How do you explain confluences of events that defy explanation? Physical objects large or small appear in places with timing that astounds you. You call this synchronicity. Perhaps you write it off to chance. Then why do you call it anything at all? For it points to a larger hand at work. A most excellent metaphor, for you are part of one body—all of you who get together and exclaim with excitement about these so-called coincidences. You, dear one, co-incide as One … being. And the One delights in surprising its selves over and over and over until they finally awaken and say, “Oh, yes. I forgot for a while. Here I AM!”
You are so very loved.
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The evening my mother died I stood at her bedroom window crying and a barn owl flew and sat on the nearest branch outside and stared at me for five minutes. My mother knew I loved owls. We had a pair of owls who had babies every year in our barn
Thabk you for your messages. once I figure out how to respond to your beautiful teachings I will respond!🤗❤️❤️
Thank you!! 🙏💖✨