I am a rational man, but some things are beyond coincidence...
I am here in Peru, about to celebrate my 50th... keenly aware that I am the one of the three siblings who got the muscles that worked (my sisters both passed away young from Muscular Dystrophy).
The license plate on the car I rented... "ANA 007"...
My sister Ana died in February 1978 at the age of 7...
I know it's crazy... but a little part of me wants to believe it's the universe's way of telling me she is right here.
I NEVER notice my license plate... but this morning, I went to the gym and had a great workout... I felt strong and happy.
I was in the steam room listening to Sting's "Inshallah" over and over enjoying the sweat.
When I got to the car, the alarm sounded and would not stop.. I started driving and it would not stop. I called the car rental place and they kept asking...
"What is the license plate?"...
I finally got out and looked...
"ANA 007"... my goodness... I couldn't hold back my tears...
Maybe, just maybe, she is trying to get my attention?
Yesterday, my father had walked behind the car as I was putting my mother in, and had said "ANA". I told him, "Pa, it says Avis, don't be silly." I thought to myself... "My dad wants to see my sister everywhere... silly man."
Twice in the past year, I have felt the hand of the Universe undeniably in my life, nudging me forward in a specific direction.
Part me wants to discount it as simply coincidence, but a bigger part of me feels like that is too easy...
Yesterday at dinner we talked about religion. I struggle with man's influence on faith, but I am not so arrogant as to think I understand much about the universe and divine dimensions.
I feel momentum building in my life... momentum toward gratitude and presence... toward peace...
ANA 007...
Gracias por este regalo...
in harmony,
Nestor