Carlos' mantra these days is synchronicity, and here is how it showed up yesterday for me.
An elegant 60-ish woman came in for a massage and facial yesterday. She is a diplomat for Panama, and was once the Panamanian consul in Baltimore. She is soon to publish a book, and we talked writing. I told her about the paranormal tendencies in my family and how someone pinched my ankle while I slept, and that I didn’t know if it was my maestros or Mary.
“It was Mary,” she said.
“How do you know?”
“I just feel strongly that it was your friend. She hasn’t passed on. She needs help.”
“But why would she come to me if she needs help? I would think she would hang around her own house, with her husband. Or at Warren and Tuli’s. Mary and I were very good friends, but Tuli was clearly her BFF.”
“There is a spirituality at your house that is going to help her cross over, isn’t there? Your daughter can detect spirits and your husband meditates at 5 every morning, right?”
“Oh, yeah,” I said.
She went on to tell me of when her then 5-year old son, while vacationing at Disney World in Florida, said suddenly, “A tree has fallen onto our roof, and crashed into my room.” Sure enough, when they returned to Panama, they found their home’s roof crushed by a tree.
“You can help Mary,” my client, Elvira said, as I massaged her neck. “Find a priest to say 9 masses for her, and she will pass on.”
Not an unheard of proposition. My mother has paid for dozens of Masses in her lifetime. Surely there are enough churches in San Miguel for that to be an easy task. But is that the end? Is that all the spirit wanted from me?
