Now one may wonder what on Earth has celery to do with synchronicity; I feel that miracles, coincidences and synchronous synchronicity are somehow related.
All of the events above were not planned and came as a surprise and delighted me. The celery was a seemingly small but really hit home. I had gone into the supermarket to get two packs of organic carrots and two packs of organic celery. The celery was nowhere to be seen although there were short stubby sticks, so I turned away and thought well I could get them somewhere else and a bit of nag. Then I spotted out of the corner of my eye and almost a 'psychic' prompt a box and instead of these sticks as in above image being upright they were lying almost sideways and deep in the bottom of the box.
They were not organic, there had not been organic ones for several weeks, however the non organic ones were heavy and bulky in their packets, however these seemed trim and neat and slimness I liked. To me this was a synchronistic, coincident and miracle.
This delighted me and I felt the invisible hand was at work and that 'God knows what you need (no so much want) before I do' sort of feeling, this kind of reinforced Krishnamurti's 'trust in life' and my old favourite story of the Monk in the cabin on the mountain side getting the logs and food in for winter, some books to read and warm robes; the birds left for migration, the leaves fell, the cold crept in and all was stark and barren.
Came the spring and the birds returned, the trees blossomed and the warmth returned and the monk opened the door and exclaimed with arms wide open in praise 'All this and I did nothing to make it happen'.
Jesus also said 'Considered the lilies of the field, they toil not nor do they spin, --the birds get provided for---for the Father knows of their need. “But they that wait upon the Lord shall renew their strength; they shall mount up with wings as eagles; they shall run, and not be weary; and they shall walk, and not faint” (Isa. 40:31). When I sleep my dear body keeps my breath going, I am not conscious of breathing unless out of breath duirng the day, my hair grows, my nails grow my skin heals when cut, my bodily functions are in harmony when I am healthy and it is automatic and spontaneous, the Moon and Sun cycles with the planets, I witness the seasons and like the monk it happens despite of me, I am breathed, healed and looked after by the Great Universal Parent.
And I am ashamed I am not more trusting and grateful. Again it was Jesus that said on the cross about the two who were to be crucified with him 'Father forgive then for they not what they do' ' I sadly and ashamedly lament 'Father I do know what I do'. I feel sorrow that I forget and I cannot blame the world ethos and the devil that I lapse in my praise and do not trust Life which to me is God in action.
All I can do is to meditate and trust that my faith in the Great Life Giver grows and that I may praise and be grateful more often if not always.
SHACK
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