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Lately some small and sometimes not so small Synchronicities are happening to me and it fills my heart with joy. I give you two examples.

Two nights ago I was driving home, it was dark and the road went through a forest. Suddenly I remembered that some years ago I was hitting a dear on a similar road. With no thinking I slowed down. Maybe a hundred meters later a dear showed up and since I was driving slowly now, it could safely pass the road.

Or today, I was shopping at the supermarket and there were some little flowers that where jumping in my face. I went past them, because I did not intend to by flowers and it was like they where speaking louder: we want to come with you. So I went back and took them with me. As soon as I was sitting in the car I started crying for joy about the gentleness and certainty with which this bunch of little yellow roses made itself visible to me. Actually I am still sitting here and crying, because I am so touched when this kind of stuff is happening to me and is making my day more beautiful.

Grateful
Iris

Clever little roses! Obviously they noticed You to be a receptive One, and decided better to stay with You than with anyone else; sensing Your green thumb and then some...

i have several times experienced to have a certain very special thought and find the it the next moment exactly in my dayly tear-off calendar.

Or i know of a woman talking to Her daughter in Madrid exactly the day of the subway bombing; at an absolute unusual time in the morning, causing a delay of the daughter to enter the subway and arriving only at the station, when big police alarm had been called in.(Also kind of a "Healing practitioner") smiles..

juergen.

: Lately some small and sometimes not so small Synchronicities are happening to me and it fills my heart with joy. I give you two examples.

: Two nights ago I was driving home, it was dark and the road went through a forest. Suddenly I remembered that some years ago I was hitting a dear on a similar road. With no thinking I slowed down. Maybe a hundred meters later a dear showed up and since I was driving slowly now, it could safely pass the road.

: Or today, I was shopping at the supermarket and there were some little flowers that where jumping in my face. I went past them, because I did not intend to by flowers and it was like they where speaking louder: we want to come with you. So I went back and took them with me. As soon as I was sitting in the car I started crying for joy about the gentleness and certainty with which this bunch of little yellow roses made itself visible to me. Actually I am still sitting here and crying, because I am so touched when this kind of stuff is happening to me and is making my day more beautiful.

: Grateful
: Iris

This is probably not a synchronicity, but it is kind of funny, and after reading this I start to wonder. This has been going on for some time, maybe two or three weeks, often several times a day and in different parts of my country. It rarely happened before. When I am out walking the dog or shopping or whatever I often kind of notice groups of girls or couples. I look at them and see nothing unusual, except maybe they look nice or kind of interesting. Then they start to talk, and they speak a foreign language I don%rsquot understand. Often I don%rsquot even recognize the language. So I get kind of startled. They look like typical locals. There is nothing strange with any of this. It just happens far too often. Each time I hear an unknown girl speak, she speaks a foreign language! Has there been an invasion of foreign students or have the local girls stopped talking or what? Or is someone trying to tell me something?

it is perhaps that women are creating their own women's language; this could occur, when their speaking partners become to the lions part other females; sort of late linguistic emancipation maybe. Part of it may also lie in the ears of the beholder.
Given, that speech is a preferable female domain this would not surprise me too much. At least for my country i observe, that the spoken language of younger people differs strongly from elder ones: the younger speak much quicker, different rhythm, different intonation, so it sounds like another language; and the boys seem to follow the girls, and the girls speak much more.
Watching young women talk, often conveys a perception of relaxedness and normality, authencity, more than in the class of the 50tiers or even 80tiers(of age).

Yes also sort of synchronicity in a time of changes and Shadow.

juergen.

: This is probably not a synchronicity, but it is kind of funny, and after reading this I start to wonder. This has been going on for some time, maybe two or three weeks, often several times a day and in different parts of my country. It rarely happened before. When I am out walking the dog or shopping or whatever I often kind of notice groups of girls or couples. I look at them and see nothing unusual, except maybe they look nice or kind of interesting. Then they start to talk, and they speak a foreign language I don%rsquot understand. Often I don%rsquot even recognize the language. So I get kind of startled. They look like typical locals. There is nothing strange with any of this. It just happens far too often. Each time I hear an unknown girl speak, she speaks a foreign language! Has there been an invasion of foreign students or have the local girls stopped talking or what? Or is someone trying to tell me something?