The level of intertwined synchronicities keeps on increasing in the program.
The level of intertwined synchronicities keeps on increasing in the program.
My last client on Sunday, February 4 was a 28 year old Greek woman who moved to NY in 2003. I told her that she was a precognitive dreamer, some of her dreams scaring her with their accuracies. I further seemed caught up in the spirit of her maternal grandfather, though I was not clear with his messages. She told me that I was correct and recounted the following story.
Before she came to the US she had a dream about being in an ambulance with several other people. Suddenly the top of the ambulance disappeared and a white dove, that was in the ambulance, flew away into a white light. My client woke up crying and wasn't sure why. Her mother asked her what was wrong and she told her about the dream. Her mother told her it was just a dream and to go back to sleep. As she lay in bed, unsettled about the dream, she heard the phone ring, then heard her mother crying. Her grandfather, Constantino, had just died in an ambulance on the way to the hospital.
A while later I went back to the computer and found the following email from one of my Greek clients, Denise, who also reads this blog.
On Sunday early morning, (3:34 AM) to be exact), I woke up to the final two songs of the Sound of Music. "Edelweiss" and "Goodbye, Farewell". Suddenly I saw my Godmother's image. She has been suffering from brain cancer. I went back to sleep thinking that I knew she had been on my mind lately as I knew she was not doing well. Later in the morning, after my husband and I had breakfast, I hesitantly mentioned to him that I had a strange dream that my Godmother had passed. Literally 10 minutes later, my dad called to let me know my godmother had passed on at 12:01 am this morning.
"The Sound of Music" is one of my all time favorite movies, which I have in my collection. As I watched the movie today, I read the jacket of the film only to read that it was produced in 1965 É the year I was born and baptized by my godmother. A little later in the day, I talked to my sister in NJ who had just come back from church this morning. It was a special day in the Greek Church blessing all godparents and godchildren.
To further mystify us all, my godmother's son died tragically seven years ago. At his funeral, a dear family friend had a massive heart attack and died. This woman was the brother of my dadÕs best friendÉwho died this past week.
I cannot explain all the coincidences here, but in a strange way it also brings me a strange sense of peace that somehow we are all connected whether we can ever come to understand it or not.
In Love and Peace,
Denise