My Personal Celestine Journal:
The Prophecies In My Life

Continuing Synchronistic Events, Part One

Since reading The Celestine Prophecy and working to
become more aware of the "coincidences" in my life,
I have noticed that on several occasions, I would
think of someone and that person would show up. This
has happened in reference to a drug dealer whom I
chased away from the store where I am employed because
of his threats and his drug activities in front of the
store; also, in reference to the store owner, who has
lately been spending more time there working with me
instead of antagonizing me (if the truth be known, we
tend to antagonize each other), whereas he had been
staying away from the store most of the time.

Sunday, March 8th, 1998: As is my habit, I held a door
open for a woman pushing a stroller. But while I was
holding the door, her attention became glued to the
movie posters (we were at a mall). I mentioned that
I had just seen one of the films there with my son, and
she asked if it was any good, stating that she was bored
and had nothing interesting to do. We spoke for a good
15 minutes, during the course of which she asked my name;
I told her, but didn't even think to ask hers until after
she had gone back inside to see that film. But of course,
by then it was too late. I only realized later that night
that this was a synchronistic event, and that I blew it.
I am striving to be more conscious of these occurances.

14. October, 1998: I began a new job around the corner from
my apartment, with another Arab family. The pay is less, but
I'm close to home if my son needs me for anything.

Monday, March 29, 1999: A year-long gap in studying the
Insights and applying them to my life ended. For the past
two weeks, I've been re-reading the first and second books
in the series. When I got to the eight insight, which
describes the interpersonal ethic, I was struck by the
passage that said that addiction to another person will
stop one's personal growth in it's tracks.

This brought back a buried memory. I had spent three years
studying the writings of Carlos Castaneda, and attempting
to learn the ways of the Yaqui medicine man called "Don
Juan Matus," when I first met my future wife. When I knew
she would be my wife (even though she didn't know it at
the time), I lost the ability to perform many of the
things I had learned from Castaneda's works.

When that memory was completed in my awareness,
I realized that I had, indeed, been addicted
to my wife.

It occurs to me now, also, that there is a reason for an
old friend, Carolyn, to have re-entered my life within the
past few months. I had been losing my son, to his interest
in things of a so-called "Satanic" nature, probably
encouraged in part by the music he listens to (Marilyn
Manson and other non-conformist modern hard rockers),
and in part by my not spending quality time with him.

David was seriously messing up in school, not doing
any work there or his chores at home, spending most
of his time on the Internet gaming and surfing. He
was refusing to do anything I had taught him was right
and good, and I was getting more frustrated by the day,
to the point that I actually threatened to put him in
a residential school for uncontrollable children.

But this old friend, a woman from my past (past life?)
talked with David and me, together and separately, and
created an atmosphere where mutual trust can be rebuilt.
She has been staying in my apartment for about six weeks,
to get away from personal stresses that hindered her, and
she was illegally evicted from the apartment by a greedy
landlord. She knows I have romantic feelings toward her,
and accepts those feelings, even though we've done nothing
(by mutual decision) in order to give her the time she
needs to get herself right.

I know now that these feelings are natural and good,
but that I can't let them become an addiction to her.

Tuesday, September 7th, 1999: A couple weeks ago, I was
discussing coincidence and synchronicity with a Moslem
woman who is a friend of my boss. Her husband is very
ill and needs a respirator with him most of the time.
I told her that there is no such thing as coincidence,
that everything happened for a reason.

Today, she told me that since I had spoken with her about
synchronicity, she had been thinking about the woman she
had bought her house from five years ago. She looked for
the phone number, but found that it had been changed. Then
a couple days ago, she met that person in a store while
thinking about running into her.

The woman told my boss' friend that she had developed
cancer, and had gone to a holistic medical practitioner,
who had put her on an herbal regimen. Six months later,
her doctor told her that the tumor was shrinking.

I asked this lady what she thought the lesson was about,
and she replied that it was about the herbal healing.

I just smiled at her; nothing more needed to be said.

Saturday, November 13th, 1999: My boss keeps telling me
that the synchronicities he has been experiencing in my
presence are frightening him. I have told him that he
needs to just accept them as they come, and let them be
a guide for him to follow.

Saturday, April 6th, 2002: Due to a new email pen pal
with whom I am discussing spiritual growth, I've come
back to this journal. In order to bring this narrative
up to date, let me return to where I left off.

Synchronistically, my friend Carolyn turned out to be
a distant cousin to Tony Hynson, thr man who helped
me get my son back from the State of New York.

I came to understand the nature of love as being very
spiritual, setting no conditions, holding no expectations,
and having no need.

In January 2001, my Arab boss sold the store back to the
man he'd bought it from, putting me out of work temporarily
until the store re-opened in March, and the new/old owner hired
me at twice the salary. Interestingly, the only reason I was
hired was because several people in the neighborhood had told
him to hire me because I knew the people and their needs.

In late spring 2001, Carolyn got mad at both my son and her
own, for some reason I don't understand, and used that as an
excuse to stop trying to hide our relationship from them.
It occurs to me that our respective offspring doing things
that angered her in a way that this would be her response,
had to be a synchronistic event.

Things got intense physically with Carolyn, and she found
herself loosening up with her feelings. Then she suddenly
left, making excuses about needing to go back up north and
promising to return soon. She didn't return at that time.

In October 2001, after my new boss' failure to run the store
profitably due to his age and lack of flexibility, I found
myself unemployed. He had not paid the taxes he'd taken from
my pay, leaving me unable to collect unemployment compensation.
My bills fell behind, including rent and utilities, though food
was never a problem thanks to good friends and neighbors who,
though in poor shape themselves, always managed to help out.

Midway through December, my landlord told me he had an opening
for an apartment complex manager, which would require me to
live in that complex. I accepted, and moved in January of
this year. Then I discovered a store near my new home, owned
by another Arab who is a friend of my former employer. This
store owner needed a part-time employee, and offered me the job.
So now I have two part-time positions, allowing me to catch up
slowly on my bills.

About three weeks ago, Carolyn got my new phone number and
called. We talked briefly, and she said she again that she
was coming back. A week later, I got a card in the mail from
her, essentially saying the same thing, but that she had to get
approval from her doctor to travel the 1400 miles to come here.
If she shows up, I'll be happy to have her back.

If not, life goes on.