Three Steps Ahead

Following my husband's tragic death, I became aware of synchronicity. Synchonicity is when seemingly unreleated events coincide in improbable ways that have some sort of significance in your life. For me, it arrived in the forms of an essential oil, a post-it note, and a buried garden stone. Three months after Jeremy's death, I was home alone, I took my wedding dress and unity candle outside. Our unity candle was a huge glass candle filled with bright red oil. Our wedding invitation was engraved on it. I went to the burn barrel, tossed my wedding dress inside and doused it with the red oil from the unity candle. I grabbed a self-lighting torch from the shed. As I stared at my red oil-stained dress and lit it on fire, I talked to Jeremy and reflected on our marriage. I thanked God for our marriage and told Jeremy how happy, content, and complete I felt in our marriage. Of course, it was not perfect because marriages are not meant to be. We are meant to learn lessons while being human on this earth. I also acknowledged the new beginning in my life and that I would never discount or forget our years of memories made. Jeremy has made my spiritual messages very specific about not reaching the end of my human journey and that I should keep an open heart because I have more love to give. I shed many tears…for many emotions that are hard to articulate in my situation. During these moments, time is absolutely relative. While the flames burned, the sun came out and warmed my face. I felt a strong cosmic power and spiritual acknowledgment. I felt peace. Later that night, I was still home alone. I grabbed a drink from the fridge outside in the shed. There was a radio that played music 24/7 in the shed to keep critters away. I walked into the shed and the radio station was playing a local Pop/Top 40 station. When I opened the door of the fridge, the radio station changed to a classical station. That had never happened before. I am unaware of any classical FM radio stations in the area. After a few moments, I realized the song playing was "Canon in D.”I gasped. I walked down the aisle to that song at our wedding. As I walked out of the shed to head back into the house, the radio started playing pop music again. I smiled and thought, "I can't make this up." We all have dead people. These first four years dealt with learning to shift grief and live in the present moment. Our loved ones do not "leave" us when they die. Their souls transition back to the Spirit Realm. Spirit intervenes whether you ask for help or not. Why not make it easier on yourself? Be humble. Open your soul and watch Spirit's magic unfold.