Long story short, and in what has become the 'way' of these things, the final synchronicities began to fall into place showing me that the long story was being wound up and the months and years leading up to it were leaving. The ending is gentle, it is like the change of the season and only when you sweep up the leaves do you know that they have fallen.
Synchronicities: From September Equinox.
One evening late in the unfolding of these events, I made a journey to a town not far from me but I had to travel by bus and then train. The journey was to a spiritual place for healing. At this place, I met a friend that I hadn't seen for a long but we had recently began to chat again on the phone. It was a long wait for healing, but as the way with these things, it just is. The evening was fine and together, my friend and I walked back to train station around 9.00pm. We parted company on the train and I went on to my stop. As I walked down the main street I realised that Police had shut down this street and cordoned off the road. I wasn't sure where to get my bus from as the most logical alternative for a diverted bus route meant going through a one way system, the wrong way, and the police would have no idea which way the bus would take away from the area that they were closing down. After a while I reasoned to walk back to the stop that was well before the diversion and cordoned off area rather than find a place near where I was. The walk was long and it brought me well past the station I had just walked from. Eventually The bus came and I got on. The bus actually took a route diverting from the road that I had been, then it went on in an interesting diversion by passing one-way roads and going a very long distance circling the entire area. Finally I got off at a stop that was a distance from my home but walkable. I kept thinking, what is this showing me?
It wasn't until the next day it fell into place. The scenario was: I had to my retrace steps and go back to a place, passing the station I had just come out of, and then take a bus that was diverted into a very different route to get me home. It like was a mirror of the last weeks or so of my life. Let me explain. For the last 30 years or so, my life changed from the route I was going along, the cause? my feelings and how I saw life when my brother became so very ill with a severe mental illness (there was more to it than this but this was the presenting event), I had at that point in time, to bring my brother into hospital, and watched as the life left his eyes, never to return. He was 17yrs, I was 18years. I began to grieve for someone who had not yet died.
Everything from then in my life on was undertaken in the hue of that sadness. There was of course more to the causes of me becoming ungrounded, other than my brother's illness, and basically throughout childhood, I had pretty much left the building, for most of what was going on. Further, about 25 years ago another serious set of circumstances set me on the route of continued spiraling events, leading me far from the route that I "should" have taken.
Of course all things are 'planned' and I had been taken 'off course' to immerse myself in those feelings,emotions and experiences which brought me opportunities that would help me learn how to transmute pain, both mine and other peoples. I was also able to open myself to things that otherwise I would not have seen, felt or done, and that 'good or bad', have made me, the Me that I AM today.
The last few years of my healing journey have been painful but essential. Then the last few months and weeks have fast tracked this healing and my psychic journey has become very bizarre. This bus diversion, happened one night, purely random and spontanetaneous, but it was a sign that I made the grade so to speak and that This particular route, the one that I had been on for this very long, had ended, and I had moved through enough of it for it to be healed. I was brought out of my usual dimension very abruptly, taken on a long journey that I had not planned and then jumped off the bus as it sailed close to place near to where I live.
It took some time but I figured out that, the smallish gesture of trying to find my way back to the 'correct' stop, late in the evening, was showing me that I had quite literally whizzed myself back to the Point where the diversion from my life occurred and then the ensuing journey, where the bus took an elaborate rerouting, at least doubling the journey that it was intended to replace, was mirroring the retraction and healing of that period.
In other words, the bus route diversion was a outer manifestation, occurring that evening, to show me that I had managed to redo, heal, retrack and finally 'spiral' back to the point, and above it, energetically speaking, from whence the diversion was into my life. The fall out is like slow-motion ash, hitting the ground after a Volcano has spouted an eruption.
So the ash was slow-moing to earth, when it hit me. I had been on a 30 year diversion but was now allowed back on course. This September had so unreal, already, and it was getting even shakier. I might not have explained it very well, but all outer stuff in your life, mirrors inner shifts and, yes, even those volcano eruptions.
A few days later, I had a call from the people who had been making the Memorial stone for my brothers grave. He died in January 2013. I didn't start to look into details about having the stone made until early this year. I finally found one and placed an order for it in February of this Year, 2014. I cant't talk about the amount of things that went wrong, I had to get the deeds transferred (long story) papers getting lost, wrong people doing the job, people changing the jobs within the cemetry office, loosing and transferring money. I had to make so many phone calls and letters to get things sorted out. By August I had decided to just let it all go. Forget and be done with it. So I was truly shocked to hear in that phone call that the stone was now in place.
It was again a sign that, the last 30 year period, had been completed. The extreme grief and sadness of loosing my brother first to a horrible mental illness, and then finally to aggressive cancer and all the relentlessly achingly sad years for him in between, was all swept up in me. It was as if a broom were sweeping up all the dried up leaves and ashes. The broom now finished the sweeping and the leaves and ashes were transforming, as if into a comet, raising up, zooming on its way out, and exiting my solar system. Leaving no trace of the dried leaves and ashes. This all confirmed the above conclusion about coming to the end of a long line and then spiraling back to a new starting place.
Around this time and few days after the phonecall, I had arranged to take my daughter and her friend to a Light Body Festival in London on the Sunday. Leaving our home to go to meet her friend then travel into London, we walked by some sycamore seeds scattered on the ground. I picked some of them up and looked at them as if for the first time. Putting two of the seeds together back to back, they reminded me of wings, like angel wings but more of earth, like earth angel wings. These Sycamore seeds are known as helicopters here in UK. I showed them to my daughter who agreed they were beautiful and did indeed look like angel wings. I popped them in my bag and we got on with our journey.
Sadly when we got to where the indoor festival was being held I realised that the information I had about it was, unhelpful to say the least, and the festival had been poorly advertised. The person who told me about it was only referring to the talk that he was giving and that talk was taking place on the Sunday. Sadly the main festival had taken place the day before, we had missed it. It could just have been me not getting the facts right but what could we do now. Mildly annoyed, but not to be put off, I took the girls for lunch and then waited patiently as they browsed in various shops. Finally we rambled down to Covent Garden Market.
I went around the market and the girls went off by themselves but keeping in contact with me by phone. I often feel myself propelled along and find myself in places and talking to interesting people. I browsed through the market and pretty soon I was drawn to the smaller indoor market which you have to get through the whole outdoor market to get to.
As I strolled through the market I was propelled along the various rows of stalls, many of which displayed some fantastic silver jewellery. All of a sudden, my gaze fell on stall with delicate and original silver designs. Then I saw it. A beautiful silver chain with two silver sycamore seeds back -to -back, as if they were angel wings. I was absolutely amazed, I had never seen this design ever before.
I exclaimed at how gorgeous the pendant was and at once fell into a a deep and meaningful conversation with the lady whose stall it was. We exchanged angel chat and then she, did the most wonderful thing. It seems that, as I had given her, during our conversation, something that she needed, she responded by giving me a beautiful gift of the silver sycamore-seed wings pendant.
I put my hand to my mouth and wanted to cry, as this was evidence and much needed confirmation, and validation. It was also an angel medal of honour, I had finally got my earth angel wings.
.......and here they are.
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I had, a very long time ago, my palm read. In the first reading, at a party, the reader was able to read everyone else's palm, it was her thing, a party piece. But she couldn't read mine, she didn't want to read mine, she was adamant and flatly refused. She looked a bit scared. In my palm I have a life- line that splits in the middle causing a fork. I reckon that it is in the recent events that I have finally been to end of one of the forks and then been able to whizz back to the place where the fork splits, to go on my journey down the second fork. Which brings me to where I sit now.
Lucky Me. The second time I had my palm read, was about 8 years, when the kids were small, a man in a mind-body-soul festival told me that in about 8 years time, I would be writing, journals, about travelling.
This is one strange journey.
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