​Thursday, January 30, 2025

Since my move here in the fall, my life in central coastal California is settling in nicely, with my three horses/unicorns boarded across the road from my rustic Old West style rental, which is known as The Coop (since the building started life as a large chicken coop). This comfortable one-bedroom building has everything a horse-loving writer could desire.

Readers familiar with my memoir Meant To Be: An Awakening Journey may recall that I communicate and collaborate with many mechanical angels, including my vehicles and electronic devices. To kick-start the next phase of my writing career on planet Earth, I recently attended an online "writers' bootcamp" to learn about the latest developments in the industry since I published Meant To Be in 2020. Additionally, I recently purchased a new computer of sorts at Apple Higuera Street in San Luis Obispo, a nearby college town locally known as "SLO." I had taken my out-of-warranty 2015 MacBook Pro in for service, because it had ceased to turn on after I accidentally spilled a great cup of French-pressed Private Reserve Royal Kona coffee on it. Oops!!! Something I had never done previously in our close, ten-year working relationship.

Victor and a second genius at the Genius Bar diligently worked on my laptop, trying many approaches without success. Finally, reluctantly admitting defeat, Victor officially pronounced it dead. But to our shock, the moment he did so, the senior computer suddenly sprang back to life!!! While it was still on life support with another computer at the bar, Victor informed me that the next step was for me to either take it to a data recovery service, or purchase a new computer from Apple, to which the precious data in its hard drive could be transferred.

Due to the advanced age of my resurrected MacBook and its need in recent years for a constant supply of power, I decided to buy a new iPad accessorized with a detachable case called an iPad Magic Keyboard. Paired up, the iPad and its magic case look very much like my laptop computer. But being a tablet, the versatile iPad can of course slip off on its own and do lots of other things, such as sit on a music stand and display backlit digital sheet music. This modern iPad will also function as an Apple Intelligence-conversant assistant to my MacBook, who now has agreed to go by the name of Old MacBooker. (I have yet to set up or name the iPad, since Old MacBooker is still perfectly functional. In fact, I typed this blog on Old Mac. Besides, in their smart white Apple packaging, the new iPad and the magic keyboard make charming additions to my curated collection of Gifts to Me 2025, displayed in sparkly Valentine's Day gift bags from Dollar Tree. On the floor, set under a Valentine's tree.)

Sadly, Hannah, my inkjet printer whom I purchased last winter just to do my taxes, has not been doing well with the ever-rising ascension energies of 2025. She was fine last year, but this winter she has been in an escalating state of bewilderment. Descriptions of ascension symptoms in printers are hard to find. Her case involves seeming loss of short-term memory function. This had progressed to the point of her choosing to print out one-page documents starting with the third paragraph. And after releasing a printed page, suddenly pulling it back in, creating a paper jam signalled by an angry red light. So in the best interests of all concerned, on Tuesday I took her to be recycled at Best Buy in the Madonna Road plaza in SLO, thanked her for her past service, and helped her to cross the Rainbow Bridge—to heaven for recycled electronics, and ultimately electrons.

After saying goodbye to Hannah, I decided to invest in a professional-quality, small-business-friendly multifunctional (and hopefully multi-dimensional) laser printer/copier/scanner with the same bloodlines as my chatty old colour laser printer friend, purchased years ago in Florida (described on p. 201 of Meant To Be: An Awakening Journey). Quite the saucy lady, the new printer is assertive, and has pointed out that she wishes to be known as Shadow 3301. Presumably because her product number ends in 3301sdw. Duly noted—Shadow it is!!!

Shadow 3301 is conservatively proportioned, sturdy and rather block-like in shape, and is finished in an attractive combination of mainly cream plastic with smart smokey grey accents. Yesterday I set her up in The Coop next to the horse lamp, with the authentic antique barn board wall providing her with an attractive contrasting backdrop. She is proudly perched in the open concept seating area, on her own wooden table. This table, the only one in the store, had been patiently waiting for Shadow to show up at Ross Dress For Less, a store located in the Madonna Plaza close to Best Buy. Considerately, and unbeknownst to me, the two of them decided to hook up on a Tuesday, so that I, as a senior shopper, could benefit from an extra 10% off the already-discounted price of the table. (Hmm... I think I should suggest that senior-friendly Tuesday policy to Best Buy, and to Apple Higuera Street- and for that matter, to Amazon.com. How about it, Jeff?)

Once I had set her up in her new home, Shadow 3301 was eager to strut her stuff. For her first collaborative task, from across the room she deftly caught a wireless communication pitched from Old MacBooker, and magically delivered a page with a greeting from her, printed in a snappy green font called Luminari. Very luminous! She then asked me to take a photo of her greeting, and send it in a text message to family members in Hawaii, who were the ones who had suggested retiring Hannah and adding a new laser printer to my family of mechanical angels. And it is done. AI-AI-O!!!!

​We have just passed Summer Solstice 2024 in the northern hemisphere, and the online spiritual airwaves are all abuzz with the latest news—of unprecedented downloads of Light from Helios, recent upgrades to our energy bodies, and much to look forward to as Planet Earth continues her ascension process and graciously carries all of humanity with her. None of which is broadcast by the mainstream media.

I am presently enjoying some downtime at Wildflower Cottage, in a peaceful retreat, drinking in the early summer beauty of my oceanview home on Cape Breton Island, hanging out in the company of wild Marguerite plants and local birds who come to my weathered deck for daily treats. It is a very serene, contemplative lifestyle, perfect for the modern mystic, a description that seems to fit me. A temporary step back, to a blessed life with more "being" than "doing" at this time. A time to commune with my Higher Self and the Creator. 

This time of year always brings a plethora of free offerings from spiritual teachers with platforms on the internet—brave, generous souls who freely share their latest insights into the fascinating world of spirit and "non-consensus reality," as they experience it. For entertainment and spiritual education, I am more than open to sampling various offerings from the spiritually in-the-know/now. Last week I eagerly followed many speakers in a free online summit hosted by Amanda Kulbaba entitled You Are the Cosmos. (Cosmos presumably referring to the Universe, not to the wildflowers that crop up along my deck LOL.) 

One of the speakers, Nadi Hana, rekindled my earlier enthusiasm for the meditative practice of drawing sacred geometric shapes using a compass and ruler, and I subsequently followed step-by-step instructions on her YouTube channel. For drawing tools, I had a Studio brand geometry kit that I had sourced a while back, at the local Dollarama store in Port Hawkesbury. It included the necessary compass and ruler, so to avoid breaking my reverie to go shopping, I forged ahead with the instruments at hand. This took some perseverance and focus on my part, because I learned from using this compass that oddly, it has an inherent "wobble" built right into its design. It was nearly impossible to draw a complete circle without one arm of the compass buckling under even the slightest pressure, causing a misalignment! I found myself longing for the steadier brass compass that I remember using to draw neat circles back in grade school. I did learn that it was easier to draw circles of a diameter larger than two centimetres with the precision instrument from Dollarama. 

The first exercise was to draw a basic Seed of Life pattern, involving seven intersecting circles. The results of my first practice work with my Studio compass were shaky and imprecise. Happily, I got better as I mastered some of the nuances of using the compass, and was actually pretty proud of a second image we were instructed to create, called the Sunflower, and finally the third, Metatron's Cube. (Which ran off the page, due to the larger circle size I wisely chose to use, for improved accuracy LOL.) Drawing those geometric shapes was my intense focus on Saturday night, and into the wee hours of Sunday, June 23. 

On most Sundays, my world is joyously flooded with the uplifting, harmonic sounds of bluegrass gospel music, which is provided for six hours each week on the Bluegrass Junction channel of Sirius XM, in a program called The Gospel Train. (Having immersed myself in information gleaned from You Are the Cosmos, I am entertaining the possibility that I may be what is known as a "starseed," probably with ties to Sirius. That being the case, it is enjoyable to  envision myself as a multi-dimensional being and believe that my fun-loving Sirian friends are watching out for me and can let me know that they are aware of my activities, as I attempt to carry out my mission on Planet Earth.) 

So guess what. I'm listening to The Gospel Train on Sunday, often checking my phone for the name of the tune and the performing artists, and up comes a rendition of the famous classic from The Carter Family, Will the Circle Be Unbroken. Only this rendition is entitled Will the Circles Be Unbroken, causing my to laugh out loud! I can assure you, my Sirian friends, that's unlikely, as long as I continue to use my Studio compass for my sacred geometric renderings! 

As you can see, being a modern mystic or starseed during a retreat from everyday reality is anything but lonely, and my guides always throw in some humour! It adds another dimension to activities that we can only enjoy on Earth. We are all connected. Expect the unexpected, stay positive, and enjoy the ride! Yours in service to the Light. Until next time! 

   I am discovering that there’s more to meditation than meets the (third) eye. It takes patience and practice. It is an unfolding journey rather than an instant ticket to a Disney-style ride in the higher realms. In my previous Magic Watch blog, I discussed my introduction to the fascinating and very uplifting work of gifted medium Suzanne Giesemann, who teaches that anyone can communicate with loved ones on the other side through meditation. So far, I remain either a petite or perhaps a small, as opposed to a medium. But I am making progress. I think.
     Lately I have spent time studying several other Masterclasses on streaming service Humanity Stream + that relate to the topic of meditation aimed at communicating with benevolent entities on the other side. Recently I gleaned all I could from a 24-module class entitled Unlocking the Intelligence of the Afterlife, taught by Suzanne, along with Near Death Experiencer (NDEr) Dr. Eben Alexander, a neurosurgeon who came back from a coma, and Karen Newell, co-founder of Sacred Acoustics, which uses tones called binaural beats, heard through a headset, to aid in shifting consciousness during meditation.
     Although the modules are in video format, there is little to see while the teachers share their amazing stories and wisdom, so I have double-dipped by listening to the recorded videos while working away at my delightful new 1,000-piece jigsaw puzzle, Midnight at the Library. In my waking everyday reality, I have had partial success with my manifestations from other realities, so far having conjured up a portion of a genie in a bottle, the torso of Sherlock Holmes, most of a green dragon and the lower half of a mauve mermaid with a pink tail.
    The classes with Karen Newell include three modules designed for engaging in meditation with binaural beats playing in the background. In my previous blog I mentioned the “clean slate” status of my inner vision during attempts at meditation. Thus, I was eager to give binaural beats a try, to see if these sounds were transformative. As instructed, I listened to the modules through a headset, using earbuds connected to my iPhone. I do enjoy the addition of these intriguing sounds, which make a subtle beating noise. (Although I have discovered that my ceiling fan, with its warped blades, seems to produce a similar monotonous sound all by itself!)  
    Before ending this tale of magical communication, I must preface it with a word about Arabian horses and their propensity for photobombing. These showy horses are very aware of their beauty and grace. Sometimes just for fun they will deliberately stand in front of another gorgeous horse that is being photographed, in order to draw attention to themselves. Not content with that, my always creative therapy horse Euphorika, who is in truth an embodied unicorn, decided to take it up a notch. While I was listening to binaural beats and hoping to miraculously hear from anybody on the other side, Rika photobombed my meditation! Literally. An audible ding came on my phone, straight to my eardrums, destroying all sense of tranquility, not to mention my alpha state of awareness. It was a text message from my friend Linda who was sending me a sweet shot of Rika from her home in California. It was as if Rika had made contact with me and was sending me a message. “Margaret, why are you doing that? You are already connected to a unicorn! Who else could you possibly need to hear from? Ask me anything.”

    Do you need a good laugh? I know I do. Just ask my personal oracle cards. These days my head is spinning, not to mention all my subatomic particles—and the galaxies and universes entangled therewith, according to the winners of the 2022 Nobel Prize in Physics. In a very ironic twist of fate, or perhaps a cosmic joke, lately my spiritual pursuits have led me back to the classroom. As described in my previous blog, it started with studying synchronicity (now a topic of academic interest) in a 12-week course offered by the Centre for Applied Jungian Studies. Intrigued by what I had learned from the lecturers, I next attempted a deep dive into the emerging world of possibilities provided by quantum physics—a snag that started with Carl Jung, father of analytical psychology (and closet alchemist) working with quantum physicist Wolfgang Pauli, winner of the Nobel Prize in 1945. The irony of this side trip on my spiritual path is that I only passed Physics in first year university by having a lab partner who was a genius at doing the experiments but had terrible penmanship. I transcribed his brilliant lab notes verbatim in my neat, legible handwriting and got an A in the lab. (He didn’t!)
    In a heartbeat, things that spiritually attuned people have been saying since antiquity, such as, “we are all one” have gone from being “woo-woo” to mainstream science. Which is wonderful validation for the brave souls who have dared to follow their intuition and share their experiences with the paranormal, or whatever you wish to call it. Those who pray, the meditators, the mediums, the clairvoyants, the psychics, the dreamers, the survivors of near-death experiences (NDEs), the Jungian analysts, and open-minded scientists, to name a few. The implications of the new science and new biology are mind-blowing, calling for a sea change in our perception of reality, and what is possible. Fortunately, if we are open to learning, we can begin to educate ourselves with programming on streaming platforms such as Humanity Stream + and Gaia, among others. But a word to the wise… if you are in the habit of binge-watching, this may not be the best approach to this radically new subject matter. It takes time and patience just to begin to absorb the new information, let alone make practical use of it in your own life.
     The new science tells us that as humans, we each create our own perception of reality with our every thought, and can regulate our own biology. And that by engaging the “brains in our hearts” and using our Active Imagination (the right kind of AI) we can create any reality that we desire. Isn’t that interesting! As much as I am excited about the possibility of harnessing unlimited free energy from the quantum field and traveling through wormholes to visit distant relatives in faraway galaxies, most days I could be quite content in the type of magical reality pictured in Thomas Kinkade images. Where the weather is always perfect, trees and flowers are always in bloom and self-pruning, quaint cottages with thatched roofs maintain themselves, the lights are always on, talking horses graze peacefully on grounds that self-landscape, and so on.  
    What I have learned so far is that the delivery system in the entangled field of infinite possibilities cannot be rushed. And that striving too hard to manifest one’s perfect reality will likely backfire and leave you disappointed. Baby steps are required. Lately I have been following the work of acronym-loving retired US Navy commander and now gifted medium Suzanne Giesemann, who is teaching others her “Bless me” 7-step method of making contact in meditation with those on the other side, from passed loved ones to great masters such as Jesus, to mythical Norse gods like Odin. All of whom will provide convincing “no other explanation (NOE)” evidence of their existence in your material world! And, being beyond space and time, will offer amazing advice and answers to your questions. How I would love to have that kind of connection with other beings in the All That Is, at the shift of a switch! I would be talking to them all day!
     When I have not been glued to the tube, trying to take in all this new information, I have been reading two books by Robert Moss, about creating the life of our dreams through active dreaming, a form of waking meditation, as I understand it. I have made some progress there, because of some amazing synchronicities in my waking life with stories in his book. But for the most part I remain in a “dream drought” while I sleep. I have started keeping a dream journal and so far, all that has come through is an image of a thatched-roof cottage. What I find discouraging in practicing the approaches of both these fine teachers is that during meditation, my third eye, my mind’s eye, seems to be blank. I can still my mind and have no thoughts for fifteen or twenty minutes and follow the steps to invite in whoever wants to connect with me, but nothing happens. And then I just go to sleep. And get up the next day and watch more TV or read more books, and try again.
    Time to go back to the basics. Each morning since 2009 I have done an Archangel (AA) oracle card reading. Not surprisingly, my second favourite deck of oracle cards is Magical Unicorns. Recently I have also started reading the Bible for daily guidance. Yesterday I received the Patience card from AA Jophiel. Duly noted. Today I received the Clairvoyance card from AA Raziel, the angelic alchemist, telling me that they are working on my spiritual sight. And reminding me that there are many forms of clairvoyance, some of which I already experience. Just not the stunning visions I would love to see, and the clairaudient conversations I would love to have. Again, duly noted. I know, I need to be patient. Let go and let God.
    Last night I knew I needed to walk away from the books and the meditation for a while and just do something light and enjoyable. I felt the urge to do a jigsaw puzzle, which is typically a relaxing activity that keeps me sharply focused in the present moment and gives me an odd sense of accomplishment. Given my recent brush with quantum physics, I probably should have steered clear of this one, but I decided to tackle a 759-piece “Escape Puzzle” with a mystical observatory theme. I separated all the edge pieces from the rest and started to construct the frame. This puzzle contains a mystery to be solved, after assembling all the pieces. How intriguing! Great, let’s get started! As I began fitting the framework together, I noted with interest that some of the edge pieces had numbers written on them. Numerical clues, duly noted.
    Unfortunately, almost all the edge pieces seemed to fit together nicely in any order, and they are rendered in such dark colours that I could barely distinguish one from the next, even under the laser beam of my IKEA desk lamp. On top of that, the instructions advised that the image on the box was not the same as the image made by the puzzle. What?  This was not fun, so I decided to leave it, and try again with better light in the morning.
    During the night, I had a dream. Not really a dream, just two words that I heard clearly. “Plymouth Rock.” Being a student of Suzanne Giesemann’s masterclass, I knew to immediately do my online research about this rock and discovered that it is located in Plymouth, Mass, the historical landing site of the Pilgrims in the Mayflower. This rock has been preserved, and is inscribed with the date, 1620. Bingo! I was convinced that I would find this number on my puzzle pieces and that it would provide insight into solving the mystery. I rushed over to the puzzle, expecting to find it. Nope. No 1620. At that point, I chucked all the separated edge pieces in a bag and put the puzzle away, for now.
    Fortunately, the Unicorns had been following along, and came to my rescue. From their deck I drew the Laughter card. They advised me that lately I have been much too serious and that I need to laugh more. I have been laughing as I write this, and I hope you find it amusing. When I am next in the mood to do a puzzle, the one I have lined up is a light-hearted one called Midnight at the Library. Oh and by the way, have a close look at the white "cobblestone" that the characters on the Laughter card created by artist John Philip Wagner are prancing upon by clicking on the image. Synchronistically, it looks exactly like the new format of the special wax I use for making my Alchemy colour-changing candles. The Laughter card in the Magical Unicorns deck dates back to 2005. The wax format was changed from flakes to beads in 2023. Explain that mystery!
 
 





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    Are you aware of an exciting opportunity to discover magic and miracles in your everyday life? In one form, such gifts can come to you as synchronicities, those unexplained meaningful coincidences for which there is no causal connection, or rational explanation. For example, you think of someone, and the next moment they call you on the phone. You take a European vacation and are standing inside a famous cathedral, only to discover that next to you is your college roommate from thirty years ago. You order a custom trailer that takes many months to build and learn that the delivery date will be on your father’s birthday. Or you buy a sidecar motorcycle and discover that its serial number is the same as your birthday. You are taken aback, wondering, “Wow, what are the chances of that?” Something deep and mysterious is orchestrating these events, for which current science has no explanation. How intriguing!
    I was first alerted to the creative power of synchronicities in 2009 from a book by Deepak Chopra with the intriguing title, “The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire: Harnessing the Infinite Power of Coincidence.” My decision to buy this book was heralded by a flyer that showed up one day in my mailbox with the enticing word, “synchrodestiny.” I learned that in the ancient wisdom tradition of India known as The Vedanta, synchronicities are viewed as direct messages from God. And that by following them, one could be led on a fascinating journey, through the life that you were meant to live. Attracted by this lofty concept, I have kept a coincidence journal for years. Several of the more remarkable ones are described in my memoir, Meant To Be, An Awakening Journey.
    Fast forward to March, 2023. I was in California staying at a ranch and working with Presence and Euphorika, my two Arabian horses who are boarded there. Out of the blue, synchronicity came calling again, this time in the form of an unsolicited advertisement on my Facebook feed. It was for an online course called Synchronicity, offered by the Centre for Applied Jungian Studies (CAJS). Given my abiding interest in the topic, I signed up for the course. I learned that the term “synchronicity” was coined by the famous Swiss psychiatrist Carl Gustav Jung (1875-1961), who was fascinated and puzzled by meaningful coincidences that came through in his analytic work with patients. Hoping to unearth the scientific basis of synchronicities, Jung corresponded privately for 26 years with the brilliant German physicist Wolfgang Pauli (1900-1958), who won the Nobel Prize in 1945 for his contributions to quantum physics. Their correspondence was compiled and published posthumously in German in 1992 and in English in 2001, in a book called Atom and Archetype, The Pauli/Jung Letters, 1932-1958. Since publication, many scholars have studied the work of Jung and Pauli and have continued research on synchronicities, in disciplines ranging from philosophy and psychology/psychiatry to quantum physics. I had no idea this was of academic interest.
    The CAJS Synchronicity course included weekly live lectures followed by Q&As with world experts in their disciplines, augmented with engaging interactions with the course moderators and other students in a private Facebook group. At the outset, one of the moderators predicted that the incidence of synchronicities among members of the group might increase. Sure enough, after one of the lecturers discussed his new book, which depicted a praying mantis on the cover, within several weeks, at least three participants on several continents had sighted live praying mantises in their immediate environments! How strange!
    Wolfgang Pauli was an active dreamer and diligent recorder of his dreams. He described many of these in letters which he sent to Jung for interpretation and discussion. Somewhat naively, I was captivated by a dream of Pauli’s that he entitled The World Clock. I was hoping that the brilliant quantum physicist had come up with a scientific explanation for the mechanism of synchronicities. The World Clock was introduced to our group by a lecturer who projected an artist’s rendition of the dream image in black and white—of which I took a screenshot on my computer. Eager to learn more, I ordered a copy of Atom and Archetype, hoping to read the original correspondence between Pauli and Jung regarding this dream image, which appears very precise and technical. The photo below shows the cover of my paperback copy of Atom and Archetype. (The publisher of this edition clearly took some liberties with the cover illustration, changing the bird’s colour to yellow from black and repositioning the horizontal ring, among other things. In this vein, I have coloured the bird’s tail red, out of respect for my African Gray Parrot, Chaos, whose favourite word was “four.”) Around this time, while I was listening to the lectures online, a local crow would often land on a round table on the deck, seemingly wanting to act out his own version of the World Clock, or an inversion thereof.
    All of the above is a preface to an amazing synchronicity that happened. Alas, I could not find any discussion of the World Clock dream in Atom & Archetype. It was one of Pauli’s early dreams and perhaps the two men discussed the details in person. In need of some help, I wrote a post to the Synchronicity private Facebook group, asking if anyone could direct me to a succinct description of the World Clock dream and its interpretation. Shortly after I posted it, a knock came at the door. It was a courier, delivering a copy of a second book I had ordered, 137: Jung, Pauli, and the Pursuit of a Scientific Obsession by Arthur I. Miller. Without any conscious intent, I opened my new book at a random page. And there before me, on page 151, was a section describing Pauli’s World Clock! Wow! Nicely done—whatever power was behind that timely delivery from the unus mundus!
    I’m a believer, even if I still don’t know all there is to know about that mysterious clock. I believe that the synchronicities that appear in my life want to have their stories told. And I’m happy to believe that God has a hand in delivering them. On the wings of angels. Or perhaps on their backs!

New babies always bring magic. I am delighted to announce the arrival of Presence Mac V, a bay filly who was born on March 23, 2022. She is full of life, and is keeping her mama, Panama, quite busy, running after her! Presence is a purebred Arabian horse, related to Angel on her father's side, through a common ancestor named Huckleberry Bey. 

      Welcome to my first Magic Watch blog. It has taken a while for me to notice and appreciate the ongoing magic in my life, after losing my beloved horse Angel in June of this year. She lives on in my heart, and I feel her presence often. I have no doubt that she is pulling some strings from the other side, as my celestial collaborator. However, life is for the living. I know that as a therapy horse/unicorn, AAngyl is stepping back now and encouraging me to use the power of my present life experiences, words, and images to document and share with others the mysteries of an ongoing awakening journey on Earth. From time to time, you will continue to hear from AAngyl, when she makes her presence known to me.
    It is not difficult to believe in a benevolent Creator and Universe in good times, when all is going well, and life is fun and exciting. It's not so easy in challenging times, such as the ones most people are experiencing in these days of an ongoing global pandemic, climate change, and widespread political and financial instability. For reasons unknown, tests of faith seem to be the norm in our collective journey at the present time. Each of us copes in our own way. In my case, I try to remain positive in various ways, and continue to look for evidence of Divine magic and workings that are operative in my daily life. My aim is to use this blog as a place to document these occurrences as they happen, and make the record available to anyone who is interested. 
    Readers of Meant To Be, An Awakening Journey, will know that I have a particular fascination with synchronicities, or "synchs" for short, those unexplained coincidences, the likelihood of which defies all logical explanation. According to ancient Vedic teachings, synchronicities are direct messages from God, the Creator. I love this idea. Especially since the Sanskrit word "ritam," which relates to coincidences, has the same five letters as Rita M, one of Cape Breton Nova Scotia's most famous singers. Just a coincidence LOL! How wonderful it is to feel that one has received a direct message from God!
    I can believe in synchronicities as evidence of the Divine because they are concrete, and can be confirmed by others. There is no way that I have simply imagined the event, as a type of channeling or mystical wishful thinking. The evidence is right there, in physical reality, and there is no Earthly explanation for it. As a spiritual seeker, this concept gives me hope and encouragement, particularly in trying times. It intrigues me that there are puzzling events taking place on a daily basis in our lives. Ones that are above and beyond the activities of humanity, and rational explanations based on its accumulated store of knowledge. In short, I enjoy a good Divine mystery story!
     Synchronicity tracking requires patience, and belief in Divine timing. These are not everyday occurrences, but when they show up, it is always a great day. And if you analyze the circumstances surrounding them, you will find that they have a fascinating way of weaving themselves into the tapestry of your life story. Today I will tell you about a good one that I enjoyed this week.
    The month of November 2021 has been hard for me because last year at this time, my days were filled with daily chores and joyful activities with my horse Angel, whom we moved at the end of October 2020 to the little blue-and-white barn we built on  the property especially for her. This year the barn sits empty, and for the first time in years, thanks to the ongoing pandemic, I find myself with very little to occupy my time during the day. Thankfully, while at the family cottage in Ontario in September, I was given the inspiration by my son to try my hand at adult jigsaw puzzles. As luck would have it, the local hardware store in Port Hood had two 1,000-piece puzzles on sale, with images that caught my eye.
    I have not done jigsaw puzzles since childhood, and cut my teeth on my first adult puzzle, which is a fine art reproduction of an antique Tree of Life tapestry by William Morris. I bought it on October 28, the one-year anniversary of Angel's first day on Shore Road. It was very challenging, but to my surprise I found myself instantly hooked on "puzzling." I worked on it for many hours each day, and completed my masterpiece twenty days later. After taking a few photos to memorialize my achievement, I dismantled it and put all the pieces back in the box, eager to tackle my next puzzle. 
   Puzzle No. 2 is entitled Cozy Cabin, by UK artist Dominic Davison. It is a technicolour image of the inviting living room interior in an idyllic rustic but lavishly appointed lakeside cabin in the mountains. Large picture windows are on two sides, revealing resplendent views of the lake, autumnal forest and mountains beyond. The room interior is finished in wood and stone, and contains many intricate furnishings including antique lamps and clocks, vintage overstuffed green sofas and two rough-hewn designer chests that serve as coffee tables. The details of the objects in the painting are so fine that one needs a magnifying glass to see them clearly in the puzzle pieces. 
     I completed this puzzle yesterday, after working on it for eight days. That is when I became aware of a stunning synchronicity. Magnified through the looking glass, the titles of the books on the coffee table were discernible. Imagine my surprise when I discovered that the second book from the left on the near coffee table is entitled "RODIN." The font and black-and-white cover design were vaguely familiar. Suddenly I recognized this as a book of Rodin sculpture that my parents owned and prominently displayed on the coffee table in their home in Watford, Ontario back in the late 60s. I confirmed this by finding an image of this book, published in 1966, in an online used book store. I ask you, what are the chances of that book reappearing in my reality late in 2021, depicted in a jigsaw puzzle copyrighted in 2018? I can only shake my head in awe and wonder, thanking God and the Universe for this intriguing gift, and ask for more!
     
    
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Check back very soon for my first Divine Magic post!