I’ve had tons of “synchronicities” happen to me in my life. I consider them direct and personal signs from Spirit.
The more you look for them and pay attention, the more of those signs you will get. Try it for yourself. It's enormously soothing to feel that someone is looking out for you at all times.
This is one of my favorite (true) stories.
In 1999, I had just moved to Sedona, AZ, the movie American Beauty with Kevin Spacey came out, and I saw it in the theater there.
I really liked it, and my favorite scene was when Ricky Fitts, the soulful teenage boy and avid videographer, shows neighbor girl Jane a video he made of a grocery plastic bag bouncing up and down and swaying in the wind for minutes on end.
As they’re watching the strangely beautiful dance, Ricky says:
“It was one of those days when it’s a minute away from snowing. And there’s this electricity in the air, you can almost hear it, right? And this bag was just… dancing with me. Like a little kid begging me to play with it. For fifteen minutes. That’s the day I realized that there was this entire life behind things, and this incredibly benevolent force that wanted me to know there was no reason to be afraid. Ever.”
Here’s the video.
Fast forward about a year and a half. I was working as a professional Tarot reader in Sedona and life was tough but exciting. I was dirt poor and often had trouble making the rent at the center and at home, which was quite anxiety inducing, to say the least.
It had helped me master the art of “going with the flow,” though. Part of it was that I had learned to follow random, seemingly silly hunches and just do whatever I felt prompted to do. And if I did, there’d always be a reason, like I would run into someone I needed to meet, for example.
One slow business day at the New Age center, around 10 AM, my fellow readers and I were pretty much just hanging out.
I was considering going to the hair dresser, but suddenly this thought popped into my head that I should drive down to the Oak Creek Brewery, one of the favorite local hangouts.
However, at this time of day the brewery was closed, so I wondered what the heck this was all about, but I went anyway.
My intuition told me to park in the parking lot and get out of the car. I did, and nothing happened.
I’m like, “Okay, now what?”
All of a sudden, there was a warm gust of wind, and a discarded brown plastic grocery bag lifted up off the ground and started dancing.
It bounced up and down, swayed from side to side, sometimes dropping to the ground and then rising up again.
Just like a little kid inviting me to play.
It was stunningly beautiful and went on for about ten minutes. I cried as I watched the plain brown bag dance in the wind, remembering the lines from the movie.
It was like Spirit was telling me that life was beautiful and there was nothing to be afraid of. Ever.