What A Coinky-dink!
I love coincidences in life. The recognition of corresponding circumstances and events that occur throughout one’s daily life are significant indicators of creation in action. Coincidences are personal message boards provided by the Universe to confirm that your vibrational output is aligning with your heart’s desire. Just when you start to entertain some doubts about whether or not Spirit knows what the hell It is doing, it seems that an unmistakable ‘reminder’ will show up in the form of an unlikely coincidence. Substantial correlations, and even the seemingly obscure moments, can provide the mindful observer with those “aha” moments when we are prompted to say, “Thanks, I needed that!”
Of course, intentionally searching for relevant signs that you are achieving vibrational alignment with Source never works. The conscious mind is an invasive busy-body that likes to screw up the creation equation. Until we learn how to revoke our mind’s invitation to the creator’s party, significant messages from the Universe will go unnoticed. It is only when we relax, and allow our natural rhythms to flow from the heart, that those pleasant coincidences can frequent our daily lives.
You might be driving in your car, and suddenly realize that the words of a song (that you have heard at least a hundred times before) will mysteriously reflect the exact thoughts you had earlier in the day. Without any special purpose to check the time, you may glance at the clock on your cell phone and notice that it is 4:44 pm, while you just ended a phone call that lasted for exactly 4 minutes and 44 seconds. Maybe you read something in the morning that made an obscure reference to a particular item, and then later that afternoon, while waiting in line at the grocery store, you overhear a conversation between two strangers who mention the exact same thing. These are your confirmations from the Universe that everything is proceeding according to Divine plan. Your vibrational alignment with Source is timely and true.
Durwood rarely, if ever, reads my posts. His reasoning includes the declaration that he “lives it,” and since being married to a witch is weird enough, he does not have to read about it. Whatever.
Ironically (or coincidentally), the one post that he did read was The Good Catholic Girl’s Guide To Becoming Arrogant. I was sitting at my computer finishing the draft, when he uncharacteristically offered to proofread it. Durwood had never done this before, so I accepted his unusual proposal. When he finished reading my first draft, his initial response came in the form of one word.
He peered at me through the top of his reading glasses and said, “Whoa.”
“What is it?” I wanted to know.
Durwood replied that he thought the content needed some editing. He explained that my reference to religion, and in particular, the disclosure regarding my adolescent experience with sexually deviant behavior read in a dispirited manner that did not reflect the true nature of who I am.
“Wow,” I replied. “Really?” The painful memories of old wounds tend to reveal their unsightly scars when you least expect it.
“This just doesn’t sound like you,” Durwood continued. “I think of your writing as the embodiment of witch light. The way that you wrote this is too witch heavy.”
At the exact moment when Durwood finished presenting his observation, the Bud Light commercial ran on the television in the next room. It was loud enough, too, that both of us paused to hear the words.
The beer campaign’s clever reference to situations that are “not too heavy” or “not too light” was unmistakable. I had an ‘aha’ moment, while Durwood just grinned and nodded. As if he had something to do with it.
I rewrote the post. The message from both Durwood and the Universe had been received loud and clear. “Witch Light” is definitely much more appealing and comfortable for me than “Witch Heavy” will ever be.
If I ever needed any confirmation on that notion, it appears that a Bud Light commercial can furnish a most appropriate and timely coinky-dink:) I will happily let Durwood take the credit for prompting that one.
