Loss & Synchronicity

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Nancy Atkinson sent the following story.  She and her husband, Rob, Megan, and I met in 2009 in Oregon when Rob and I were working on our first synchro book. At that time, we’d been blogging for four or five months. Nancy and I had gotten to know each other through e-mails and the lunch was like a continuation of where we’d left off with our last written communication. It was great to actually meet a fellow blogger with whom I felt an immediate kinship.

In the five years since that lunch, we have continued to correspond. Nancy divides her time between Lake Tahoe, Portland, and Hawaii. She has two daughters who certainly understand what synchronicity is and, as you’ll see in this story, that understanding may have saved a young boy’s life.

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My daughter, Jill, is a special education teacher and has children with a variety of needs. One cute little guy needs a small, close, place to “hide” during the day to decompress. He had been showing up to the nurse’s office on a regular basis during a class that was especially hard for him.

The nurse, office staff, and my daughter were trying to figure our where he could go for some quiet time when it was suggested that the file room would be a good place. It’s quiet and they thought maybe they could put a box or something in the room for him to curl up in for the needed “time out.” His father had offered to build a box.

As soon as Jill saw the room filled with fling cabinets she freaked out. Her best friend when she was eight was a tiny little girl, who after a fight with her mother, crawled into a file cabinet at their place of business to hide. The file cabinet was fireproof. By the time they found her several hours later, she was gone. It was horrible. The mother and I were Girl Scout leaders together and she lost her little girl. It was beyond devastating.

Jill believes that had she not had that experience the file room would have been the obvious choice for this little guy to go- a small child that likes to hide from the world in small, tight places. Even Jill realized it was a synchro and, needless, to say, they found another place for the boy.

While the girl was missing, her mother had called me and asked me to watch for her to come home. Police were combing the woods and the river area behind their business. They thought she had fled into the woods and that somehow she may have made her way home. She was a really smart little girl.

So even though it was a long shot, I was watching for her in the neighborhood.   Their business was far away from our neighborhood. She was only eight, after all. Then the next call was that they had found her, and she was dead.

I was the first person the mother called with that news. It was horrible. Jill still calls the mother every year to reach out on that day. The mother and I had months of long walks as I tried to keep her from going over the edge and committing suicide. Years later, she told a mutual acquaintance that I had kept her sane during that time.

All I know is that it took everything I had to help hold her up. Long talks on the nature of life and death. My belief was and is that we never really die – that we just move on, go “home.” I related all the near death experiences I knew about at that time and I think that really helped her. She did make it – a divorce – but she is doing okay now.

Could another synchro have been that I was in the picture? I mean, it was 1995 and not many people believed in life after death. She was not someone who had any interest in that kind of stuff. My beliefs were really different from my friends (still are) at that time. Maybe she needed me to tell her everything I knew about life after death to keep her going. I guess we’ll never know.

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This story may actually have elements of spirit communication to it. Is it possible that Jill’s friend from so many years before reached out across time and space and death to remind her of the devastating results of that filing cabinet?

One of the things I’ve learned from more than five years of blogging is that parents who have experienced the deaths of their children are made of much stronger stuff than I am. No parent is supposed to outlive a child. Our friend Mike Perry and his wife, Karin, of the UK  lost a daughter. Debra Page whose story we included in at least one of our synchronicity books, lost her daughter to a rare genetic mutation.  DJan Stewart, who hosts two blogs, lost two sons.  How does any parent continue after that kind of devastating loss?

I suggested to Nancy Atkinson that her friend might benefit from a past life regression with Carol Bowman.  Carol has done a number of regressions for parents who have lost children. Her books, Children’s Past Lives and Return from Heaven are classics, and her philosophy is that past life regressions are healing. Nancy said that the next time she sees her friend, she’s going to suggest a regression with Carol.