A LITTLE TASTE OF SYNCHRONICITY

GOOD FOR THE SOUL

At my beach house in Rockport, Tx., looking out on Aransas Bay, viewing the moon as it approaches Full in a couple of days. Sun is setting behind me.

Listening to music that my oldest grandson Max put me onto, on speakers that his younger bro Sam introduced me to. Great, fresh new sounds. Wonderful moments.

Daughter, Gina, and I, she in Bryan, me here, started reading today , “Angels in the OR”, by Tricia Barker, a story about a dramatic NDE, and life on earth after it.

It struck me as I read that it seems everyone having an NDE enjoys the experience so much they don’t want to come back.

I was telling my family via text about all the above, and that if I were now on the other side, I’d want to come back for these moments, and for my family.

At that moment I realized the song I was listening to was, “I Ain’t Dead Yet!”

I still have the chills. Synchronistic experience can’t be really shared because the identifying nature of the event is emotion. Only the experiencer can feel that emotion. But, you get the idea.

I felt it. I feel it. I am thankful.

Our reality is truly THE GREAT MYSTERY.