called healing the deeper wound by deepak chopra that i still need to read.

My challenge is also the aloof poor me. However, i've become so aware of it now in my fourties that i usually catch myself and change my thought pattern, the only problem is when i'm asked questions, it's difficult to tell the truth without sounding hard done by. Suffering builds character anyway : )

I have three children 2 daughters of 13, 27 and a son of 25.

I can do stuff with my mind also, but i think a lot of people can whether they realise it or not.

I just can't work out though if i'm making things happen or if the visions are making these things happen.

For example, i was driving down the road and on the radio the news came on and announced that a lady was struck by a golf ball and died, whilst listening to this in horror, i had a vision that a golf ball hit my windscreen, i'm not sure if the vision just came or if a fearful thought from the news conjured it up, anyway later that evening whilst on one of my cat rescue missions, whilst driving along there was a loud crack and there before my eyes on my windscreen there was a big crack on my windscreen, roughly the same size as a golf ball.

Did my fearful vision make this happen or was it a premonition triggered off by the news, i just don't know. I do know that it was more than coincidence because this has happened many times before. Sometimes i have these dreams and always when the colours and the dream are very vivid it comes true.

Sometimes if a person is a bad egg...i get visions of what they've been upto or i vomit and i hate when that happens. If i put my media player on 'random all music' often i'll think of a song, and it's the next one to play. It goes on anyway you get the drift : )

So enough about me. How's your councelling going? Do you feel like you are making good progess? any areas you are struggling with?

love & light

sophia
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"Love knows not it's own depth til the hour of separation"
Namaste *

[bardictiger]

[WolfsEyelash]

I forgot to mention, Music is my passion too, it moves me. I like rock too, but have been listening to moody rock lately, love chris cornell, incubus, foo fighters, and there is a metalica album i love too...it's instrumental but i can't think of the name right now....i'll have to ask my son, he is a musician, plays guitar. Got it 'Apocalypta' i think it is.

I'm a professional layabout at the moment, it's a long story but mainly due to a car crash, otherwise i'd still be teaching but my profession is to teach, subjects being physical fittness, swimming, trampoline coach and driving.

My next mission is to teach holistic healing, learn Rieki and quantum healing.

I'm so pleased to hear of your progress and it warms my heart to see that what took me some twenty years to learn, you and many others i know of on the same path are able to learn in a fraction of the time...things are speeding up.

Anger is quite natural...it's only sadness and hurt speaking in a louder voice. You just need to learn to channel it, and i've always felt that creativity is the best way to do that....it mesmerises the beast as it were. Your strength and intelligence comes through in your writing and i have no doubts in you my friend.

If you feel safe and when you feel ready perhaps you can open up the channels of communication between you and dad and challenge some of his critisisms, choose your timing, ie when he is in a good mood : ) be calm and try to speak your truth from your heart, you will probably sense when this opportunity will present itself to you.

My father was exactly the same about my writing....always critisised my work, infact all my creativity was stamped out, beaten out of me even. As a girl i wanted to sing and used to sit in my room learning songs and singing for hours.

Lovely to chat to you Gina, take care til the next time and thank you for trusting me and sharing with me.

Love & light

Sophia
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"Love knows not it's own depth til the hour of separation"
Namaste *

[purplepower]

bardictiger so lovely to read your story..a day in the life of
I can get too busy to "hear" the syncronisities that guide my life ..but its my guides who keep me on track when I am not consciously doing it.
Their timing is impecable.
For example..I intended a certain amount of tasks to complete this week and as each day came I tackled only what I could then needed 12 hours sleep each night to recover. today (my last day of the week) I completed the list, feeling satisfied and confident. I left all the timing to my guides and they were right on the mark.
In working with fellow collegues I do share of myself this getting to know each other is a constant process. I intend for deeper relationships and they result.I am on path along with them.
Guidence by spirit is not always simple but I have full confidence it is for both my own good and for the good of others.
I have earnt my weekend off...so to my collegues..and when we get back on monday to commence the term 2 program together we undoubtably will work together confidently for the time spent building greater awareness of each other.
I often leave the guidence part up to spirit but take it on when i am relaxed and more awareoutwardly. Saying "yes" and not "no" i find gets me further along the right path.
lovely to meet u
namaste
purplepower

[bardictiger]