What i mean by this is something that is too peculiar to explain.

Happened recently. Made business cards. Proud of them. Feels like a continuation of father legacy to a certain degree. Edited them from advice he gave my mom when they started their business. Was cherry on top.

Next day. In meeting at work. Boss randomly calls me my dad’s name. She has no family or any connection to it. She just felt called to call me that at that time. No knowledge beforehand of my dad’s name.

Literally felt like his spirit hugged me. I am not typically a spiritual person… but cosmic coincidence is a spooky fucking thing.

Seen similar things but nothing to this level.

What are yours?

  • Mariemarion@lemm.ee
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    21 hours ago

    I was 16, on a road-trip in the US with my dad and my sister. We’re French. First time in the US. Get to NYC after a month. That was before Internet existed: we had booked a room in the Central Park YMCA by mail. Reception goes: “Yes, you’re in the book. LastName, 2 people, today through next Saturday.”
    “Err, no, sorry, the dates are right but there are 3 of us.”
    “Oh, we must have written it down wrong, no problem, we’ll give you a bigger room.” We get to our room. 5 minutes later there’s a knock on the door. My sister opens it. My dad’s jaw clatters on the lino floor. It was his estranged dad and very much estranged step-mother. He hadn’t been in touch for 20 years; I had met them once when I was 3; my sister, never. They had booked a room under the same LastName (duh), for the same 6 nights, in the same hostel, for their first visit to the US.
    We did spend some time with them in NYC, but it didn’t lead to any happily-ever-after, family-healing breakthrough, because they were jerks or, to be honest, monsters.