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"Stories of rescues -- someone being in the right
place The Power of Flow, p. 19
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 Many years ago I was standing at a crowded crosswalk. It was rush
hour and traffic was four lanes, moving fast. There were many people waiting for the walk
sign to flash. All of a sudden the girl standing in front of me ran out into the traffic.
I saw her and heard the cars' screeching brakes. I instantly ran out and grabbed her by
the neck and pulled her back. She was shook up. She said, "What are you? Who are you?
Are you an angel?" I said, "I guess I was at that moment." Then she said,
"I was going to commit suicide. I thought no one cared, but you did, so someone
cares." I said, "Just don't do that again, ok?" She sat down on the
sidewalk crying, "I won't, I promise I won't."
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I was in my mid-twenties in Minneapolis.
I had
been drinking with my boyfriend at a riverside dive on the wrong side of
downtown Hennepin. We had a bad argument that left me stranded in subzero
weather around 2 a.m. Everything was suddenly closed. There were no taxis,
and I think I was broke anyway. I went into a freezing phone booth by the
road. My roommates didn't answer my call. At this point of panic a station
wagon pulled up. A man asked me if I needed a ride. He said he was with
the environmental protection agency. I nervously got in realizing this was
a dangerous move. He told me I looked like a friend of his from Israel. He
was sure I was her. He asked me how often angelic coincidence occurred in my
life. I said once or twice a year maybe. He responded it occurred for him
every 15 minutes. I was home safe and sound by 2:30. K.T., California
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First understand I am a very "normal" mother of two
teenagers. I live in Chicago and am in sales. I never thought of
my experiences as synchronicity, really. Perhaps a "guardian angel," but I
always have listened to the "voice." Several events are indelibly imprinted
in my memory. I don't wear seat belts - despite state laws. I never wear
them unless I am on the highway. Late one night I went out for milk - a
six-block ride. The streets were basically deserted and as I got into my car
I distinctly heard, like a whisper, "Put on your seat belt." I did. Two
blocks later, at a major four-lane intersection, I had a green light and
went through at about 30 mph. Much to my shock, two cars were drag racing in
the middle of the night. Both cars ran their red light and one car spun out
and missed me by a hair. It was so scary I had to stop my car to keep my
heart from jumping into my throat. Both cars then continued to speed on.
About a year later, now travelling on the Interstate from Chicago to
Indianapolis, going a smooth 70 mph, I heard the voice again, "Slow down.
Pull over to the right. Slow down." I was in the fast lane. The voice was so
strong I couldn't ignore it. I slowed down to perhaps 40 mph. I pulled over
to the slow lane. Then right before my eyes, an 18-wheeler couldn't take the
turn in the road. It hit two other cars and jack-knifed into the median. If
I had kept at my original speed, in the lane I was travelling in, I would
have been one of those cars impacted by the truck. Once again, my heart was
beating a million miles a second as I realized what could have happened if I
had not heeded the "voice" in my head.
Sara
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Chris E., Georgetown, Texas |
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One morning in the late 70's, our friend Wade called to talk to my husband Larry. We lived on Wyoming farms about 4 miles from each other. Wade had been our best man and over the years he and I had become very close. This morning, Larry was in town and Wade said not to worry because he was just calling to shoot the bull. Late that afternoon as I headed to town, I met Larry on his way home. We waved and I continued on. I remembered that Wade wanted to talk to him, but I decided I'd just tell Larry when I got home. But suddenly I found myself turning around and racing after Larry. I flagged him down and suggested that he stop by Wade's on his way home. Then I turned around and proceeded on to town, feeling fascinated that I had taken the time to stop Larry . . . I mean, Wade just wanted to chat. A few minutes later, Larry pulled into Wade's farm yard----just as Wade's leg became caught in the PTO shaft of a tractor he was repairing. Larry sprang out of his pickup and ran to help. Before Larry could get the tractor shut down, it had completely removed Wade's overalls and had begun to bite into his leg. If Larry hadn't pulled in at precisely the moment he had, Wade would have probably lost his leg, or perhaps more. Later we marveled at the fact that I turned around and went after Larry . . . it was so routine for Wade to call to chat and it was highly unusual for me to have taken the extra step to race after Larry and flag him down. And we knew that something bigger than all of us was involved. And my strong bond with Wade became even stronger. |
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The day of the power blackout in August 2003, I
arrived at a friend's in Toronto moments before the power went out. We went
out to my car to listen to my radio to find out what the problem was. Having
heard, we were standing in the driveway when a neighbor came by and asked
if we were aware of the presence of a huge basketball-sized hornet's nest in
a pine tree, face level, less than 10 feet off the drive. My friend had not
known it was there, and we all marveled at this formidable but beautiful
sight. On arriving home a few days later, I set out to cut the grass with
our ride-on mower. I felt compelled to walk the property to check for signs
of bee nests. As I was finishing my walk about, I rounded one of my two fir
trees, and there, a mere foot or so above my head, was the same type of nest
as was at my friend's home 500 km away. It was just as lethal looking, and I
decided to have a professional deal with it. When he arrived, he informed me
that these were white-faced hornets and very aggressive, and had I driven
under the nest in my ride-on, the hornets would definitely have attacked me.
He received his first sting of the season as he approached the nest. I am
allergic to bee venom, and shudder to think what would have happened if I
had not seen the nest at my friend's house. Having heard a radio segment on
synchronicity a few weeks later, and having never heard of it before beyond
it being called coincidence, I was further amazed at yet another
"coincidence". This is a very interesting topic that I am now exploring. I
was yet again surprised to find a website where I could share my recent
synchronicity event. Having had this profound experience, I will in the
future listen carefully to the events in my life. Marsha, Canada
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