What goes around comes around

Last weekend was filled with some funny incidences and stuff I created this blog for. But I will relate them little by little. I don't want to shoot my bolt all in one go. ;-)))

I was visiting my parents on Saturday and in order to express my gratitude for inviting me to this lovely trip to Amsterdam I had made a photo album with the best pictures of the haul, spiced with some funny captions that only they can make sense of. I wanted them to be able to wallow in the memories whenever they needed a boost.

And as I was just handing over my gift I received one myself. My father obviously had a similar idea. At least regarding the effect ;-))). During our journey we had often stopped for a sip in several cafés and my mom usually drank hot chocolate. There is a special brand of cocoa from the Netherlands that we used to die for as kids. It's very rich in taste and unsurpassed so far. In one of the cafés my mother was served her hot chocolate in a cup from that exquisite brand and of course I fell in love with it. Not that my china cupboard would lack any more cups, but I liked the idea of having one of these just to prolong the happy memory. The waitress was very relentless and wouldn't sell us the desired item nor could I spot it in any of the thousand souvenir shops that suddenly increased in attractiveness ;-)))). My father did the obvious: He went online and bought one for me at an auction.

So all of us were sitting there startled at the sight of our presents. This certifies the universal law that whatever you sow you will reap. It does not always return this immediately and sometimes it takes a detour before it will hit you back, but in this case the rule was blatantly confirmed.

Telepathy

I believe in the power of thoughts and I think we create the world around us. I am not sure yet how this exactly works. Whether we only perceive the world differently or really change the world by adopting a certain attitude I cannot say. But I think our mind is too limited to understand it anyway - at least mine is ;-))).
I sometimes even don't know if an idea really belongs to me or if my mind is like a receiver picking up things that are broadcasted by the universal radio. Especially when I have thoughts which are excellent. LOL Who has the copyrights on ideas anyway if it so happens that sometimes two independent people come up with the same idea at once without having even talked to each other before?

Having said that I want to relate what occurred this morning. A very nice pen pal of mine, whom I in touch with since a short while now, wrote me that his mother took a bad fall and was a bit under the weather. She seems to be accident-prone and often creates situations like this in order to get more attention by doctors. So I thought why not write that nice old lady a card so the need for being noticed would be satisfied a little bit. Then I thought it might be very intrusive to do so and not my place.
This morning however I was told that some friends of his had just did what I had planned and thus executed "my" idea. Funny isn't it? It proves to me that we are all connected.

And it reminded me of something that happened when I was still with my last boyfriend. There were times when he was unemployed and extremely short on money. He felt very bad about it, almost ashamed. During this time he lost 50 bucks. I don't quite remember in which way. Some stupid payment or something broke down. All I remember is that there was a hole of 50 bucks wallet. I would have volunteered to fill it, but did not want to hurt his pride. So I planned to furtively slip a bill of 50 into the pocket of his trousers the next time I was at his place - we did not live together - in order to spare his feelings. He would find it and think he forgot all about this money, but it was righteously his.
The very next morning he called and told me that he had put on a pair of trousers he is only wearing rarely. And believe it or not, he found a 50 buck note in his back pocket. Cross my heart I didn't put it there. I haven't even been in the vicinity of these pants. But I was relieved that the job had been taken care of.



Imagine what we could create if we learned who to use this mechanism deliberately.