posted on May, 30 2012 @ 02:18 AM
Alright, so things have been unusual for me lately to say the least. But today was the most unusual occurrence of all. I was at the cemetery with my
grandmother today and we were walking around after visiting my recently deceased grandfather's spot. We were just kind of randomly strolling around
looking at random graves and such. And then we came to a spot where the name on the grave was covered up by some decorations. My grandmother moved the
decorations aside to see the dates of birth and death. And when I saw the name of the grave...I was totally SHOCKED! And here's why:
This is actually going to require a little exposition to make the synchronous event meaningful. I'm coming to ATS with a story like this because I
think the ATS crowd will enjoy it; in fact, the truth is, I don't have anybody in my life to share this story with. No friends or family would really
understand the synchronicity, to say nothing of my emotional state or how it affected me.
So, anybody who has ever read my intro post or any other threads may recall a few tidbits about me: I had a very serious and complicated bout of
aggressive cancer as a teenager. Since then I have adopted meditation and Hinduism as a means of reconciling a lot of difficulties in my life. As a
member of ATS, I am sometimes skeptical of what I practice and believe in even though I am constantly reaffirmed of my faith. I hate to call it faith,
because it's such a nasty word here on ATS, but I guess I'd be a hypocrite if I called it something else. Anyhow, with all of my medical
difficulties came lots and lots and lots of alienation, depression, loneliness etc. etc. This is why I turned to meditation and Hindu belief (hey,
coulda been worse, right? I'm just glad the Mormons didn't get to me).
And so it goes...sometime last year I was in an especially fragile emotional state. I used to get downright depressed and hit rock bottom sometimes.
The only thing I can do in a state like this is light a few candles and incense and spend the entire night in deep meditation. One particular night I
asked sincerely for God to give me a sign that I'm following the correct path in my life. I asked to be shown that I'm not alone. I asked for
evidence that I'm here for a purpose and not just aimlessly drifting like I so often feel. Then comes the hours of meditation until sunrise. I
finished right about the time the sun was coming up. It was a beautiful crisp morning. And because I'm a narcoleptic, I RARELY even see the sunrise
or the morning hours. I am the type to sleep in because I require a few extra hours of sleep than the average person. This is another reason why the
all-night meditation helps me gain new perspective. So, I decide to head out to the park, take a walk, and pick some wildflowers before I have to get
ready for work.
After strolling down the path at a park by the river, I almost immediately spot something bright and red out in the grass. I go to check it out and
it's a wallet. No money in it (not that I would take it or anything). Just a few things in there like a library card and school ID. So, I decided to
take the wallet back to the address on the ID before work. That was all the proof I needed that I was doing something constructive in my life. (We're
not here to debate whether this was actually the sign I was looking for. Suffice it to say, that I truly believed..and still do..that this was a
chance to serve righteousness and goodness on this earth). So, I had to go home and look up the address on the ID because I had no clue where it was.
At this point, I'll admit that part of my incentive to return the wallet was because it belonged to a cute girl. Probably a high school senior or
someone around that age. Yes, part of me was interested in doing a good deed in the hopes of meeting a new lady friend. But that was just an added
bonus. I would have made this expedition no matter who it belonged to.
I drove around a bit trying to find the address. In fact, it's a fair way away from the park that I found it. At least a good 5 miles away. I knock
on the door and ask if the person on the name of the ID lived there and that I'd like to return a missing wallet to her. It was probably her dad who
answered. He didn't seem amused to see a gruff looking 20-something knocking on his door at 8AM for his daughter. He seemed hopelessly annoyed haha!
So, the wallet had a little strap on the outside that I secured a little wildflower into. The girl comes up to the door next to her father and I
explain where I found the wallet etc. I handed it over with the flower still attached (even though her father kind of rolled his eyes in disgust). The
girl said she had no idea how her wallet got over to that side of town. Although, I'm sure she was just saying that because her dad was still
The name of the grave site was the very same name of the girl. She had died soon after I made the wallet trek. So, after seeing it in the cemetery, I
had to come home and look up the obituary to see if it was the same girl. Indeed it was. And the obituary that was published in the local newspaper
said "in lieu of flowers, please bring one wildflower of your choice..."
Now, I'm sure that the comment about the flowers was just coincidence. But, dang if it wasn't absolutely synchronous.
So, what did I get out of this experience? In truth, I have no clue. I am at a loss as to where to file this one under. For now, I file it under