TALES OF ANGELS & SYNCHRONICITY

This post is a follow on from the one above entitled Praise the G.O.D.

I love reading stories about synchronicities. There's fabulous one in the back of the book The G.O.D. Experiments by Gary Schwartz but it's too long to recount here, so you'll just have to buy or borrow the book. My own life has been punctuated by some incredible synchronicities. Of the two most recent, the first is perhaps more proof of the way the Universe rallies to help us when we ask for help, than of pure synchronicity, but the second one is certainly not.

The first story occurred when I was driving to the airport before Christmas. I had drunk a couple of cups of tea before leaving and as I neared the airport perimeter, nature was calling. I decided to bypass the airport hotels feeling sure there would be facilities in the NCP car park I was headed to. Unfortunately it took longer than expected to get to the NCP and the first one I tried was shut for maintenance work so the situation became urgent, if not agonising.

After failing to find a car parking space on the first two floors I literally cried out 'Please help me, I don't know what to do'. This may sound a bit weird to the average observer but I regularly ask for help in my head, but have found that saying it out loud brings quicker results. Almost as soon as saying this I almost drove over a car park attendant so I stopped and said "Can you point me in the direction of the loos?" - fully intending to drive to them, such was my pain. He said "I'm sorry there are none in here, you have to go to the terminal" and pointed to a building that I could see was a fair distance away ( B'ham airport) and I hadn't even parked yet. I expressed my horror but thanked him then drove off in sheer desperation, still unable to find a space.

Then on the next floor this same man suddenly appeared again and beckoned me to follow him. He guided me into a spare parking space in a remote corner and then helped us (my daughter and I) with our suitcases, personally dragging the two large, heavy ones to the lifts. Once in the busy lift, as the doors closed and I said thanks but when the doors opened, there he was outside.

For one terrible moment I thought the lift had returned to the same floor, then I realised he had run down 3 flights of stairs to meet us again. He then pulled our bags out and speedily led us on a complicated route into the terminal (one which I would never have thought to have taken myself in my agitated state). Once in the terminal I ran ahead of him to the beckoning 'Ladies' sign and my ordeal was over.

Such was my physical and mental relief that I pulled money out of my bag, intending to give it to him as a thank you - I was even planning to give him a hug. However upon stepping outside, my daughter was sitting on the bags and she said he had left as soon as they got there. I looked around but couldn't find him.

So, was this luck? Was it divine intervention? A response to my request? I don't know. What I do know is that it is very rare in the UK to find anyone who is doing one job to spontaneously do another (he became a porter) yet alone to put themselves out to that extent, and all out of the kindness of their heart. So, thank you to my Christmas angel whoever you were!

The second story is pure synchronicity and defies all explanation.

I use Tibetan medicine and in the past have seen a Doctor who only visits London from Dharamsala a few times each year. Between Christmas and New Year I happened across a webpage saying that he would be in London in early January and to book your appointments before 23 December. The way I happened across the page was unusual in itself but I'll leave that for now. Anyway, although I haven't seen this Doctor in many years I decided to ring to see if there were any free appointments but got a machine saying that they wouldn't be back in the office until early January, so I left a message to call me. They did so and offered me an appointment on the 7th around 3pm which I was unable to make, so I said have you anything earlier in the day, to which he replied just one on the 8th at 12.15. "Perfect" I said, and took that.

A few minutes later I called a friend (who I haven't spoken to since mid November) and said, on her answer machine, that I had an appointment in London, would she like to come with me and we could catch up, do a bit of lunch and shopping in the London sales. She called back only to tell me that she had a 12 pm appointment with the same Doctor on the same day i.e., the appointment before mine and she had just been worrying about how she was going to get there as her car was playing up!

So, one may say that it is highly likely that someone who also uses Tibetan medicine would have arranged to see this renowned Doctor on this visit, but out of 4 days of appointments at 15 minute intervals we had booked adjoining ones ( she had booked in December). Plus, something had prompted me to call her (and no one else) after all these weeks to ask her to accompany me, just when she was worrying about how to get there. Now that is some G.O.D. Guiding, Organising, Design process at work!