If you like the creepy coincidental, read this.
I am an SGI Buddhist member. This stands for Soka Gakkai International (Value Creation Soceity for those that don’t read Japanese ;)). My friend Julia received her Gohonzon recently. (I will have a glossary at the end). A few woman’s division members, and my friend Gerry, went over to her house to enshrine her Gohonzon on Monday, October 2nd.
It was a glorious moment, everyone brought her gifts, books to read, a sentimental bell for her to ring while she is chanting, and she was so welcomed into our glorious practice.
When we were finished and everyone else left, Julia and I were talking and she was asking me plenty of great questions about her new journey. I felt incredibly moved to tell her a story from when I had only been practicing a few months.
This will show you proof that there are no coincidences, only tiny miracles 🙂
My mother was passing away from cancer. If anyone knows cancer, they know it could take years. She was in her last few months of being on this earth. I had been helping her, taking care of her, and it really gave our relationship a whole new depth. All I wanted at that time, since I wasn’t working, was to help people, in any way I could.
The day before this extraordinary incident, my boyfriend-at-the-time and IÂ went to Buffalo State’s Anne Frank Project and saw a survivor’s panel of Bhutanese people who were in refugee camps for 17 years.. They all came together from around America to be there that day. They were showing off their beautiful artwork, and one of the men lead a guided meditation. It was absolutely harmonious, and I had been thinking I wanted to help refugees in Buffalo, since we have such a high population.
The day after this beautiful experience, I chanted strongly that I wanted to help someone that day. My boyfriend and I went on our usual bike ride. We were heading to Canalside, which is a straight shot down Niagara St from Black Rock. While on the ride, something inside me told me to go left. So, we took a left; then a right; then another left, just following my intuition without knowing why.
We passed a police car, and a tree, and then we saw a woman, barely coherent, on the ground. We rushed over to her and asked if she was okay. The police man in the vehicle couldn’t see her because the tree was in the way. I called him over and he called for back-up immediately.
While we were talking with her, I was trying to calm her down, but she was crying hysterically; she was very distraught. I asked her name, then I asked her last name, and she began to laugh.
Bhutanese people DON’T HAVE LAST NAMES.
It was a great way to bring levity to a scary situation, because she spoke little to no English, but apparently she understood it!
A few moments later, while the ambulance arrived, a woman walked over and announced that she had treated this woman at her clinic on the lower west side previously. That her husband had been driving by and told her one of her patients may have been on the ground!
It was then that the firefighters and EMTs were asking us if the Bhutanese woman was drunk. The woman’s doctor came at the perfect time to tell them, and us, that she has epilepsy, and that is why she was disoriented.
I had shivers in my bones and entire body telling Julia this story, and so did she.
Today, I was looking through facebook and realized that this event happened exactly one year ago on the day I was telling her about it!
I texted Julia immediately and she told me that she was just grabbing her phone to tell me that the George Harrison song, My Sweet Lord, that she played me last week that has spiritual and sentimental value in her life was playing on the radio at work.
There are no coincidences my loves.
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