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There is no such thing as coincidence
A friend of mine wrote this on his Twitter account recently and it got me thinking.
Coincidences, or whatever we like to call them, fascinate us and we love to pass on those weird and wonderful tales that conjure up that ancient sense of destiny or fate.
Consider this example.
A friend of mine, during my university days in the UK, wanted to get away from it all and decided to travel to Africa for his Christmas vacation. He flew to Tanzania and then caught a train to Mombasa. From there, he sailed by boat to Zanzibar and, finally, chartered a smaller boat to a tiny island just off of the ‘mainland’. As he wandered along the, almost deserted, beach, he was happy to have left the pressure of his university studies behind for a few days. It was at this point he heard someone calling his name. Surprised, he turned around, only to find himself standing in front of his university Professor, who has just happened to travel to the same remote spot to ‘get away from it all’!
Coincidence, fate or just weird?
We will never know. But I wonder whether we love these kinds of stories because they help us imagine that we are all caught up in some divine drama or ‘meta-narrative’ in which each apparently random choice, act and decision is given meaning and purpose; in which some higher being is at work, tirelessly, to ensure that, in the end, all will be well.
At the very least, we love it when stories collide in some meaningful way. (Equally, we hate it when stories collide in a meaningless way, as with the 9/11 widow who herself died in another US air crash not so long ago).
Here’s another story of ‘meaningful collision’ that today I am intrigued by.
My friend is having a baby in July, but she is not pregnant. Her precious gift of life is arriving from India and preparations are underway to welcome her into a new family. Everyone is excited, as you might imagine. But, then, consider the extraordinary sequence of events that brought my friend to this point in her journey.
On a particular day – it does not matter when – she decided that she wanted to apply for an international adoption. So she went to the Post Office and posted her first application to ‘become a mummy’. It was 22 May 2006.
On the exact same day, thousands of miles away in a town in central India, a little girl was given up for adoption. Coincidence?
And it does not stop there. Both mother and child were notified on exactly the same day in December 2007 that they had been approved by the relevant offices in Belgium and India, respectively, to be internationally adopted and adopt a child from India.
Looking at the photos of this beautiful little girl, still living in a town somewhere in India, I comment that she already seems to look like her new mummy. The comment causes tears to flow – so deep is the connection already. It would appear that their stories have already collided – even become intertwined – even though mother and daughter have yet to meet.
So here’s what I am left wondering: Do we choose our children or do they choose us? Personally, I like to think that I am in control and ‘captain’ of my own destiny; that I make choices, write my own script and bear the consequences of decisions I take.
But what if I am wrong? What if it is the other way round? At least, sometimes.
Destiny is an ancient concept that has fascinated philosophers and theologians for centuries. Listening to the story of my friend, I am at least momentarily convinced that maybe it does exist after all.
This week, I have been to end and back, very quickly
New sounds, new smells, new thoughts, old suppressed tastes surfacing when I don’t want them.
bile in my thoughts
5am, the ceaseless rain woke me. My first thought is of him / them / loss / hurt. Instantly, I feel the void – the inevitable gap. It does not stop me breathing.
I breath around the void whereas he has a void around his breathing.
holding onto myself.
not knowing that this time would come in such a way.
Repayment not in kind.
him, safe in his woven dreams.
He changed the locks to keep me out of something we built, created, owned.
Shutting me out for weeks before seducing a new future whilst I floundered alongside asking questions but being fed crocodile lies. Moving with invisible tatters and rags coping with new found truths, picking my way over lose stones.
I saw through his veneer, helped polish it, promoted it to be real when I always knew it was not. I knew his journey – understood before he did.
Erased memories jostle with flooding images, lies, laughter and knowledge of
paint job. Temple restaraunt, Lingyan Mountain
current schedules I no longer belong to and a dog I miss.
“You dragged the lies out of me.”
Liar (perpetual)…
Settling into my new skin, the last week’s tears drying under my nails.
Yearning to sleep as I once did but living with the heavy rain.
I scan the words to see my movement. Forward movement through each phase dented but undamaged
And then, last night, after custody-dog-day, I return the dog to find her playing house in my apartment and the final phase is endured. Acceptance.
As I walk to work, I find my heart once again back in China. I see it lying on the pavement, held together with stitches, threads, barbed wire and old lies sticking out like dirty paper. I pick it up, hold it, see the wounds already healing then I push it back deep down inside to protect it. Ready for the next time.
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words are important as Courteline says “everythings that we can concive has to be said clearly…” nevertheless they are useless when is question to describe love or signs. Is stronger and so deep inside us that when it happens we just feel it and know witch road we have to follow. It become an evidence. It can take time especialy when the outside is very strong and leave a very little room to our instinct. trust in ourself and in love and the other.
I wanted to share this and give a special thanks to M.Choelho as he helps me a lot to find a place in myself warm like close to the fireplace, to give birth to faith and be happy that tomorrow is still the first day of the rest of our life.
Love
Yes dear Jessica, we are connected, one.
I’m happy for you that you enjoyed nature and the birds…and hope that you may have more walks… all by yourself.
I walk beside you dear one.
Take care.
Love
Hildegarde
xxx
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2T7EbRoUjWk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=__2mW8szlDA
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9wY6-8Pp6o
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=RIZSPwKY75w
Querido Paulo,
” Existiria verdade, verdade que ninguém vê, se todos fossem no mundo iguais a vc… ”
MARG,
Ca
Dear Readers,
Inspired by Mr Coelho, who with the book the Alchemist, taught me that there is nothing that stands in the way of each person’s free will.
That dreaming, is not reaching for a distant reverie cloud, but the projection of our soul’s desire.
We may not grasp the complex reality that we see today, but like the bud springs open after a long winter, we need only one thing;
Faith.
…………………………………………………
Do you believe you are the creator of the reality you see?
I made a “To Do Before I Die – list”
http://inwardsun.wordpress.com/2009/01/07/things-to-do-before-i-die
Use it as inspiration for creating your own!
Love and Light,
Inwardsun
:-D Love and faith in the heart ( Jessica and co )
with all my love
Sido
angels with us , thanks
Thank you Sido and Alan from UK :-)
To let me know that there are more people like me out there ;-)
Love Jessica
To Rosana.
Reading a book let your fantasy work at its best
while
watching tv gives you already built scenes.You have not so much freedom to dream,or to fantasies.
Today I went outside the hospital by myself, for the first time in two weaks.
They wouldn´t let me out by myself before.
I have felt like a prisoner.
And I appriciated it sooo much.
Being alone and one with everything around me, the wind, the sea, and the birds flying around, and one stopped and talk to me ;-)
That bird was a magpie if you know how they look … they are black/white.
And also I heard a dove right behind me.
I feel sooo free in the nature all by myself.
No one that can tell me what I should do or not do.
Free as the eagles circle around the mountain.
Love Jessica
Hi, everyone! Thought I’d leave a link to a blog post I just put up about about losing weight. Includes info most people aren’t ever told relating to the value of protein and intense exercise that may actually help you build a routine that enables you to lose weight and keep it off:
“My patient, Mrs. Withers (not her real name), was forty-five and morbidly obese. “I swear I’ve cut my calories to almost nothing,” she told me, “but I haven’t lost a pound! I eat the exact same thing every day: a banana for breakfast, a turkey sandwich on wheat bread for lunch, and a piece of fish or steak for dinner. And no snacks in between! I used to eat twice as much, easily. I just don’t know what I’m doing wrong!”
She was literally on the verge of tears. I fully understood her frustration, as well as why her attempts at dieting hadn’t worked. Most of my patients who try to lose weight long-term ultimately fail, though not for lack of trying. Both physiologic and psychological mechanisms are in place that make sustained weight loss incredibly difficult. But, as I told Mrs. Withers, if you understand some of the mechanisms you’re up against in trying to lose weight, you’ll be able to leverage that understanding into weight loss strategies that work.”
To read the full post, visit my blog at:
http://happinessinthisworld.com
http://angewordpress.wordpress.com/category/dieu/ par Jim courbis ( que Dieu le garde ….i thinks so )
Sometimes our “mission” is difficult to accept.
The visions or the spiritual events follow us: we cannot arêter ( Jessica), we can just agree to follow our mission or to continue our life, as before.
Today, after the fear of the stranger, is the freedom, the freedom to choose: yes or not.
I listened to the angels, I listened to God (incredible but true!), I saw, I heard, I followed …
… Strange to live it in 2009 but it is real (as Moses and the apostles, and every servant of God in the faith: we are normal and we live spirituellles intense things it is so… God chooses and we follow him or not)
With all my love
Sido
First of all, I want to say that I love you Paulo Coelho. Your novels have moved me an inspired me in ways i cannot describe. You are an amazing person that brings light to the world through your writing. Thank you for all that you do. I love you.
I also want to say to ask everyone if they agree with the folllowing: Spiritual Truth is Experiental, Not a Belief System. Read this article to know what this means. http://www.youaretrulyloved.com/enlightenment/spiritual-truth-is-experiential-not-a-belief-system/
Jessica Jessica
I know that you feel alone and especially misunderstood.
And the question which comes when we have visions, it is ” to whom to speak? they will not understand(include)!! ” It is so important, it is destabilizing, it is mystic and magic at once(at the same time), it is disturbing and formidable at once(at the same time).
I lived big mystic moments, and we feel so alone.
But you are not only
For His love , our feear and our love for all : sidopaul66@gmail.com
Sorry for the easy topic I am about to talk of…
But I would like to make a list of the REASONS WHY READING A BOOK IS BETTER THAN WATCHING TV: can you help me?
Let me start with a very easy reason:
1) Reading a book allows you to hear the sound of the rain in the background.
Would you add some more?
Thank you!
Rossana Curri
I am in love.
and i blush and smile to that fact. confessing to everyone who will read this. even so. im embarass by writing like a school girl once again with that thought running through my mind while listening to his guitar. love is relative to everyone right? and i’m delighted in this secret of mine.
you know how love makes you feel… feel… so light.
and how you want to be better.
and you think you can be better.
Funny how you love someone you dont know.
Who am I ?
I am who I am.
And we all have the light within to share with each ohter.
So let the light come in from both inside (inside and outside).
Let it flow.
Let others light come into you, and also share your light, letting other people share your light.
We are all ONE and connected.
I have been spending a lot of time in silence lately in the hospital.
I have had time to figure out what I want in life.
What is my life mission ?
I have thought that it all starts with me.
I am all my feelings, sad, happy, angry, humble, lost, at the right place and so on.
All I can do is my best according to my knowledge and sometimes I get lost and need a compass and a tiny light to see where I put my feet.
Also I need my friends showing me a peace of the puzzle so we all can see clearer what we need to do.
Or is it so that I am at the right place all the time?
Maybe I needed to go thrue all theese experiences to become who I am today ??
Many questions I have.
I would love if you leave a comment about what you believe.
Love Jessica
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