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Recieved: 2001/07/20 18:10
Subject: [K-list] re: synchronicity
From: David Harrell
On 2001/07/20 18:10, David Harrell posted thus to the K-list:
Hey folks,
Sorry if this is coming though more than once ... when I try to send it I
keep getting the "sign-in" page, even though I've already signed in. I have
re-sign in, and tried to send this post, multiple times, but it doesn't seem
to be showing up. I hope it works this time.
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Hi Hillary,
I get "synchronicity" all the time. Maybe some of it is meaningful;
maybe some of it is just "coincidence," if indeed there is such a
thing.
"Minor" examples: I'll be listening to a radio talk show, and I'll
think of a certain obscure word or phrase, and then someone on the
radio will say it.
There are certain people who have come into my life--both male and
female--who have so many similarities to me it's almost scary. I
spent
a year developing a deep friendship (long-distance) with a girl who
had
a whole laundry list of uncanny similarities to me. We shared the
same
beliefs, and not only that, but the same goals for spiritual growth,
and the same desire to follow the Spirit wherever it might lead. We
thought alike in just about every *important* respect. I felt like we
were reading each others' minds. We'd complete each other's thoughts.
Sometimes we'd speak the same words, and laugh, in perfect unison, as
if we were being directed. When together, we'd even find ourselves
adopting the same poses, unconsciously mirroring each other. We even
drove the same make and model of car. She jokingly called me her
"twin"
once. But more on her later.
I don't know if you would include answers to prayer under
"synchronicity"--I don't--but anyway, I just got a mind-blowing
answer
to prayer a few weeks ago: my new job.
I was unemployed, and living with my parents, for a *long* time--so
long that I'm ashamed to mention it. My last job, which was a
one-year
reporting internship at a top-notch newspaper in
Chicago (which I also believe was an answer to prayer) ended long
ago.
In late May, I applied for a news editor job at a neighborhood
newspaper in Chicago, and got through two interviews with seemingly
good chances. But the publisher called later and told me that they
hired another woman who was "slightly more qualified" than I.
Well ... after getting the bad news, I went away to a favorite place
of
mine, out in the country, and had a talk with my Father in heaven.
Basically, I threw a
little tantrum.
Well, not really--not with screaming and crying and falling down on
the
ground and kicking. ;-) But I did reason with
him, as the scripture Isaiah 1:18 indicates we should do. I told him
I
thought I should have gotten the job: it would have been perfectly
suited to my skills and my needs at the moment. It would allow me to
grow in several ways. It would be varied enough to hold my interest.
It
was in the right location, with the right office environment, and the
right type of schedule. The salary, while not huge, was just fine for
a
27-year-old single guy like me trying to get back on his feet. This
job
was MADE for me!
I reminded him that my ten-year high school reunion is coming up next
month, and how embarrassing it'd be to tell them that, four years
after
graduating from college (which took me way too long to get through in
the first place), this former "A" student was unemployed (or waiting
tables, or typing and filing). I admitted that I had been slow in the
past, and I had allowed my challenges (such as attention deficit
disorder) to get the best of me. But he knew my weaknesses, and he
knew
that I was trying. Especially for this job.
So I asked him to **remove** the lady who'd been hired in my
place--to
put her somewhere else-- and give that job to me.
Yep--that's what I asked.
Of course, I didn't ask God to strike her dead or smite her with
boils.
I asked him to give her a better position somewhere else--thus
blessing
both of us. Why not?
So the morning of Monday, July 2, I got a call from the newspaper
publisher. He told me the lady he'd hired had been given a
**promotion*
* at her current job and had decided to stay there! The job was mine.
I
began training the next day.
I give all the glory to Yahweh, the Most High, the eternal God. I
also
had a lot of people to thank, because I had brothers and sisters all
around the world praying for me. :)
I've gotten other unmistakable answers to prayer, and some of them
have
been with respect to the opposite sex. I have prayed for certain
women
to come into my life, for example, and they came. One keeps popping
up
again and again ... and her *sisters* too! =8-O) With this
particular
trio of sisters, I don't think I have much of a choice. They are
meant
to be in my life for some reason. I guess I'll see just why sooner or
later.
There's another girl who lives in France. I met her when she came to
visit Chicago in '97. After she returned back home, we kept in touch
via snail mail for about a year, and then quit writing. Then I met
another remarkable woman--this was the "twin" described above--and I
pretty much forgot all about the French girl.
Not completely, though. Beginning in December of '99, thoughts of her
kept invading my mind again. We hadn't written each other for a year
and a half, or seen each other for two and a half. I had completely
given up on any hope of even being her pen pal. Yet, I kept thinking
about her, and I jotted down little notes in my journal telling
myself
to write her. December 14 (1999), I wrote down her name, Aline, in
BIG
letters, underlined twice, with three big stars after it:
ALINE ***
Why, I had no idea at the time. Because at that time, I was totally
in
love with "Twin" and convinced she was The One for me.
Well, "Twin" turned out to not be The One. At least if she was, I
screwed up and missed my chance. Basically, she got "stolen" by
another
guy who lived closer to her and was able to see her more often. He
proposed to her quickly--she couldn't wait to be married and settle
down--and before you knew it they were engaged. So it took me a while
to get over that. Then I started thinking about Aline again.
About a month passed--it was late Feb. 2000. My older sister dropped
in
for a visit, wearing a perfume I recognized instantly as the one that
Aline wore when I met her in '97. I told her that, and she asked me,
"Hey, how is Aline doing, anyway? Do you still hear from her?"
I said no, but that I kept thinking about her.
"Well what are you waiting for?" my sister said. "Write her!"
SO a few days later, 3/2/00, a Tbursday, I finally wrote a short note
to Aline. I counted on it arriving in 7-10 days, as usual. Before
dropping the letter in the mail, I said a prayer asking that she
would
receive the letter well and that, if at all possible, we might be
able
to see each other again someday. I had no idea when we might see each
other--and frankly, the whole idea that two people living half a
world
apart, who hadn't heard each other's voices in nearly three years,
would get back together seemed preposterous.
Four days later, on Monday, I got a call from--guess who? I was
almost
speechless. First, I asked her how she had gotten my letter so fast.
"Letter? What letter?" she asked. She hadn't received a letter; she
just wanted to call me. In fact, she was not at home anyway, but in
Washington, D.C. Unbeknownst to me, she had been living there three
months, as part of a foreign study program, and had just been biding
her time, waiting until she "felt" it was the "right time" to call
me.
Which just happened to be four days after I dropped a letter in the
mail and said a prayer
Suspecting something, I asked her when she had arrived in D.C. She
told
me she had arrived
DECEMBER 14, 1999 ***
Oh, by the way, she asked me if I wanted her to come visit me in
Chicago. Hell yeah, I told her. I got to see her the third weekend in
April--just a couple of weeks after my birthday, and just about six
weeks after I had dropped a little note in the mail and said a little
prayer, not knowing when and how it would be answered.
By thw way, nothing huge has happened between the two of us, at least
not yet. We came to the very practical understanding that trying to
be
romantic between Chicago and D.C., and then later Chicago and France,
simply would not work. So we remained just friends. We are still
friends, except now we correspond via e-mail. She's in the Balearic
Islands near Spain now, working for the summer. What will happen in
the
future, I honestly don't claim to know. But I *do* know we are in one
another's lives for a reason.
*****P*E*A*C*E**L*O*V*E**&**B*L*E*S*S*I*N*G*S*****
David H
http://www.kundalini-gateway.org
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