"When we're in love, synchronicity seems to jump out
all over the place. We feel light-headed, happy,
open; the world is smiling back at us,
giving the relationship a sense of destiny."
The Power of Flow, page 18
dear friend and her husband had always wanted to retire
property that would enable them live as they wanted. Bob loved tennis and
the purchase would include enough room to have a tennis court built. They
found the property that would fulfill their dreams, with room for the
envisioned tennis court. They bought the property but one month before the
closing date Bob died suddenly of a heart attack. Sue sadly moved into the
house alone and every morning for the next two years tried to pull herself
from the lonely depression and darkness that had gathered around her. One
early morning while walking alone with her thoughts on her missing love, she
walked along near the area on the property that Bob had wanted to clear for
his tennis court. Suddenly she looked and there in the underbrush lay a
tennis ball. There was absolutely no way the ball could have or should have
been there. Sue decided to build the tennis court in memory of Bob. She
called a contractor and the work was begun. The man who owned the company
was named Bob, and guess what, loved tennis. They were later married, and
the date of their wedding was the same date that Sue had found the ball,
which was the anniversary date of her first husband’s death.
My ex-boyfriend passed away in a tragic car accident, at a young age.
He was the love of my life, I was only 16 when I met him. He was the most amazing man I've ever met. He never hurt me, all he did was love me with all his heart....due to differences we broke up, but I didn't stop loving him. He wanted to live in a town that I hated, so we went our ways. Few years later, him and I both are happy and moved in in our lives. His girlfriend was 7 months pregnant when he died, it was the worst sadest news I'd ever heard. He never even got to meet his son, and he wanted nothing more then to be a dad. I ended up miscarrying only weeks after he died. Two years later I'm pregnant again, and I end up being induced a month or so early. Hours in labour, wondering when my son would come into the world? What day would he be born on? He was born on my ex-boyfriend's birthday. I prayed for my son, he is my miracle baby, as doctors said I couldn't have children...... and he is perfect, he is everything I wished for and more.....I remembered then, back when I was young, my ex and I promising other, that we loved each other so much that if one died before the other, that we'd come back to be with them for the rest of their lives....well he's here, in my arms, and mine forever, my beautiful son. And I know he is very special and was sent into my life to make it worth living. My son being born saved me.
When I was 11 years old I fell madly in love with a certain boy.
It happened the moment I laid eyes on him. It was like a lightning bolt. A thunderclap. It was absolute. Eventually, we lost touch after a couple of years but my feelings remained strong. I loved him. I had dated other people along the way but he was different. It was almost magical. Twelve years later he resurfaces and we begin dating. Life circumstances again separate us. Nothing negative. No fights or arguments. Just life. We lose touch. I am on one side of the country, he is on another. Another twelve years later I am at the gas station one block from my new home. I see a man walk in front of my car who I instantly recognize as "the boy." But I dismiss it as "impossible" and drive away. A few months later, he resurfaces in my life once again. He is now working two miles from my home. It was indeed him at the station. The rest remains to be seen.
Lately I have started believing in the idea that people come into our lives for a season, for a reason,
no matter how brief the encounter; there is potential to change something inside.
I am 30 years old and have been in love for over five years with someone who was never available. It becomes a habit, and a rather safe choice to remain in love with someone who is not there. Somehow it makes it easier to explain the pain which is mostly self-inflicted and based on the fact that it is so convenient to invest your emotions on something not real; because I would have no clue how to handle if something real and good would come into my life.
It was a friend's birthday dinner. We ended up going someplace else for drinks afterwards. I was talking to my friends, enjoying the evening and conversations that flowed freely, when something made me look across the room. There he was staring at me across the room with a warm smile that looked so familiar. I couldn't help but smile back, and when he walked all the way to me and said hello, it was like saying hello to an old friend. Polarity is the word for it. It was easy. It was probably half an hour into the conversation that I even realized that I haven't even checked if my friends were around. He held my had and it felt so natural to let him do that. We danced and talked. He said that he was going away on a five-month trip in two week's time. Somehow it didn't seem to matter. It was a wonderful night.
He took me out on a date a couple of nights later. For the first time in my life, I understood what it feels to be cherished and appreciated as a woman. For the first time in my life I know what it feels like to make love, not just have sex. He was affectionate, attentive, chivalrous and was completely with me when he was around me. He said 'It's so easy being with you.' I realized that's how it should be. It's easy being with someone when you truly connect. It's comfortable. No mind games or silly insecurities.
He left for his trip today; we made no promises. It would be unrealistic to do so. Maybe if fate has it or it is meant to be, we might meet again when he is back.
I have been in a very dark place in my life for a while now, and somehow he has opened up a light in me. I've finally let go of the toxic web of being in love with someone who is never there. He has awakened a desire to make some major changes in my stagnant life and give away the excuses of doing it another day. I am starting to live again and looking forward to making amends.
The strangest thing is, that night we had tried to go to several different pubs but we couldn't get in because one of our friend had a three-quarter pants on, and his attire didn't fit the dress code of many places. We only ended up going to that particular pub because we could all get in.
Somehow I think it was fate. Somehow our paths crossed for a reason, and that was to wake me up from my slumber of nothingness
I have been involved in a romantic
relationship with RBC
for more than a year
now. I am in California, and he is on the East Coast. Everyday we talk on
the phone about the business we are doing together or about ourselves.
After about four months of our relationship, we started noticing something
very strange happening to us.
One morning I woke up
with a headache. I couldn't trace the source. Then he called me and said
he drank some whisky the night before and he got a headache from the
hangover. Sometimes, he had a problem with his eye and I had it too. When he
was full of energy, tired or whatever, I was feeling the same or vice-versa.
This went on and was happening at exactly the same time. So we couldn't
conclude that one or the other was just being sympathetic towards the other.
At a very unlikely hours in California I would feel very sleepy. It turned
out, he was taking a nap in the East Coast or he was overseas and it was
Recently I was working
on my computer. It was cold and yet my palms were strangely sweating and my
heart was pumping fast like I was nervous about something that I didn't even
know. This feeling went on and on making me feel very uneasy and
uncomfortable. That afternoon, he called and told me how upset he was and
nervous about someone he is working with in his office. Then of course, I
told him what I was going through.
In the latest episode,
I suddenly felt sick. I got a horrible headache about 2 p.m. California
time. Three hours later, he called and didn't sound good. I asked him what
was happening with him. He told me he got a bad headache. I asked him when
it started. He told me about 5p.m. East Coast time. Then he guessed that I
had it too.
By the way, I'm at the
end of my divorce and when I change my name to my maiden name again, I will
end up having the initials RBC.
We are actually
puzzled about what is going on with us and if there is anyone out there who
can explain to us, we would appreciate it greatly.
I picked up your book several years
ago. I found it to be a fascinating
read, but put it aside because school was too demanding. Synchronicity was
also lacking in my life, so the book didn't have much meaning for me. I
figured that if there was anything to this synchronicity theory, then I
would pick it back up at the right time.
Nicole and I met on an internet
dating website. My neighbor Pat and I had recently played guitar at an open
mike night at a local club. During our first date, at my apartment, Pat
unexpectedly showed up. We decided to play a couple songs for Nicole, even
though I felt kind of cheesy doing so. As soon as I put my guitar on my
lap, Nicole exclaimed, "That's where I know you from!" It turns out she was
at the club the other night and saw us perform. Nicole had ended a bad date
with another man, and then picked this club at random. She liked me on
stage, and wanted to talk to me that night, but I was with someone else. It
turns out that during our first date, I was wearing the same shirt I wore on
stage- that was how she recognized me.
We both recently got out of bad
relationships, where our needs went unfulfilled and we were
under-appreciated. These bad relationships, and the misery that came with
them, turned out to be blessings in disguise. They helped us learn about
ourselves enough to know what we want in a relationship, and our
appreciation of each other is enhanced beyond words.
Nicole has always sought someone
like her father, and she found these qualities in me. Here's the kicker- we
are both named Tom. I read in your book that it might take years to
recognize synchronicity. My first girlfriend was named Nicole. It looks
like my last girlfriend, soon to be my fiancée, has the same name. Now that
I am re-reading your book, and have the distraction of school behind me, I
can recognize synchronicity all around. My prediction was correct- whenever
I decided to re-read your book, it would be the right time.
T.L., United States
I've been going
to my hair salon for over nine years
and knew everyone there.
This man had been going to same salon for five years. We never met. On this
particular day he walked in. I found him attractive and I whispered this to
my friend 'Lisa' who worked there. I had not expected her to say anything in
response to my comment. She immediately called him over and introduced us.
I later learned that his own hair appt. that day was miscommunicated and he
had to reschedule. Within 10 minutes of us meeting he asked me out to
lunch. Our lunch date five days later was nicely, oddly, uniquely very
connecting and enjoyable. Later in the week we met for coffee at which time
he said "I don't know if you believe in past lives or not, but if you do, it
almost feels like we've know each other before." I had felt that also and
replied "Well, if that's the case...hello again." We're both mature adults
in our early 50's, keen minds, enjoy life and we both felt this powerful,
unique connection right away. We have been dating for 3 months now. Don't
know if we were brought together to cross paths and share lessons then move
on, or if our relationship will become long term. My concern has been 'why
do we feel this unique mutual strong soulful connection at such an early
point of knowing each other? I have since come to relax about it and just
let the relationship flow.
Carol, United States
My husband and I have been married for twenty years
this July. I've always believed in the power of synchronicity and how it
can help you in life. This is my story.
I was 20 and had just broken off an engagement and was
feeling pretty low. For a lark I went to see a friend of my mother's who
did tarot card readings. That night she told me that she saw me in the
future with a man who was very tall (I am quite tiny, only 5'2") who had
dark hair, the most gorgeous blue eyes and she told me that I would know him
by his lovely big smile. She said she could see him bending over me as he
was so tall. She told me that I would meet him through work and that it
would be very soon. I came away from the meeting thinking "Oh, yeah, right,
I'm going to meet a tall, dark, handsome stranger. How many times have I
heard that before?" and laughed it off.
At the time I happened to be working for a
brick-making company which was quite a long way away from where I lived. It
was in what was then more like a small country town than anything else. The
only people I ever got to meet there were the men in the office and the guys
down in the factory, none of whom I was even vaguely interested in. One day
a few weeks later I was bemoaning my single state to the boss's secretary
when she said "The lady who lives next door to me has a son who doesn't have
a girlfriend. Why don't I ask him to call you?" I thought "Why not, I
might as well take a chance" and told her to go ahead. I was the
receptionist for the company at the time and I took a call the next day from
someone who asked to speak to the boss's secretary. This wasn't unusual but
something said to me "That's the guy". I put the call through but the
secretary called me a moment later and told me the next door neighbour's son
was on the phone. I took the call and started to talk to this gorgeous
sounding guy. He asked me if I would meet him for a blind date that Friday
night which just happened to be on a Friday 13th. We made arrangements to
meet and I hung up. I couldn't stop thinking about him until Friday came
around but funnily enough I never asked the secretary what he looked like.
When I got to the meeting place I wondered how I would
recognise him. We hadn't even got around to asking that question. I don't
remember how we recognised each other in such a crowded room but we did.
And he was exactly the way my mother's friend had described him. He was
very tall, 6'4", had beautiful dark wavy hair, the bluest eyes that I have
ever seen and the most gorgeous smile. We spent hours and hours just
talking and I didn't get home 'till the early hours of the morning. We were
together just about every day after that night. We moved in together a few
months later, got engaged after four months and married after eleven
months. We just knew we were meant to be together We've had our ups and
downs since then but we've always stayed together and we both still love
each other like newlyweds. We both feel there was some greater force
pulling us together that day and that we were just meant to be. I believe
we found each other again after being with each other in another lifetime.
Sometimes I have to be careful of my thoughts because when I'm thinking of
something, he'll come out and say it. It's just amazing how many things we
have in common. He was born in exactly the same maternity ward as I was
only a year earlier and I've since learned that we lived around the corner
from each other at one time when we were both small. His father took the
family all over the world with the navy when he was young yet he was born in
the same hospital ward. What are the chances of that? He's just the
sweetest, kindest man you could ever hope to meet. And I'm the luckiest gal
this side of the hemisphere. Synchronicity brought us together that day and
keeps us together to this.
About four years ago, I traveled to Turkey and
met an amazing man. He was our tour guide, and I was a travel consultant,
and we spent the next two weeks together while on tour. During that time I
was infatuated with him; however, I knew nothing would come of a romance so
many miles apart. I lived in Australia and he in Turkey. During our tour of
Turkey, we were shown a wish tree. Apparently all you had to do was tie a
tissue onto the tree and make a wish. Well, yes, I did make a wish to have a
man come into my life that would truly love me.
goodbye to my Turkish man and came back to Australia. We would talk every
few weeks. About 18 months after that trip, I had a client who was Greek and
very very similar to my Turkish friend. They had similar looks, similar
views, both were highly intelligent, both with degrees, both only had two in
the family, one male and one female -- the list goes on. Needless to say,
when my Greek returned from his trip to Greece, he invited me out for coffee
and guess what? We have been inseparable for the last three years. Wishes do
come true, I am the proof.
After my husband passed away, I moved
Minneapolis to be closer to a long-time friend that had come and gone
several times in my life -- feeling that this was a right decision for my
time in life but, apprehensive because it was farther away from my family
than I was comfortable with. While "back home" I met a man who was a
"familiar stranger" to me and we had mutual friends. We "hit" it off
instantly. We were both blown away. Normally he was too busy to notice
anyone, and I was not looking for anyone.. Maybe I was. But, we have found
so many times when our paths have crossed -- traveling to different places,
people we know, funerals we have attended, things we like and don't. Since I
have moved back to my home state, closer to my family and him, everything
has come in rapid progression -- job, place to live, meeting new friends and
old. We are very happy together and everyone can see it. It is truly
remarkable and has caused me to research this whole topic.
The other day, I was looking through my mother’s
extensive library (for recreational reading) and came across several books
pertaining to this. I told my mother this is weird. My mother suggested I
look for another book (which is a feat in her library...books about
everything are in several rooms) and I went right to it on a shelf. When I
brought it home, my boyfriend said, "I was thinking about this book today
and wanted to read it." Things like this happen all the time with us. It is
fabulous. We have so much fun with the synchronicity in our lives and it has
kept us from making terrible choices. We look forward to it continuing.
Everyone I tell about my upcoming wedding suggests that I should write a book
about my special love. Yesterday, a client of my fiancé commented to him that our story
is so romantic that we should go on TV to share it. Last night I told my honey about a
term I'd heard of several years ago - although not really knowing too much about it - and
how there seemed to be a "synchronicity" with events from last Friday. Well - we
logged onto the Internet and found your web site. And - lo and behold - here is an
opportunity to share our love story!
Twenty-six years ago I found Tom. We connected in a
way that I never dreamt or imagined possible. We opened totally to each other in an
earthmoving way, saw each other's souls and fell madly and completely in love. The hitch -
we were both separated from spouses taken in youthful marriages. Tom's wife came back and
wanted to reconcile. Somehow, I mustered the strength to set him free to resolve his
feelings for her. A friend of ours described her love for her husband and how she had
waited years for him to sow his oats and be ready for marriage. When I heard this
statement, I thought, My love for Tom is strong enough to endure a long waiting period.
The day of reckoning arrived when he returned to his wife, only to end the relationship
with finality within six months. Did I wait? I found that I was emotionally wounded and
not as accessible as before. You see - I had borne a child out of our love and was raising
her by myself. We tried but didn't make a go of it.
Years passed with Tom and I going our
separate ways. Although there were suitors, I couldn't bring myself to marry short of the
intense love I carried in my heart for Tom. Two and a half years ago, he looked me up and
told me we would marry some day. We began dating. After working through some history, we
uncovered our special love once again. It is intact and stronger than ever. Amazing - just
when I thought I hadn't waited very long for my true love 25 years ago, I recollected the
conversation with my friend and realized that I actually had waited a quarter of a century
to share my life with his! This takes us to last Friday. Last year, we decided to marry,
but we hadn't set a date until recently. Tom and I had talked about different locations to
marry, but none had felt really right until Friday. That day, I was on the East Coast
talking with a travel agent who described the beauty of Sedona, Arizona. Sedona felt right
- I just knew it. And Tom agreed. Plans are falling into place beautifully. I had been too
busy to open my newspaper that Friday, but when I did I found a picture of Sedona on the
front page. Then, it struck me that I had decorated my family room in Southwestern decor
several years ago and have a picture of the red rocks found in Arizona above my couch.
Seven weeks from now, Tom and I will become husband and wife at sunset in view of the
gorgeous red rocks of Sedona, Arizona. Synchronicity in this love story?!
Jean, Virginia, U.S.
I dated a man last year, but even though I still had feelings for
him, we mutually decided to end the relationship because of my fear and his
not being ready to be in a relationship after divorce. As it turns out, I've
probably seen him as much in the weeks and months since we have ended our
relationship as I did while we were dating. In many instances, I've seen him
while I've been on dates or shortly thereafter, within 24 hours. Among the
places ... driving down the street, at a restaurant/bar, at mass, in the
McDonald's drive-through line. Of course, seeing him totally kills whatever
I might have felt for someone new. There have been numerous times when I've
actually gone out of my way to avoid seeing him, i.e. going to mass at a
time when I know he won't be there, not going to other places where I've
seen him. It seems the more I try, the more he surfaces. Case in point: last
week, while going out of my way to avoid him, I saw him twice.
When I see him, sometimes we speak or wave. One time we had a conversation
that lasted a couple of hours. But mostly I just look the other way and try
to avoid him seeing me.
The population of the metropolitan area where I live is 1.3 million people.
It must be obvious, since we attend the same parish, that he lives
reasonably close. Yes, that's true, he lives about three miles from me.
However, I have not seen my neighbors nearly as much as I've seen him and
they live on the same block. And besides him, I've NEVER seen anyone I know
in the McDonald's line in my entire life! Suffice it to say, I STILL have
feelings for him. Someone told me his "higher self" is looking for me, maybe
mine for him, too, I don't know, but neither of us has broached the topic.
This has been going on for almost a year. Not surprisingly, my fear has been
holding me back from calling him or having a real heart-to-heart regarding a
possible reconnection. Anyway ... I decided that I needed to work with a
friend's hypnotist to "move on" instead of making any moves back to him. No
particular reason except my extreme fear of rejection. Unfortunately, the
hypnotist was very busy and recommended a book for me to read that could
help me. So ... I went to the bookstore, feeling incredibly empowered, ready
to launch into my personal change program, and bought the book.
Interestingly, on my way home, guess who I saw? Yes, him, out on the street
I'm sure you hear stories like this all the time, but truly, this entire
experience is the most bizarre thing that's ever happened to me. Stay tuned.
Lake City, U.S.
As part of a school activity I was taken for
a retreat day in a peaceful mountain location about 70km from the city I lived in. It was my first year of high
school. I was eleven and had rarely been out of the city. The retreat was a day of
reflection and meditation in a type of monastery, surrounded by gardens with a peaceful
stream running through it. At the end of the day I was very relaxed and was part of the
first small groups to wait outside for the bus to take us back to the city. I watched as
two boys about my age alighted from a school bus and were just talking and playing. At
that stage I was not yet interested in boys, but I was very attracted to how these two
boys were interacting with each other. I had an intense desire to live there and have a
boyfriend when I was older. It was such an intense and spiritual feeling, I remember it to
Ten years later, I met a man, who I got along with very well. I found out some
months later that he grew up in this mountain town. He took me home to meet his family,
and it was one of the houses closest to the monastery. Devastating bush fires two years
before had destroyed houses across the road and beside them, but his family home and the
monastery miraculously survived with a late wind change. He became my partner and
eventually we settled in a nearby town. Another synchronicity was that when we met we
lived in streets with the same name, in different locations, Brougham St and Brougham Rd.
But most amazing of all, I only recently found out, when I mentioned the retreat
trip to my partner's mother. The only school bus that stopped outside the monastery was
for the school that my partner went to and the only people who caught the bus at that stop
in that year were my partner and his best friend.
We were together for thirteen years, and although we have parted we are still very
good friends and he certainly is and has been a significant person in my life.
G.G., Melbourne, Australia
I was searching for people by name on the internet.
Currently I am living in Long Island,
NY. I am a contractor, which means my job assignments require relocating. Originally I am
from Wichita, KS. Last week I was searching for people by name on the internet that I had
lost contact with years ago. I typed in the name of my very first boyfriend. Imagine how
dumbfounded and shocked I was to discover that he was now living in Savannah, GA, where I
had lived for a year and left 2 1/2 years ago. What was even stranger was the fact that he
was living at my old address. I have no desire to contact him but I have to admit this is
strange and I don't know what to make of it.
I was living in another country five years ago. I had a boyfriend there, we
broke up and I returned to Mexico (where I am from) and he went some place in the U.S. to
finish school. We both left without a trace. Within the years I moved to several
countries, till I came to Mexico again, and I was taking out my stuff when I found an
Egyptian Ankh he gave me for Christmas, so I started to use it. And days later, I was at
my cousin's and I answered the phone and a voice said: "Hola mi vida." The voice
was just like his, and the phrase was the same he used with me, but the call was not for
me and the guy calling was obviously not him. I was thrilled. After five years of not
knowing anything, suddenly he was on my mind again. Days were passing and everything
about him and his country started to appear in different ways from out of nowhere. So I
started to look for information about signs and coincidences and all that stuff. I went to
a library to look for some books about it, and the clerk, when I asked him about a book
for coincidences and signs, he answered: Don't worry. What you're looking for, you are
going to find it here." He led me to an Egyptian book!!!!!!
So I asked him why? And he told me not to ask so much because it was yet not
ready for me to know that much at that time, that I was going to get it day by day, and to
be patient. So I started my search. The book was (don't know how) marked exactly at the
topics I was looking for. My head was a jigsaw puzzle at that time. In the book I bought,
the first page talked about my culture and his, they were very related, and lots of other
things happened like this in other books and daily events. And one week later, I found a
piece of paper in a book with an address and a telephone from Egypt. (Once I had tried to
keep in touch with his sister back where we were living, but never got a letter back, so I
assumed she was not living there anymore so I quit doing it). So I called Egypt, and it
was his father's place!!! And he told me he was not there, that he was in Paris, he had
just moved there one day before and did not have any number yet, but he gave me the
telephone where I can reach his sister. She was in the U.S. in a little town 1/2 hour from
my aunt's house. His brother was living there and she was visiting him. He lived there for
3 years, (now I can tell we were very close in a sense of speaking). So I called her and
she told me she was thrilled to hear my voice because she was looking for me as well, and
she even took Spanish lessons to come to Mexico to ask for me because his brother told him
to do it for he was going to look for me in Ecuador. He wanted to contact me again!!!
So, at the same time he was looking for me, I was doing the same!! Finally I got
in touch with him and now we are in contact by telephone and internet, and we are about to
see each other in two months.
Destiny, coincidence?????? You choose.
On June 13th, I was visiting with my oldest and dearest friend
in the world who
had just moved to a town near my home. I was telling her that I was finally ready to date
again. I had broken off my engagement to a man about a year and a half ago and had no
desire what so ever to date anyone since that time. I was telling her that I wouldn't mind
dating someone who had a small child (preferably a girl) because I like children and can't
have any of my own due to the fact that I had to have a total hysterectomy about two years
ago. The next day, while at work (I work at a very large Community College in the
Enrollment Services area) in walks a student I had worked with a few times before. I
distinctly remember the very first day he ever came in to our office ( Nov. 18,
1998)--this is unusual because I work with literally hundreds of students and they rarely
stick in my mind unless they are obnoxious (and he wasn't, by the way!) When he walked
into the office he had a small package in his hand and was smiling like crazy when I
walked up to the front counter. He said the package was for me but not to open it until he
left the office. To make a long story short, one of the things he gave me was a postcard
of the Oregon Coast (we live in Portland) and on the postcard he was asking me out! That
was almost two weeks ago and we have been dating since that very day. He has a small
daughter whom I met last weekend. She is exactly the child I would want if I could have a
daughter. They are both a joy to be with and I am so happy! The timing had to be more than
a coincidence. I know it was meant to happen at that time otherwise I wouldn't have been
ready for a relationship.
It was December 1995. I had been divorced for about four months now.
Actively searching for a companion, I used Prodigy for company. I often chatted with other
members and also browsed the personals. I had met some nice people...dated, but nothing
serious. A friend of mine wanted to try the personals so I agreed to let her use my
computer. She pulled out about five ads that appealed to her. The very next day she
received an answer from the ad she was most excited about. They are still together. About
a week later, being happy with first guy who called, she asked me if I had checked her
email. Well, I said no, and pushed it aside. She asked me a few times after that. I paid
it no attention but somewhere in the back of my mind it was nagging at me lightly.
So I decided to open her mail to see what else had shown up. There was a letter in there
from a guy who had two kids and whose wife had recently died. I wrote him back stating
that I was a friend of the initial person who responded. He said that was fine. We made
arrangements to meet that night. He opened the door and it was love at first sight on both
ends. We have never been apart since that day.
Several weeks earlier, I had had a dream in which I saw the face of a
man. In this dream, I felt an incredible deep love both for and from this person and a
knowledge that he would be the man I would spend my life with happily. Well, needless to
say, when he opened that door much to my surprise.....it was his face that I had seen in
my dream. We met on December 29 and were married on February 14, six weeks later. And now
have six kids between us...you know... his, mine and ours and couldn't be happier.
A couple months ago I was planning a night out dancing with my
girlfriends when I had to stay late unexpectedly at work, so we decided to go to a small
party instead because it was closer to home. I saw a man who I was instantly attracted to
and kept making eye contact with him. I left the party early, but talked to one of my
girlfriends the next day and she told me about how she met this incredible guy but she'd
probably never see him again. Well later that day the guy she was talking about called
her...he wrote down her number while she was giving it to someone else. She asked if I'd
go out with them and one of his friends that same night, so I half-heartedly agreed...the
friend turned out to be the man at the party that I was interested in.!!!!!!!!!
So since then we have been seeing each other off and on. There is a strange connection
between us but we are both very shy, and I'm not real sure what he wants and if he's
interested in me. We hadn't talked in a week and I was dying to see him. That same day I
had been constantly thinking about him I ran into him at a Mexican restaurant, and hours
later I see him in a bar with his friend in a whole other city!!!............Is it fate or
am I crazy??!!
Loren, San Clemente, California
I was thinking about a woman today and just as I thought of her I
looked out my window and saw the wind(?) blow open a door on the house across the street.
The door next to it was already open, and this is the first time in three years those doors
were open. I hope this means an "open door" to her heart !
I was going through a very difficult period in my life, having
broken up with my boyfriend. I had taken a vacation home, where my mother insisted that I
make some serious choices in my life. I wasn't ready to make those choices as I felt they
were wrong for me. Now, for years I had joked with my younger brother, that I'll marry a
man who can discuss polytheistic religions with me. Sitting on the plane on my flight
back, my mind was in turmoil as to how I should proceed with my life. Being 32 years old,
it felt like I'd wasted too much time "looking for my soulmate." Seated next me,
was a tall, blue-eyed man, who struck up a conversation with me. His topic --
"polytheistic religions." The next day, I went to a bookstore and casually
picked up a book. It was called "Small Miracles" and the page I opened to spoke
of receiving a sign. I felt a rush of warm wind in the empty hollow of my soul, because I
knew I'd been told to "wait" and not make decisions which would be contrary to
what I needed in life.
Selma Cardoso, United Arab Emirates
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