_I am usually pretty shy about a certain part of my life because I know how judgmental people can be when they don't understand that psychic ability is in fact real.  Some people think that it means you are either omniscient and if you aren't, and no one is, you are full of baloney.  It doesn't work that way and I do have to tell you I am my own worst critic when it comes to it.  I have moments of blaming myself for not seeing something coming or misreading someone's character. 

The other day, I was going through some self doubt due to a very difficult situation I was dealing with with someone I had believed was a friend.  It was such an awkward situation that I was doubting my intuition was even working anymore.  In fact, this was the second time in only a few months that I completely and utterly misjudged the integrity of someone.  I know I am digressing from my usual theme but I have a "night in the life of me" story I wanted to share that relates to all of this.  It was a big lesson about paying attention to synchronicities.  This is just one of a few that happened on this particular night.

My husband and I decided to go out just a couple of nights ago to see some live music.  In fact it was my son's guitar teacher's band again.  After we go out that late, we usually stop into one particular diner for a bite to eat before heading home.  We decided to make this the plan for the night.

We walked into the music venue and the band was just about finished with their first set so we took a seat at the bar.  There was a stool empty and just enough room to fit in another next to it so my husband went over to a table and grabbed another one.  A couple of minutes later the people who were occupying the seats next to us came to sit down and I heard one of them mutter "Oh, he wasn't sitting anyway."  So I turned, half out of my stool, and asked if I took their seat.  The lady leaned over and told me I could have it since they kept getting up to dance. 

I ended up chatting with her for a while and it turns out that she is the same age is I am.  Coincidence number one.  She has kids between the ages of five and fourteen, like I do.  Coincidence number two.  Then she went on to tell me that she works at the diner we like to go to after our late nights out.  And there's coincidence number three!  When things start to align like that I tend to really listen to the conversation I have with someone.  I have found that there is always something I need to learn.

My husband was leaning over listening to the conversation and piped in when she said where she worked.  He gave me a look, smirked and mentioned a particular server that I had a really strong intuitive hit with the last time we saw him.  He was friendly, clean cut, happy and really good at his job.  There was no indication that there was anything off about him and yet, as he walked away from the table, I told my husband that I didn't feel good about him at all.  In fact, it scared me a little.  Of course my husband asked what I meant.  For me, those kind of hits are sometimes really hard to put into words but I said that if he didn't have this job he'd lose it and I didn't mean literally lose his job either.  I went into more detail than that but I don't feel comfortable sharing it here.  That particular night I had had a couple of drinks so my filters were off and my husband heard detail that I normally wouldn't even be open to.  I also don't make a habit of running around "reading" people.  That's just too exhausting, way too much information for me and just plain rude.

So what was this woman's answer about the guy? 

Her next comments not only proved to me that there's nothing wrong with my psychic antennae but were exactly what I needed to hear to quell any self doubt I was having.  She said they had to fire him.  He started sneaking in the bathroom during work hours to do drugs.  He would come out and could barely speak or stand.  They really wanted to give him a chance so they actually rehired him a few times but he ended up doing the same thing.  As for the rest of my "read" on him, I really hope someone diverted him from the path I saw him on at the time.

The synchronistic events of the night, I don't believe, were any accident.  I got exactly the validation I needed to let me know that I'm as spot on as ever.  It allowed me to let go of feeling responsible for not forseeing someone who I had cared about doing something that was completely against the type of integrity that I hold dear.  I also wanted to share my experience with you as an important reminder to pay attention to events like that.  Notice when details line up that are just a little too coincidental.  They are most likely there to get your attention!