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No Coincidence as I Update My Website

I am acquainted with spiritual people who would argue that coincidences exist, and those moments have no meaning. In my opinion, every moment is important. Every meeting is preordained. Every moment of your life from conception to death is sacred. I have an all-or-nothing belief. That does not mean by any means that I understand the meaning behind every moment, every interaction, or every meeting. I simply have the awareness that it could have meaning to someone somewhere sometime. Every moment, every interaction and every meeting represent a stone that is dropped into water. Those moments, interactions and meetings send ripples of energy into the Universe. It is important to have the conscious awareness of that, even if we have no idea how those ripples will touch other people’s lives.


Someday I will write a book, maybe even several books. A story that will be included in one of those books is about an experience that involved mediumship and a man that chose suicide. I told that story to someone at my work on Saturday afternoon.


The next day while at work, I saw a woman walking across my department with something in her hand. As she got closer, I asked if she had found everything she was looking for. Mid-sentence I recognized the woman. It was the widow of the man in the story I had just told my co-worker the day before. I hadn’t seen the widow in over four years. I thought, “That’s no coincidence!” The chances of her showing up the day after I told someone that story, were unbelievable.


The woman and I chatted for a bit and then parted ways. I told my daughters. I posted it on my personal Facebook profile. I joked that dead people were ganging up on me.


Apparently, I shouldn’t have joked about it because two days later I was at work, I looked up to see a young woman holding a baby and taking a photo of the Halloween display. I asked her if she wanted me to take a photo of her and the baby in front of the display. When she turned around, I said her name in a questioning tone. She recognized me. We chatted for a bit and then parted ways.


As she walked away, I thought, “Holy fuck! What’s going on?” In the story of the man who chose suicide, I mentioned this young woman’s dad. It was something that he posted on social media that confirmed that I had connected with the spirit of the man who had chosen suicide.


I hadn’t seen this young woman in over six years, but there she was standing in front of me a few days after I had mentioned her dad in my story.


No coincidences to see here. Just a dead guy sending his loved ones, without them knowing it, to tell me, simply with their presence, that I need to offer mediumship services on my website despite my resistance to doing that.



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