posted August 24, 2013 08:50 PM            

My x husbands name is his dads name (who passed)
My sons name is his brothers name ( who also passed)

The high school he went to, is my last name, not a comman name and not a president name, it's a Hispanic last name. It's just off my one letter

We started working for the same company, at the same age ( years apart, age difference)

Our kids are born 1 day apart

When ever I tell him a story, he has the exact same story but with a different twist. And visa versa
Even the story how to met/ got married to our ex is Erie similar.

I'll be sitting at home thinking about doing something.
Like buying a Nike and going fr a ride, then a few days later he will call me and say, I bought a bike and went riding.
Alit if lil stories like that..

posted August 25, 2013 02:01 PM            

On the way home, to clean and prepare for a showing today, I stop by the ice house, my total purchases amounted to $3.33...the East Indian who owns the place says "that is a VERY luckey number!"

My real estate agent has the same bday as my Virgo "estranged" guy, different year.

I purchase tickets to Willie Nelson...I post it on FB, my long lost paternal aunt, who is on my FB and doesnt communicate gets all xcited says she loves Willie and it is her husband's bday.

Next thing I know, she is coming to Texas to go with us to the show! I havnt seen her since I was 17.

This aunt thing happened neath that darn blue moon.

I expect many more synchronistic events to arise with the house, will keep posted!

posted August 25, 2013 09:02 PM            

I haven't experienced synchronocity for awhile. But I will always remember meeting M and being hit, like someone had taken a brick and thrown it at me, that I knew him from another lifetime.

Many people do this, but many people I personally know - don't, but we both stacked our plates at restaurants.

Or I would just about to be ordering a Caesar salad, when he ordered the same thing.

I would be discussing a subject with a totally separate friend, and then he would bring up that same subject within the next few times I saw him.

I knew exactly how he was feeling most of the time and vice versa, I swear we could've communicated without words if my DANG Scorpio friend would've gracefully gotten out of the middle. Sigh. 'Tis the connection between Aries and Leos (or at least me and Leos anyway. Maybe because Leo rules my 3rd?)

Okay so here's a synchronocity event...

I have decided to move on from Mr. Sag as of the beginning of August. Have not spoken to his tortured soul for the entire month really. Today I go to peek at his Facebook, and right when I refresh my home page...the LEO who I wasn't all that into, posted a picture and captioned it "If only Sloth from The Goonies played Batman."

posted August 26, 2013 01:28 PM            

I laughed and LOVED IT!

I go to work yesterday morning..all drowsy, etc, back up in a parking place, put up my sun shade, get out, go the passengers side to collect my things for the day and...

THERE IS THAT CAR!

I parked right beside it!

huh?

posted August 27, 2013 10:02 AM            

So a lovely lady astrologer requests me on FB. I, first ask her how she found me, she replied I came up on a suggested friends list.

Ok, legit enouugh, so I add her.

Turns out she is really cool, and a Virgo, yep, I drew another Virgo into my life.

Well she is married to a Pisces, she has a Pisces moon and asc.

She posts the other day asking questions about Pisces, I responded that her queries were more indicative of a Pisces asc, which she is rather than a Pisces sun.

So Danny's song, Loggins and Messina pops into my head "Pisces Virgo rising is a very good sign....."

I post the song on her post, made some comical comment like different sides of the same coin?

She posts the song back at me, but a vid of her, her husband and their boy of their first wedding anniversary, with the song and the lyrics in the background!

posted January 06, 2014 02:50 AM            

Strange, because the previous night, he had a dream of me actually working as one. Which is just so strange for me to mention out of the blue and realise he's been thinking the same thing.

posted January 09, 2014 08:24 AM            

1. My friend and I are eating at an asian restaurant and I was enjoying myself eating a plate of pad thai (one of my fave asian dish) and so I was talking to her about wanting to know the recipe so I can cook the dish myself someday. The next day, I got a junk mail from some random magazine, next thing I know I was looking at the "free" recipe guide of pad thai that was included in the magazine!

2. I was in the library with my friend doing exam revision when a guy asked me if the seat next to me was free, I wanted to say no given that we were also waiting for one of our other friend to come over but since she (our friend) was already running late I said go ahead the seat is free. Now heres the twist, my friend and I were talking about needing to meet more people at uni, someone new and interesting then BAM, the guy interrupted us (no chance of him hearing us talking because he was on his iPod and i can hear his music) said that he recognizes me and my friend.. we talked for a bit and it turns out he went to the same high school we did 2 years ago (he's three years ahead of us btw) and he knows alot of people we also know, we had alot of things in common and I mean, alot. Now we get invited to more events and hence meet more people because of guess who? Him.

What if we waited for our friend who never turned up?
What if i said no he couldnt take the seat?
What if my friend and i left the library early, which we originaly planned to do so?

3. I keep seeing the combination of numbers 143, sometimes in different order but the numbers are still 1, 4 and 3. I know 143 = I love you it also adds up to 8 which also equals to my birth number. I'm still trying to figure out why this happens.

posted January 09, 2014 06:55 PM            

I just have a tiny one for now. The other day I was in a crafts store, and I passed a bin of starfish. I've always LOVED starfish, I vividly remember being in this beautiful old shop in Maine when I was very little, using my wee bit of pocket money to buy my grandmother a starfish. So every time I see one, I think of those days....

So yeah, the other day I'm standing at the starfish bin basically saying "hello" to as many as I can with my fingers (yes, this is weird. I'm a Pisces moon, if that's any excuse) and my family kept calling until finally and reluctantly I had to go.

A few hours later I called my brother and just before we got off the phone he said that he had written a new song that he was going to send to me, and it's called "Starfish."

He didn't even know I love starfish.

posted January 10, 2014 08:39 AM            

I can remember being pregnant with my second daughter. I was well into my third trimester and was having that nesting urge strongly- they speak of. I decided to declutter my living room one morning after everyone left, insistent on removing an old love seat from my living room for trash pick up.

Being hard headed and stubborn, I went against all my good sense and pushed and pulled that thing until I was able to get it outside to my side entrance to the top of the steps.

This was summer beginning of July and my side entrance to the house at this time is camouflaged within Lilac bushes. So I was standing there thinking- How am I going to get this down the steps and to the curb without hurting baby or me?

Next thing I know, this man and woman came walking up my driveway, at that very instant. I was taken aback- as my road isn't a strolling "lets go for a morning walk" kind of road, its a very busy state route; and rarely do I see people just walking.
Anyway the woman was blonde and the man had brown hair, their outer attire was as if they just had finished playing tennis. They had on lightly crisp put together clothes. Their movements as they walked were best described as cerebral and gaiety.

They didn't say much- other than something to the effect of "let us get this for you miss" I of course appreciative said "sure, thanks!"

The both of them picked the heavy loveseat up like it was nothing- a feather. They took it down the steps towards the end of the driveway. I was waddling behind them trying to catch up, as I wanted to thank them again. From where I was I could see them set it down, dust off their hands, then they looked up toward the driveway at me and waved- and then off they went. By the time I reached the curb in a matter of a minute or so. I looked down the road- thinking to myself what a strange occurrence just transpired and I wanted to get one more glance at them. There was no one there, just a long stretch of eerily empty roadway.

I've often thought- that was being at the right place at the right time type of synchronicity, but then again it also felt other-worldly.

Another synchronicity story I hand down...

When I was little we use to travel about 6 hours south to go and visit my great-grandma-she lived in the mountains in the middle of nowhere.

We left for our trip one Friday after my dad came home from work, during a nasty snow storm. We had one of those big heavy spacious cars, like people drove back in the 70's- my brothers and I sat in the back having plenty of room.

The highway driving was okay, we just kind of crept along. Then when it was time to exit and drive through the mountain pass- in which my grandma lived near the foot. The roads became treacherous, icy, snowy, not plowed- pretty much impassable. Back then especially in such rural areas they didn't close the roads. Town folk were wise and knew to just stay off of them.

We inched and inched up the mountain. Tires spinning, sliding, and praying we wouldn't slide over the edge, off the many drop-offs along the way. We came to a hazardously dangerous point, a very steeply graded, and curvy portion of road. There- the car became stuck. It wasn't absolutely immoveable, my dad kept trying to accelerate and the car would slide each time closer towards a flimsy guardrail and the edge of a drop-off.

There was no going forward, no going in reverse, no chance of turning around- not even if we had one of the most sturdiest vehicles it was no match as to the intensity and conditions of the road in that storm/blizzard.

We all figured the inevitable- we were sleeping there that night in the middle of the road- stuck on the mountain.

All of a sudden we spotted headlights coming up behind us. The vehicle stopped, and my dad got out, spoke briefly with the gentleman, and my dad came and let us know, it was a man in an old pick up truck here to help us.

My dad and him put the chains the man had on the back tires, since I would imagine our car was rear wheel drive. My dad then got back in our car, and said "this man is going to give us a push." Bumper to bumper; slowly, cautiously, carefully, he pushed us to where we could safely continue on our journey, and when he was done pushing he then followed us for a bit. We stopped the car, because my dad was insistent on thanking and paying him. Also returning his chains.

My mom and dad had the interior light on- fumbling in their wallets to get some money together. My dad got out of the car, walked around back and no one was there. Dumbfounded, he called for my mom to come out. They looked down the roadway and couldn't see any tail lights heading back down. The strangest thing they discovered, was-there were no tire tracks behind our car, with the snow subsided now, there should have been plenty, taking into consideration the feat these two vehicles just accomplished.

I was too little at the time to understand what had just transpired, but I remember my parents getting back in our car- wiping their eyes and crying.

We finally made it to Grandma's and of course regaled our story to her. She didn't seem particularly surprised or enthralled. She lived on that mountain her entire life and knew what our family went through to get there. I can remember, however- a faithful and knowing look in her eyes- like she too had a hand in the help we received that fateful night.

I sometimes will tell those stories around the campfire. The kids will ask- "C'mon Jen tell us a ghost story" and I say, "well I don't have a ghost story up my sleeve, but I can tell you about angels"