Some years ago i wrote a celebrity. Shortly after i wrote her i saw someone who looked just like her and started hearing a voice that referred to a white Russian. I thought it about the one who i just saw. Years later i was at a place thinking about the celebrity after much synchronicity had happened. I heard a reference Wharton and had an image of two sitting together, one finally at peace with love. I had thought the reference to the latest i had seen who looked so much like the celebrity to whom all the synchronicity was alluding. I thought, Brad needs to contact me on Facebook and it will lead somehow to her (the celebrity) being talked about.
Brad and I had not talked for nearly 20 years. When getting back from my trip, guess whose friendship request was awaiting on Facebook? Yep, Brad.
We talked, something came up, and finally one day in resignation i posted about the celebrity that i had written to in concern of her welfare and about whom there seemed a TON of synchronicity. A few weeks later, I was walking into a store. When leaving i saw a woman entering wearing a jacket with a hood covering her face. She was peeking at me with one eye but with the hood it was impossible to make out who it was. She didn't walk away but walked right toward me. When getting within a foot, she looked down but then i looked into the hood and guess who? The celebrity i had originally written. I guess she had looked at my facebook and saw me talking about her. For years i had been where i had no public phone number or way to be contact and a few months before i finally got more in the open and once talking about her, she showed up!
I went into shock, walked away from her. Ouch. Posted something about her on Facebook about the honest eyes and sincere expression on her face. Got a call the next day, "That was me in the store!" click. My mind struggled with the identity as when i talked about it none believed and there was someone who showed up on a dating site the day i joined who i thought may be her, so i struggled with who is who as i had fallen into dissociation.
Posted on my facebook about needing a partner in life, someone to dance through life with. The white Russian reference i had for years changed to Mishkutenok, a Russian ice skater during those months. Found something online during my haze about a possible name (women's names can change) out of a city from which i was called but not home to take the call after writing the letters of concern. I looked up the name and found someone on VK, a site out of the Ukraine, and looked up the listing and a picture was there of a woman that looked just like the one who followed me into the store a few months earlier. Um, wasn't Ukraine called White Russia in 1917? Was the White Russian reference i heard in voice all the years the very celebrity i had written and the reference changed to a Russian skater whose name i was familiar with when i started posting "i need the dance"? Pairs skating is afterall a type of dance.
Just a week ago someone was looking into my Facebook i hadn't talked with for 30 years. I had dated his ex before he did and he married her. At some level i had been concerned about her for years as she had some haunting abuse issues. One link led to another and i found her Facebook listing, teaching in Wharton now. She had remarried. I felt certain that the Wharton reference was not about the most recent who looked just like the celebrity but that my question of how the one i had dated was doing was finally answer. If not for dating her, i would not have fled to the city where i first quite by accident learned of the celebrity.
I had a breakdown and went into some state where all boundaries collapsed and a couple who never wanted the celebrity around trashed her and in my state without boundaries i lashed out against her. My mind couldn't tell the difference much anymore. So what she knew is she did hold onto my letters with enough affection for years, showed up when i wrote about her and i walked away leaving her disappointed (in a totally different state than where both of us where when first writing - had she moved to the same place and somehow was there when i wrote?) Then i lashed out against her and she does not know why. I was brokenhearted to in that state lash out at her after years of concern. I am confused and dismayed. If synchronicity is still happening, does that mean the situation is not yet final?
The White Russian, Mishkutenok, and Wharton references, do those sound at all like clairaudience? The synchronicity involved over the celebrity was jaw dropping apart from the voices. Any thoughts on what is going on and if what i experienced may indeed be clairaudience? The voice always seemed like from someone outside of me, as if someone approaching then speaking, someone maybe a tad stronger than me. There was this sense when pulling up the listing from out of the Ukraine of him asking, do you understand now? It was like someone had for years been talking in a metaphor that would reveal itself.
The first question though, does some of what i put sound like clairaudience , two being done in metaphoric terms with White Russian and then the skaters name and one with a city name that did refer to someone i had been concerned about and felt like it was hard to move on from until knowing she was at peace?
updated by @raindancer: 07/07/17 02:49:06AM