My Personal Celestine Journal:
The Continuing Growth Of The
Prophecies In My Life

Continuing Synchronistic Events
Part Two

Wednesday, June 4th, 2003: Once again unto the breach,
dear friends! After another hiatus from writing in this
journal, I find myself returning to it, rather sheepishly
chastising myself, yet realizing that all things come about
in their own time and place.

What brings me back is that, after being invited several
times to join an on-line spiritual exploration group,
Blue Star Kachina, and feeling drawn to participate in
several of their forums, I was going to post the link
for this journal. But some instinct told me to review
my work before submitting it, so I did. And I realized
that it sorely needed to be brought up to date.

So here I am, once again...

Looking back, I realize that I went through a period of
despondency, which lasted until Carolyn finally returned,
in August 2002, but only for a week. She had to go back
up north, she said, because she couldn't take another
winter with no snow.

Carolyn wanted us to move to Ohio with her, where she
was in the process of finding a house to buy. But my son,
David, wanted to stay in Florida until he finished school.
So we agreed that Carolyn would return to Florida around
New Year to visit for a couple weeks again, and that we
would plan on moving to Ohio in June of 2003, after David
finished school.

On November 12th, 2002, one of Carolyn's nephews came to
my apartment to tell me that he'd gotten a phone call from
Carolyn's sister, telling him that she had died the day
before. Needless to say, I was devastated. But I soon
went into denial, refusing to believe that she was gone.

In the meantime, Anthony had moved to Montana, and had
been telling me how great it was, and that I should also
move there. I had been resisting, and continued to do so.
Yet he became more insistent after I told him of Carolyn's
death, telling me that he needed me with him.

Then, in December, I lost both of my jobs. So David and I
packed what we needed, sold most of our other belongings,
gave away what didn't sell, and moved to Montana.

After I had begun to aclimate to the greatly different
environment, Anthony started suggesting that I call the
Columbus, Ohio records clerk to verify whether Carolyn
had died. In March, 2003, I finally did that, and was
finally able to accept the reality.

David matured quickly in this new environment, and began
taking responsibility for his actions. And Anthony and
I started to build a home-based business, which is now
picking up steam. We expect to be making a good profit
within a year.

Though these events are loaded with synchronicity, even
the painful parts, the most interesting thing to me is
that, in the past, whenever I've made a major change,
I've always felt a touch of nervousness and started to
question myself. Is this the right thing to do? Am I
sure this is what I want?

But this time, with this move, there was none of that.
There was only certainty and conviction, as though my
inner being KNEW, beyond any doubt, that this was what
I was supposed to do.