Kathryn J. Raths, LLC photo- Laughlin, NV, a synchronistic destination I stumbled on while traveling on the West side of Michigan; it was on the sign at their little airport as we drove by. The vacation we later took there was beautiful.
When I think of synchronicity and how powerful this is, it
reminds me of an experience I had on a trip with my boyfriend. We initially had to reschedule this birthday getaway that I had planned for him until after my father had passed; we were actually on our way to this destination, and we turned around after I received a call that my dad had suffered a massage heart attack. A
couple months after he passed, we went on a much-needed break. While we were
exploring Goderich, Canada, I stumbled on this salon where we had a couple’s
massage. As I checked out, I saw this little handwritten note pinned to the wall behind the receptionist; it had a psychic’s name on it. When I inquired about the name, the receptionist said she was not familiar with the woman and she had never actually noticed the note, but she checked with another employee, found the phone number, and called to see if this psychic was available. We were
able to get a reading that evening.
We drove over to our given address; it was a nice
home overlooking the lake, and the sun was setting as we sat at her kitchen table. It was beautiful. The psychic was to my left, and my fiancé was to my
right. Across the table from me was an empty chair, and there was a large window where we had front-row seats for the sunset. We paid for 1 hour for the two of
us. The woman who read us was kind and soft-spoken; she seemed sincere.
For most of the hour, she explained a great deal about how the universe worked, and while this information was in line with what my fiancé was curious about, all I cared about was the hope of my father coming through and the information she had been sharing made me feel irritated. While the two of them
carried on a conversation, I could actually see, in my mind’s eye, my father
sitting across the table from me. I kept thinking, “Come on, Dad, interrupt her!” And he just sat there and smiled. A couple minutes before the hour was
up, my finance turned to me and asked if I had any questions. I told him it was
too late and our time was up.
This is when the magic started, at least how I
sensed it.
The psychic asked me if my father had passed, and I nodded yes. She asked if it was recent, and I told her a few months ago. She communicated he was there and wanted to speak to me. She then proceeded to share so much detail about him/from him. So much so that I went into an ugly cry; my tears were uncontrollable. My boyfriend hadn’t seen me like this
before, not even during the funeral. Whether you are a believer or not in
psychics, this evening was life-changing for me.
I received all of the validations and assurances I needed to
convince me that my father had crossed over and was now part of the spirit
world and was still around me. This was pivotal to my bereavement process.
Synchronicity was a play in this experience. I wished I
would have taken a picture of the little note I noticed on the wall, it was
barely noticeable; had I not chosen this spa and seen it, I would not have
received this validation. It helped shift my energy from sorrow to a place
of light.
What are your thoughts on synchronicity? Do you believe in it? What about psychics? Share your experience with me; I would love to read about it.
