Molly was in my dreams last night… ill, suffering, confused. But alive. Which is not that common of an occurrence for me; maybe 10 times in two and a half years Molly has visited my dreams.
And then, this morning, in my ritualistic trolling through Facebook, I have two completely independent inquiries from Molly’s childhood friends. One of them, I imagine, knows that Molly has died. One of them probably does not. It has been years – many years – since I have interacted with either one.
I welcome the dreams. And though I never know quite how to respond, I am flattered by the childhood friends reaching out. But I am really caught up in the synchronicity.
Why is all of this happening today? At the same time? What energy field has shifted that we are, independently, caught up in Molly? Where is that thin surface that opened up for just a brief time? I want to find it… put my hand to the veil… say hello.
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