Coincidence, coincidences, synchronicity. After a week back east , the man decided to meet briefly with his son , during the walk to the meet , the man was debating about offering up a lesson on patience by using the environment to watch for events , whispers from the universe ,and tell tale signs of its existence . The ability to know and recognize a happening . Upon meeting with the son , the joy of the encounter , the idea was lost , like so many others . A parting gift was exchanged , a meditation crystal , well worn and charged was handed over . The son slung it over his head onto his shoulders and smiled , within that brief time , a large truck turned a corner and its cargo dumped right there in the center of downtown . Not exactly the event requested , but it served its purpose , the universe was welcoming his family into its mold. Thinking , wishing for a coincidence no longer makes it a coincidence, in fact , its now a synchronicity, of whom or what neither matters , the insight lies in the disbelief of coincidences and the faith that arises from this psychic change. Was the driver aware of the actions and effects of this moment in his life , maybe it was the salsa sauce from the evening before , his daughter had ment to put it away , but got distracted by a telemarketer call who was just doing their job . This is the more to life , the happening ,and the awakening of it.
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