Synchronicity

syn·chro·nic·i·ty

noun

The simultaneous occurrence of events that appear significantly related but have no discernible causal connection.

I believe each of us has had those moments when a series of events have happened simultaneously that there is no logical explanation to. As far back as I can remember, there have been such events and happenings in my life. Looking back now I can say with conviction that these were signs from the Universe. I have been guided, if you will, by a Higher Power and have always received clear answers and calls to action.

Life is indeed stranger than fiction…

Walking into a bookstore one day on my way to meet up with a friend, I stopped in my tracks as my eye was immediately drawn to a book. I picked up “Daring Greatly” by Brené Brown, and opened it at random.

The page opened to a speech by President Theodore Roosevelt. He said:

“It is not the critic who counts; not the man who points out how the strong man stumbles, or where the doer of deeds could have done them better. The credit belongs to the man who is actually in the arena, whose face is marred by dust and sweat and blood; who strives valiantly; who errs, who comes short again and again. Because there is no effort without error and shortcoming; but who does actually strive to do the deeds; who knows great enthusiasms, the great devotions; who spends himself in a worthy cause;
Who at the best knows in the end the triumph of high achievement, and who at the worst, if he fails, at least fails while daring greatly…”

I had goose bumps. At the back of my mind I was still on the fence with nagging doubts if writing my memoir was a sound idea. Here was my answer. It was almost as if I was reading about my own trials and tribulations. God had just confirmed, yet again. I was willing to “walk into the arena” and show up with all the courage I could muster.

I was in awe at how the book just fell into my lap. It is true that the teacher appears when the student is ready. As soon as I had set the intention, the Universe wasted no time in responding.

As if I had not received enough signs to move forward. First, the meditation at Jack Canfield’s seminar, and now Brene’s book, yet I procrastinated. I was struggling, and looking for every excuse and reason why I could not proceed. It was getting old, this constant second-guessing, and looking for answers.

An excerpt from Unveiling:

“Give me a clear sign you have not deserted me. Father, I need more than a vague message, but a very clear sign.”

Early on January 26, 2013, as I moved through the house with incense sticks I placed around my home each morning, I walked to the large Buddha ensconced in my garden in the back yard with this offering. Southern California’s winters are not cold, however without flowers and leaves on the trees the garden was bare. In summer, the garden cascaded with scarlet geraniums and crimson-colored roses and then I always placed a red flower in Buddha’s hands.

On that morning walking into the garden I was about to add incense in front of the statue, but stopped. Right in Buddha’s palm was a bright red rose. “This is not possible,” I said, looking around and seeing no flowers at all. “Everything is bare.”

No one had been in my house for weeks now. Where had the rose come from?

“From God,” I answered in a silent breath. “I asked for a clear sign. You did. You did right here in my home. You are watching over me.” I sat on the bench in front of my Buddha as tears of joy spilled over my cheeks. “Thank you, God,” I said again and again. Refreshed and awash with joy and gratitude, I said, “You are the only family I have now. I know for sure while the rest of the world has turned their back on me, You will never desert me or forsake me”

Strength surged through me. I never would have believed that to be possible, but He made it so. I would fight the fight until God told me otherwise. Convinced I would always have Divine help, I picked myself up. I shook off the doubts and sadness that had consumed me.”

“The Universe is not outside of you. Look inside yourself; everything you want, you already are” ~ Rumi