The inner meaning of words. The incredible synchronicity that abounds. He showed me so many, seems he had an endless stream. Many times it was breaking words up, like nowhere/now here.
There is an impression left I have that it reinforced the idea that was already blooming inside me... there are no accidents, only coincidences.. and in fact meeting him was a coincidence as well, given my interest in such things.
The inner meaning of words. The incredible synchronicity that abounds. He showed me so many, seems he had an endless stream. Many times it was breaking words up, like nowhere/now here.
There is an impression left I have that it reinforced the idea that was already blooming inside me... there are no accidents, only coincidences.. and in fact meeting him was a coincidence as well, given my interest in such things.
very cool @klevn