Daily Journal

Odd series of coincidences seems to be a general thematic throughout my life and it happens all the time. Here is yet another wild one for you.

On this past Mother’s Day, I was having a thinking that I was going to go to the Methodist Church and try and promote my website a little bit to the people I usually attend class with, but in my minds eye I saw the inkling that I should go to this smaller church, which has a camping grounds for people to stay at. When I had gone in the past there was always no vacancy but something was urging me to go there just because and I was simply listening to the principle and not really concerned about whether or not I would inherit a spot at the campsite.

I was looking around at all the things in the church and noticed a picture book, a quite epic picture book at that, that had historical anecdotes and locations of the bibles events and happenstances, and I found myself quite fascinated by it. I was reading about the massive salt pile in the sea of (galilea?) when the Pastor Mel arrived. She simply said hello to me and then went about her business, and she said after she got into her equipment for the service, “Do you have a place to stay?” “Do you want to stay at the camp-site” or something to that extent, and I said “I have been wishing for a while to accomplish that” and then she said “Well, your prayers have been answered.” Lucky me, I am now able to camp outside and sleep in and stay up late if I want, though that doesn’t really appeal to me much anymore. i really just love sleeping under the stars, being inside a house to sleep has really lost its lustre to me.

The string of coincidences can be said to begin here, The pastors name is Mel, remember that. It being Mother’s Day, of course I had to call my Mother and express my love and gratitude towards her, which I hardly need a holiday to do that anyways. She told me about how her upstairs neighbor, (Mel)linda had taken her to a Wine Garden the night before and the serene and peaceful enjoyment she had had there. Well beyond that coincidence of names, we also talked about my Granee who was care-taking for a man named (Esthmer?) for the past 9 years, him having passed away, and now her subsequent need for a new house. On the phone call my Mom was telling me about how she worries about her Mom and I, our situation at the time, us both being homeless. I told her, if it came to it, I would rather Granee be taken care of than I because she simply can’t carry the same burden that I can at the moment due to age.

Part 2 of the coincidences, I had permanently deleted all my social media accounts, and couldn’t seem to manage to open a new one due to Facebook’s policies on one lifetime account. I figured out how to get past it last night however, and was able to get a new account started, and started adding all my family members the next day. I had sent my Granee a friend request today and my other family members, and she had called me to ask me whether it was me or not that had sent it as she didn’t want someone pretending to be me running around online. She told me about her situation currently and if you could believe this….The person she was taking care of, his son, is a Pastor too, and he had had a place for her to live in again, and he is building a new apartment complex and is going to make her the property manager to boot.

This isn’t the end of odd coincidences, the Pastor is just a little older than my Granee and when she was a kid she attended a few of his sermons at school, well this all took place in the little town they grew up in. The care for (Esthmer?) was in a town elsewhere, and the place where she is returning to is the same place as where they grew up initially. She had a lot more coincidences she had experienced there such as riding a horse at her neighbours that went on to win the Kentucky Derby two days later, and the fact that she was having to sell her horse “Thunder”. I’m not certain how to articulate those other things because I’m a secondary source and can’t quite encapsulate them for her as she would likely be able to.

The people I get to camp with are mostly, well educated and philosophers themselves. I get to talk about poetry and books with them, moral and ethical dilemmas, governance and policy, and history and historicity with them to no end. This of course is a beautiful thing for me, especially considering most of the other people talk about getting high and sex exclusively which is just pretty boring if you ask me. I am super duper happy that I at least am able to sleep around people who aren’t insane from worship of pleasure and escaping hardship as their only coping mechanism. Now I am around at least a few people who understand truth and triumph and aren’t cowards who run away from doing the hard things that are required in life to grow as a person.