I like to exercise my psychic mind by tuning in to synchronicities. Being part of a purely random coincidence leaves me with the distinct sense that a subtext is at play. I’m in a dialog with the Universe...
An out-of-town friend I hadn’t seen or heard from in two years recently called me to catch up. The next day, I was walking down the street thinking about how I’d yet to return his call—when I ran into him!
Coincidences spur questions that can help us reconcile accounts in our lives. When people are involved, (such as an old teacher, an ex-lover, or an employee you once fired) the nature of the particular relationship will trigger certain questions. This one caused me to ask— What does this friendship mean to you? Would you like to nurture it, or let it go?
Take care not to assume any particular direction is being suggested by a coincidence. You are the interpreter of the events at hand. Coincidences can appear to validate, cajole, entertain, inspire, educate or warn. But how you interpret them is up to you.
I uncovered a household fire alarm in a closet last week— the kind you screw into the ceiling. When it was installed at my old apartment, the battery had died while I was out of town. The incessant beeping caused a stir with the neighbors. I tossed it from hand to hand wondering if I should install it with a new battery (and risk the same thing happening) or chuck it.
A day later, I heard the occasional shrill beep of just such a fire alarm coming from a neighbor’s place across the way. Within hours, it was a constant piercing: distant, but annoying. As it was ringing, a client came in for a reading. Would you believe he was a fireman?
Incredibly, an hour after he left, I encountered a guy in the hall of my building looking up at pipes on the ceiling. “Fire Inspector, here.” he said.
My first reaction was to worry about fire: to see the coincidence as a warning. But it doesn’t make sense to walk around in fear worrying about it. I’ve learned not to be emotionally vulnerable to the swings of my psychic pendulum. I got some batteries, plugged in the alarm and let the whole thing go.
Coincidences often reflect our thoughts. We all have our fears. I’d actually been pondering to write about fear. I saw this synchronicity as inspiration to push me to do it.
My rule is: Symbolic Reality is a safe place. I define Symbolic Reality as the place where you correlate your imagination with your world as you know it.
If a synchronicity scares me, I see it as a sign of inspiration. Maybe they sell a fire alarm with an app that quietly texts the owner when the battery is running low. Someone will no doubt invent it.
But the positive message in this coincidence could also be: You’re very well protected! To ascertain a message in a coincidence you’ve encountered, add up its elements. In this case, a fire alarm, a fireman, and a fire inspector. I mean, how else would the Universe suggest, “You’ve got your bases covered”?
There is a classic psychic development exercise in which you say a prayer asking Spirit to show you a blue feather. Usually, it will show up within a few days. It may take more, but if you’re paying attention it will definitely show up. You could practice this idea of manifesting a symbolic object with other things: a red ball, a woven corn-colored hat, whatever. But choose something whimsical that seems a bit unlikely.
Calling a bit of whimsy as you play with your psychic mind acts as an antidote to the worries of your life. It signals a playful, light engagement. Besides, Spirit has a great sense of humor.
The last time I called a blue feather, a few years ago, it came as I was standing in the 116th Street subway station. Only a few people were about, with no trains in sight. As I gazed across the platform I noticed a blue beam of daylight pouring down through the street grate. Darn if a feather didn’t drop through that grill! It may have been white, but it sure did appear blue in that light.
The other day I woke up musing about this blue feather exercise and some of the other symbols that have played recurring roles in my psychic entertainment. Mushrooms, frogs, and numbers came to mind. For some reason, I felt happy about the day ahead. I could just tell I was going to witness something truly remarkable. I literally said to myself, ‘a miracle is in store for me today.’
Turns out, I was in for more than one.
We’d had a slow leak in our living room ceiling toward the end of summer (since repaired). But at the time, there was a stain and some peeled paint where some moisture had developed. I’d just gotten out of bed that morning when my boyfriend announced, “Derek, there are mushrooms growing from the ceiling!”
“Mushrooms. This is crazy. They’re growing… uh…out of the ceiling. Come look.”
Sure enough, some spores had apparently lodged themselves in the cracks. I guess with the newly present water—poof! Mushrooms! It was rather unbelievable. In fact, I’d call it something of a small miracle!
Mushrooms are one of my recurring totem symbols. Here Spirit sent them to me in such unbelievable and humorous fashion, that I couldn’t help but see it as a divinely inspired message: “You want to see something unbelievable? Here you go!”
It takes me weeks to compose these blog posts. I write a few paragraphs, then, a couple days later I write some more. I always know I’m on to something, but I never really know what. It was about a week ago that I wrote that part above about how you could call a red ball as easily as a blue feather. It came out spontaneously. In hindsight, it’s just the kind of off-the-cuff suggestion that turns out to be psychic.
Anyway, after the mushroom incident, I went to French class. My teacher has me read magazine articles in French. And when we stumble on new words, we write them down in my notebook and they spur various studies.
“Do you know what un bal is,” he asked?
“Is it a ball?”
“Not if you’re thinking of the child’s toy, no. That would be une balle. Un bal is a party, a dance.”
Later in the hour, we were reviewing the rules of adjectives. Sometimes they go before a noun, sometimes, after. He tested me: “How would you say the red ball”?
“La balle rouge.”
That afternoon, I was sweeping the back patio when that blue feather I’d wondered about stopped me in my tracks.
The next day, I told a client that I imagined her hugging a giant ball. I thought of it as the world at first, (and it could have applied as such) but then it seemed like a balloon to me.
After the session she said, “That made me chuckle. I have one of those exercise balls you see at the gym. Every day I do stretches with it at home. I carry it from one room to the other.”
Upon hearing this, I heard my inner guide coaxing me: Go ahead. Ask her! Ask her! So I did. “That ball… it isn’t red by any chance is it?”
“Yes, it is. It’s red.”