At this point in life, I am beyond being surprised at such events. I am always pleased when the worlds merge, and I receive a clear message from the invisible—that no longer has to prove its validity to me. It's not synchronicity or randomness—it's a message.
There are things hidden in the invisible, alive and magical, and incomprehensible. I suppose I was a materialist in retrospect when I needed to see with my eyes everything I believed.
I am no longer a materialist.
As free as I was when I was a child and believed in the possibilities of all kinds of magical things, through empirical evidence collected over the years, once again I know for certain there exist things magical. Witches do exist. You can sing to draw the rain, and we hear of prayers that part the seas, and the invisible contains plenty.
Dino, the dog, and I were walking by the sea. There's one of my favorite bits of coast where the walk is squished into a thin path between a steep hill full of agave, and the sea which, to my delight, most of the time is thrashing into the wall holding the path and splashing over me as I walk there. I walk there on purpose, getting this bit of sea baptism and thrill.
At the very point the sea hits the shore and sprays me with water, today I remembered the summer and again repeated my amazement to Dino. "I feel somehow that my grandmother is looking after me all this time. I wore her gold bracelet on my wrist for years, carrying her with me, and with it somehow she was looking after me. I lost that bracelet this summer right here in the sea, and then five minutes later my brother on the phone told me he is going to move out and leave Grandma's apartment to me. I now live in her apartment. He didn't know I had lost Grandma's bracelet right then. Isn't that strange?"
I asked Dino, looking for his confirmation, when an older woman who was walking near spoke.
"You are right," she said to me, "She is looking after you. And my grandfather is looking after me." The lady removes a necklace out of her jumper and shows me the silver antique pendant. "My grandfather is always with me. He looks after me when I wear this. This was a silver button on grandfather's suit. When I don't wear it, I feel naked, unprotected. I always take my grandfather with me, and he looks after me."
And she walks on.
"Did you notice that?" I asked Dino. "I always considered my grandmother is looking after me—perhaps that was my grandfather trying to tell me he is looking after me too," I joked.
There was no need to explain to him about the timing of this woman, who happened to find herself in earshot of my conversation about the lost bracelet precisely where I found I had lost it, and where the conversation with my brother happened, and where right there she too, spoke of her grandfather looking after her through a piece of inherited jewelry. It was no accident .
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