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What used to be ‘Twilight Zone-esque’ experiences are now “of course”  (but not taken for granted) events. This day brought yet another. I was in line at the bank and a smiling woman approached me asking me and the customer behind me if we wanted 100 grand as she held out the treat in mini-version. I told her I would love both (the chocolate and the monetary kind) and hugged her in thanks. I introduced myself to her and her face lit up. Not sure how the conversation meandered in this direction, but I told her that I am a speaker and writer and offered her a copy of my Bliss Mistress book, thinking it was a fair trade for my drug of choice. I walked into her office as she invited me to sit and chat with her. She said “I believe in signs and I have a story to tell you.” She proceeded to relate what I can only call a Divine Intervention tale. She was born February 4th, her father came along February 5th and her grandmother on February 6th. Both of them have since passed and she shared that she hears from her dad often, but never from her grandmother. Last week, in heart/soul conversation with her father, she asked “Why has Nana not contacted me?” He assured her that she would be hearing from her. She looked at me and told me that she knew I was the message from her grandmother. Guess what her Nana’s real name was?  Edith, but everyone called her Edie!  According to Trish, her grandmother loved purple and I came strolling in, wearing purple yoga wrap around pants . The feather that I placed in the book that I gave her, was purple. She assured me that there was a reason we had connected, even if she wasn’t totally sure why. I am eager to discover the reason, even if was nothing more than to remind me that miracles and wonder occur every day, all the time and beckon our attention and sometimes come bearing chocolate and feathers.

http://youtu.be/zq0i_zIG0KY The Chocolate Song by buddy wasisname and the other fellers

 

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