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My life has been absolutely riddled with synchronicities, of late. So much so that I hardly know where to begin - and am pretty certain that I'll end up missing stuff out.
At the end of this month, I move house (to the fair city of Durham). I'll be moving in with a friend of mine, who I lost touch with, for many years. Within days of re-connecting with her, some two months ago, I'd also re-connected with another old friend, who shares my birthday. Within days of that, I discovered that the friend I'm moving in with lives next door to a very close friend of her's, who also shares my birthday (and who is soon to be my neighbour, too). On the same I day I found that out, I also discovered that the dead sister of the friend I am moving in with also shared my birthday. In the month or two since then, I have met at least four other people whose birthday is within a week of my own.
Anyway, I continued to visit my friend, and soon came to the conclusion that I'd like to move house, so that I'd live closer to her and that whole circle of people. I've lived where I do for many years, and the decision to leave was not at all easy. In fact, I lost many hours of sleep over it. At about four in the morning, one night, I finally decided that this was it, I was definitely going to move. So I went and wrote my friend a long email, telling her all about it. She doesn't have a computer, and so received my email in the local library. Her and her Dad, with whom whe lives, had gone to the library, that morning, because they'd been up all night discussing how they wanted a lodger, and wanted to email me to see if I'd be interested. I'd given them no hint, up until my email, of my wanting to move. They came to email me, to ask if I might like to move, and found an email already waiting for them, from me, telling them that I wanted to move nearer to them. From the other perspective: within six hours of my finally deciding to move, I received the email from them offering me a place to live, exactly where I'd decided to move to.
I didn't hesitate, but seized this fabulous opportunity, and a couple of weeks after that, I wrote my landlord a letter, giving my month's notice to leave this place. I posted this letter in the middle of the night - and then discovered, the next morning, that the moment I had put the letter in the postbox was the exact moment of the winter solstice. Within a day or two of that, I realised that I'd be moving out of this house six years to the day after moving in - 31st January, which is also Imbolc Eve and my dead grandmother's birthday (I mention her because she lived her entire life in Durham, where I'll soon live - indeed, my mother was born in a house not two minutes walk away from the house I'll soon be living in).
A couple of weeks ago, I emailed my friend, to tell her that in the years in which we had lost touch, I had recurring dreams, about a beautiful, radiant crystal or glass palace, which exactly mirrored certain dreams of her own, which she used to tell me about before we lost touch. Just after receiving that email, one of the students in the creative writing class that she runs spontaneously began to tell her about the dream he'd had the night before - in which he found himself in a light-filled house made entirely of glass.
This week, I've been really busy packing up my belongings and, like the good tenant that I am, redecorating the house I'm about to leave. A couple of days ago, worn out with all the hard work, I fell asleep on the sofa in the middle of the afternoon, and dreamed that I was at my mother's funeral. It was heart-wrenchingly realistic. Today, I learn that the aged and ill mother of the closest friend I have in the area in which I currently live had suddenly taken a turn for the worse and died.
And to end on a less morbid note - the day I move house is also the day that another close friend's baby is born.
Perhaps, given the theme of recent posts in this thread, I should also mention that the best Christmas present I got, this year, was a lovely copy of John Dee's Five Books Of Mystery - my first venture into the study of Enochian magick. |
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