Last night, a cab dropped me off at apartment in Paris around 9 PM. I get in, warm up dinner, relax. Two hours later, I’m on the phone with my girlfriend when suddenly — in the middle of our conversation — I realize that I can’t find my wallet.
I spend 10 minutes methodically searching the apartment. Nothing. Another ten minutes unpacking my bags. There is no wallet anywhere to be found. With growing disappointment, I see that I must have left it in the cab. I know that I must cancel my cards. I begin to wonder how I can possibly get new cards while abroad. I take a breath, tell myself to relax. I get the phone and start to look up numbers for my bank. A flood of self-judgment: How could I have left my wallet in a cab? Why didn’t I look down at the seat as I usually do before getting out? Is mercury in retrograde? In my mind, I tried to retrace my steps. Had I taken the wallet out to pay, and then put it down to find my keys?
The driver said that if he couldn’t find me, he would have left a note with his information. But how amazing is it that he didn’t have to? What if I hadn’t listened to the inexplicable thought that said “go to the window”, hours after my taxi drove off? I listened.
He was there.
Years ago, when I began intentionally “listening” to the Universe, I had a lot of doubt: How could I trust something that I could not explain? As I prioritized spirituality, Life began to speak to me in ways that seemed increasingly magical. But I had to stop trying to explain it. I’d have a dream that something happened, and would wake to see it actually happen. Or, discover that it happened while I was sleeping. An intuition would compel me in a certain way. I began to listen, without knowing why, but only knowing that it felt “right”.
The idea that everything in life is unfolding as it “should” is not something I would impose on anyone else. It is a difficult notion, one that requires a nuanced understanding of different levels of analysis for taking stock of life in all of its complexities. Because the truth is that lots of awful things happen every moment of every day — across the conscious experience of every living being on the planet, unimaginable levels of suffering coexist with joy, love and feelings of peace. What one person experiences as a “blessing” is another person’s “curse”.
But it seems to me that if anything at all is as it should be, then everything is as as it should be — for everything that has ever been, everything that is now and everything that will be is inextricably interconnected. It may be a stretch for some to say that everything as it should be, given the realities of oppression and suffering. Indeed, it is obnoxious, unhelpful and even abusive to try to make someone else believe that an awful thing that happened was “meant to be”.
But there is part of me that holds space for this paradoxical truth. There is something in me that feels that it must work to change things about myself and about the world, even as there is something more profound that knows that nothing needs me to change anything at all — rather, there are simply changes taking place, changes that are changing me, changes that must take place, changes that are meant to be.
The human concept of a blessing is often very selfish, very confused, dualistic and dependent on a Santa-Claus-like image of “God”. And while it’s fine to feel blessed and acknowledge blessings, I personally feel that accepting all of life as a blessing, as one interconnected and mysterious unfolding is my spiritual work. I’m grateful to the taxi driver, for sure. But I’m even more grateful to the Universe for continuing to wink at me in such a delightful way.
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Thank you for sharing this! I relate to this on many levels. I used to be entirely rational, until I had a very traumatic experience that soon made it clear that the rational mind can never fully grasp or describe reality. Soon I found Buddhism and soon the synchronicities became more and more apparent. My partner and I call them “snakey” moments, referring to Ouroboros and to the year of the Snake, which for us was so riddled with them that it was dizzying.
I’ve found (and it seems like you have as well) that the best thing to do with these is merely bask in them and allow them to deepen one’s faith in the entirety of reality. If one tries to deduce some specific meaning or to conceptually figure out “what it all means” it can lead to serious trouble (Darren Aronofsky’s Pi is a good depiction of this)
This isn’t as powerful as yours but recently, my friends and I had a movie night where we watched Adaptation (also deeply infused with synchronicity and infinite meta loops) which talks about the ghost orchid and takes place in the Fakahatchee Strand in Florida. Then yesterday, I was in New Hampshire and I drove right by a U-Haul truck depicting the ghost orchid and the Fakahatchee Strand.
Anyway, thanks for your wonderful musings.
I related so strongly to this post. I am just discovering the connections and having the realizations that what I thought originally to be accidents and coincidences are the universe trying to tell me something, even if it’s just “Hey, you should probably pay attention to this moment, you need to see, leanr, feel, etc. something.” It is difficult to be grateful for the bad parts but necessary to see the whole pictures. Without the pain, you don’t get the baby, it is what it is. Thank you for this.
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