Spirit Communication – Through an Orange Chiffon Cake?

When our daughter was in elementary school, one of her good friends was Jennifer, who lived in our neighborhood. Jen’s older sister, Melissa, used to babysit Megan. Now everyone is grown up, Melissa is married and lives in Manhattan, but she and her husband, Jon, drop by whenever they’re in town and we sit around and gab about weird stuff. In between, she sends us the synchronicities she experiences and they’re invariably good ones.

This one involves spirit communication, specifically with Melissa’s grandmother, who died last summer. It happened on August 30, 2015. The date is important. She wrote us about it the next day, on August 31.

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Yesterday, Jon was supposed to have done the laundry. But when I woke up that morning (August 30) and went downstairs to brush my teeth, I saw that our cat, Starr, had vomited on every bath mat in there. I cleaned it up and was going to wake up Jon and asked him to get the laundry done first thing this morning rather than later because Starr likes to sleep on the mats in there and I didn’t want her to feel upset that her normal routine was disturbed. But instead, I got the urge to bake an orange chiffon cake. I had been thinking of making it all week and figured I would give it a go at some point, but yesterday decided it had to be this morning.

So instead of waking Jon, I just went to work on the cake. I figured the laundry could be done any time. As I was prepping the ingredients for the cake, which is pretty complicated to make, I was talking to Papa (her grandfather) on the phone. He’s in a rehab facility after a stint in the hospital for a very severe infection. He told me that back in the day, orange chiffon cake was something Nana liked to make. I didn’t know that.

Shortly after 11 a.m., a box truck crashed into the entryway of the laundry area in our building. If I had awakened Jon, he would have been walking on the street or would have been right inside the laundry at the time of the crash. While that may be some sort of synchro in and of itself, here’s the awesome part.  I think Nana was watching out for him.  She passed away exactly one year ago on the 30th – so it was the anniversary of her death.

I texted some friends who live across the street and asked if they had heard or seen anything concerning the truck. When I checked my phone this morning as I am writing this email, to double check the time of morning it had happened, I noticed I sent my text out at 11:11 a.m. That (and the chiffon cake!) just gave me a little cement in my theory that Nana had something to do with protecting Jon.