Exercises in Spiritually Decoding Synchronicities
These take many forms besides repeating number sequences and I find the universe often speaks to me through other people
I started this publication in January 2020 as a place to celebrate synchronicities and the every-person-portal.
Aware people often say the universe sends us signals all the time, which we could see if we only knew how and where to look.
How: just be open-minded.
Where: Everywhere and Everyone
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When I realized that one of my spirit guides was God, or a God, what have you, I asked: why me? What makes me so special? Rama answered that they are available to anyone and everyone if people would just ask, seek or be open.
The key is how and what to ask. The desire needs to flow from your soul, not from your human wants.
When I wrote that, my focus was on the fact that each of us has the ability to receive messages from the universe meant for us. Yet, every-person-portal also means that each of us may be a conduit for the universe to speak through us for the benefit of others.
Over the years, I have received many messages through others. This post describes the most recent occurrence of this phenomenon, which happened yesterday.
A few days ago I noticed that this story by Wendi Lady had hit our ILLUMINATION queue.
Last night I saw that it had sat in the queue for two days without being touched by any other editor — that right there signaled to me that the universe meant for me to read, publish and engage with it, which I did.
Upon reading it, I noticed that what the author wrote about Indigo Children reminded me of traits I had heard about Crystal Children, privately from a writer I synchronously met on the platform last winter, and from this poem my dear friend Ravyne Hawke published last month:
Curious, I left this comment for Wendi:
“Is this different or the same that I have heard called Crystal Children?”
Several hours later a different writer, Brooklyn Muse, that I only had engaged with as an editor having often pushed the publish button for her poetry, replied to my question:
“I believe you would be considered crystaline- indigo I always learned a step lower. I could be incorrect. Either way, you are right on the cusp my friend…and doing quite well at that.”
Totally blown away, I replied:
“Wow, this feels like a channeled message from the other side — I feel an energy surge that often signifies that.”
To which she replied, “yes.”
Tears immediately flowed. Were my guides, or perhaps my beloved Sitara, talking to me through her? On the cusp of what? Did she mean that I may be a hybrid between the two types of souls?
I reached out to Rebecca Romanelli, one of the most tuned-in and advanced souls I have encountered, who Dr Mehmet Yildiz, who synchronously established ILLUMINATION on the very same day, March 19th, 2020, that I experienced my spiritual awakening, had synchronously introduced me to last February as a spiritual writer that I should get to know.
Several enlightening messages ensued between Rebecca and me, which you can navigate through starting here if it pleases you, but as for the meaning of the clearly ChannSpired message from Brooklyn Muse to me, Rebecca rightly pointed out I would have to interpret it for myself, saying in part:
“As for what you’re on the cusp of, that’s for you to determine but I strongly suspect it’s new forms of spiritual understanding which will enhance your life.”
So, that’s what I began to think about and decided to write this story.
On the Cusp of What?
While the thought that I may be one of these special souls excited me, that really does not resonate. I do not see myself as a Lightworker. So, what am I on the cusp of achieving? Finding that new career that I seek? Doubtful, as I am nowhere near yet able to return to school for a multidisciplinary M.A. or Ph.D. in at least spirituality and philosophy so that I can become a teacher or professor one day. Still, maybe I’m on the cusp of figuring out how to begin that quest? What does cusp mean anyway to spirits that exist in the realms where time does not exist? On the cusp may mean something different to them than it does to me.
Perhaps I’m on the cusp of breaking out of the rut that I find myself in lately or the cusp of breaking some bad habits, which includes spending too much time on Medium and not having read a single one of the books that I brought with me when I moved alone to New Hampshire last year, which I was lamenting a full year ago, as I noticed yesterday when I published a story looking back at what I had written 365 days ago, but have not managed to break that pattern.
Even having decided to create the retrospectives and thus rediscovering that old poem of mine is in and of itself synchronicity — this chain of synchronicities does not stop there. Yesterday, or perhaps the day before (it’s difficult to keep track of days when one’s sleep patterns are upside down and this morning I went to sleep for the first time in 41 hours, and sleep issues were also part of the aforementioned poem from last year), I noticed and pulled this story by my friend and Lightworker, Frank Ontario, out of the queue and read and published it right before or right after the Indigo Children piece:
I remember what Frank wrote about the formation of attachments to bad habits resonating with me. Frank drew illustrations in his story of what these energies would look like if we could see them.
This evening I noticed for the first time these pictures hanging on the wall of the back lobby of the hotel in which I have resided since May 25th.
I immediately thought of Frank’s story and how my reading it yesterday is likely part of this exercise in spiritual decoding that which I may be on the cusp of — discerning the answer to this enigma has yet to occur but I feel I am heading in the right direction.
I had intended to list some earlier instances of the universe speaking to me through others, but I think I ended up discussing enough synchronicities in this piece for one night. I’ll close with the fact that Frank’s thesis includes the healing power of unconditional love, and while I was thinking about Frank’s story a few hours ago, these two songs shuffle played in order from my Spotify list of liked songs:
Tagging a few friends not tagged above who may appreciate this discussion of synchronicity and spiritual decoding: Joseph Lieungh | Diana C. | jules | Libby Shively McAvoy | Claire Kelly | Camille Grady | Anthi Psomiadou | Erin M. | Kira Dawn | Maria Rattray | JS Adam | Keri Mangis | Charlie Tango
Joesph, do you feel like a token male? Whenever I create these lists outside of my poetry pieces the dearth of male friends I have made on Medium is striking.
One more song just popped from my list that I feel like sharing, the lyrics of which remind me of Lindsey and me:
Which version do you like better?
In Rama I create, with soul-energy surging through my body, inspiring me and breathing wind into my sails,
