Maybe it’s always been this way and when I was younger; I was just too busy to notice. It really got my attention the first time about 10 (or has it been 15?) years ago in Sedona, Arizona. My sister and I had driven in from Phoenix and just as we entered town we saw a number of school busses lined up and parking and traffic being directed. I rolled down the window and asked someone what was going on. Pow Wow! I had only one question, where do we park to board the bus to get there. That Pow Wow was huge!
My christian sister wasn’t impressed, she mostly shopped in the little tent booths. I was practically moved to tears hearing the drums and watching the dancing… in my head I kept saying over and over “My People” and tears welled up in my eyes.
I love when synchronistic things like being in the right place at the right time happens.
There is something within us that directs the timing of events and circumstances—I’m as sure as you are. How many times have we been at the right place at exactly the right moment? No accident.
It was Halloween and of course I knew when Halloween was, but without children at home anymore or even trick or treaters to come by (houses are too far apart on a single lane narrow mountain road), and with the distractions of my mind going in a thousand places at once half the time; I’d forgotten.
Suddenly, I look out and see it is going to be getting dark and I had not gone for my walk yet—“better get going, go NOW”. So I laced up my shoes and out I go to walk in town and as I’m going along I see people across the way on the sidewalks and a bit of a crowd is forming and I wondered what is going on. Usually there are not so many people in town.
I knew that the loop I walk will be taking me over that way and lo and behold when it did, I realized they were trick or treaters—that’s right, it’s Halloween!
I had only walked one mile and I usually do three, so I kept going and before long the whole town had turned out and the sidewalks were full of children in costumes and even the parents were dressed too. Small town, you know! The merchants and the bank and the gas station and even the car wash people and the community clinic were handing out candy as the kids and their parents (and me) walked the town loop. It was fun to be out with the townspeople and as night started to fall the pumpkins everywhere were lit and it seemed to me to be perfect. The crowd had built along with my walk—I arrived just in time.
Another night near Christmas time, the same sort of thing happened. Now that I think of it, it happens when there’s a street dance too… something within me says, “Go now” and when I do, I see the perfect timing involved and smile and nod while feeling warm and happy inside. The divine intelligence at work again!
I went for a walk late in the day that day and when I got toward town to start my little jaunt, I see there are about 5 cars lined up at the traffic light. Huh? Traffic? We don’t have traffic around here! I wonder what’s going on.
As I get closer to my destination, I ask and am told that the Christmas parade is about to start. Really? There it was again—perfect divine timing, at the right place at the right time.
I got to do my walk while alongside the high school marching band (17 members with instruments and about 10 girls with flags), every fire truck in the township (all 5) and every bit of equipment the county owns—police cars and snow plows included. Around here we have lots of 1950’s restored car shows, so they were all in the parade too.
You should have been there—even the local Roto-Rooter truck was decorated and pulling a wagon full of kids with elf hats throwing candy at the crowd. Should we use the word crowd? It was hard to know if there were more people in the parade than watching it, but I enjoyed it!
The point is that I’d have missed it if I hadn’t listened to that voice of intuition that says, “Go now.”
I’m pretty accustomed to following it and it helps me to be at the right place at the right time.
PS—sometimes it helps me not to be in the right place at the right time too. Recently, I missed a phone call that it was definitely good to miss (it’s a long story and the details don’t matter). Just believe me that it was good that I missed it, and it worked out in my favor that I did. The circumstances around my missing the call were enough to prove to me, once again, that there is an intelligence that is metaphysical at work and it isn’t just pure simple dumb luck. No one could convince me otherwise—not when I witness perfect, exact timing happening over and over and over again! And you know exactly what I’m talking about–think back.