If there were one of my books for which I would love to write a sequel -- then another, then another -- it would be Embracing Coincidence http://www.clpearson.com/personal_gifts.htm   (hardback title was Consider the Butterfly).  More than anything else in my life, these little (or large) messages from the higher realm remind me almost daily to keep believing, to know that there is pattern, sense, order to life.  So on a discouraging day when the rain outside is mirrored by the rain in my heart, I can search my diary to find just the right story to give me encouragement.

 

Here's one I just found.  And I'm keeping it in the exact form I use to write these in my diary; it helps to identify and locate them.

           

SYNCHRONICITY (February 28, 2009): THE FAITH OF A MUSTARD SEED?  HOW ABOUT THE FAITH OF HUNDREDS OF MUSTARD SEEDS?   This morning I read through the pages that Rachel had sent me for her book.  There was a mention that when she was baptized at eight, she knew that girls often received gifts for the occasion, such as "a necklace with a tiny mustard seed encased in glass to remind you of Jesus' teachings that having faith the size of a mustard seed could move mountains."  Reading that, I thought, hmmm, I don't know that I've ever seen an actual mustard seed.  Spent the day, among other things, giving the food pantry some serious attention, assimilating the food items Lynn Ann had left here before moving.  Went through a bin.  What's this?  A little packet of -- "Mustard Seeds"!  Hundreds of tiny mustard seeds!

            I love it.  How many mountains can I move with Hundreds of Mustard Seeds!

 

This is a good one to remember today, over two years later.   No one moves a physical mountain, but all of us need to move mountains that keep us from progressing on our path, or mountains of fear that leave us paralyzed.  This morning a friend called to tell me her nephew had just told his family he is gay, and she wanted to know what this young man needs to hear right now.  I said, "Well, one thing that I find myself often writing back to gay kids who are in a lot of pain and confusion is, 'Believe in yourself.  Believe in yourself before you believe in anything or anyone else.'"

 

My hundreds of mustard seeds, reminding me to believe, are sitting right here beside my computer in an odd-shaped glass container that came my way through another synchronistic moment that had a similar theme.  I think I'll tell you that story next month.

 

Every single one of us has "meaningful coincidences," moments of synchronicity that (if we are awake) arrest our attention and bring a special-delivery message from God or the Universe or our Angels.  In Embracing Coincidence, in which I tell 44 of my personal synchronicity stories, I quote Frank Joseph: "Synchronicities are our own miracles and revelations.  It is religion without dogma, wherein all are free to draw their own conclusions from personal experience.  Each man is his own priest; each woman, her own priestess."

 

Okay -- hold the presses!  This just in.  I went downstairs to get a copy of the book so I could quote that statement correctly.  Seeing that the sun was out, I said to my brother David, visiting here for a week, "Hey, let's do a quick walk before the sun disappears."  David is busy reading a biography of Stalin.  On our walk, I said to him, "When I was in Russia in 1963 I asked our guide something about the atrocities under Stalin.  She said, 'Well, you've got to break a few eggs to make an omelet.'" Even before that sentence was out of my mouth, my eye landed on something a few feet to the right of our walking path: a small, open, empty, yellow plastic egg.

 

So the story of the little plastic egg will go into my diary this evening.  Along with a bit of philosophizing.  Sometimes eggs have to be broken, for hatching, for cooking. Certainly not in the barbarous way of Stalin and other brutal dictators.  When is it okay to "break a few eggs" in this world and when not?  When is a breakdown a breakthrough?  My answers will be my own.  After all, I am my own priestess.

 

Friends -- keep your eyes and ears open for your own little messages.  And write them down; I promise you'll be surprised and pleased.  Not to notice is like throwing away an envelope that has your name written on it with great care -- there could be a check in that envelope -- or a love letter.

 

 

FIND EMBRACING COINCIDENCE at http://www.clpearson.com/personal_gifts.htm  

Also The Sweet, Still Waters of Home (for inspiration); I'm Still a Hot Babe, But Now It Comes In Flashes (for fun); In Dog Years I'm Dead (for more fun); DVD and book of Mother Wove the Morning (to remind us of our need for God the Mother), or a wide variety of other CLP books.  FREE COPY OF NO MORE GOODBYES with any order over $30 received by May 30th.

 
 

NO MORE GOODBYES: Circling the Wagons around Our Gay Loved Ones brings in story after story.  Yesterday a gay woman I know dropped by to get another copy.  She said, "When I first came out to my family, it was like I was trying to bring down a huge wall with a tiny pencil eraser.  Then my mother and I read No More Goodbyes together, and suddenly the wall came tumbling down.  She wants another book to give to my sister-in-law."  http://www.clpearson.com/personal_gifts.htm