Promise you, it happened true...

However unlikely this may sound it is true. Ive often found livestock auctions to "manifest " some very strange instances and synchronicities.  Today has been such a one. Today has also being a long noisy one. In fact 5 hours spent waiting for some sheep to be finally sold. However the appearance of a young woman of about 20 years old, dressed competently in black with beautiful long dark brown almost black hair and a very pale complexion quite took me aback. She was definitely a goth type and ive never seen such a woman at such a place before. She just looked so out of place though her father was a farmer. What really unnerved me was her height. She was just so tall. I think she maybe the tallest girl ive ever seen. It was just weird. I made a mental note to stop staring...lol

A few days ago my daughter came with me to sell sheep for her first time. After a while she turned to me and said " Do you know the auctioneer has mentioned the name David about 5 times so far " It was true and they were different surnames to each " David " to. Again just weird. You know that feeling you get when something just isnt natural ?  1 time...2,3,4,5...now its getting ridiculous. However I do know " like attracts like " as the following story indicates.

Although the following incident happened 5 years ago at the same auction it is as clear in my mind as yesterday. ( cliche alert ) A young woman I know who had  been recently married was stood by the livestock stock show ring looking increasingly uncomfortable. I watched her over the next 10 minutes as six women entered gradually one by one over that time carrying babies until she was completely surrounded by them. I knew she was desperate to conceive and was having trouble doing so hence I took this as the cause of her unhappy stressed state. Soon afterwards she did indeed fall pregnant. It seemed a synchronicity with bells on and at the time she no doubt saw it as a cruel one.

And Ive just remembered a numerology oddity regarding the great number 23 . This number occurs at tipping points and when circumstances end or change dramatically. All the sheep pass through the final pen 123 as they enter the sale ring and are sold. At this point they are about to leave your ownership. The fact 123 is printed on the wall at that location makes me smile every visit. I need to add that observation to my 23 labelled posts. Another cracker ?

So why of all things should a auction type of gathering cause such happenings ? Well there is a crowd to start with who are all focusing on one thing - an auctioneer. He is stood on a " rostrum " very much like a church pulpit. He is interacting back at the crowd rather like a preacher though Ive never seen anything bizarre like the above happen in a religious gathering. I think something is happening with the energy this circumstance is generating. Maybe a ratcheting up of force occurs like in a church ? After all " where two or three are gathered " Yes, thats half a quote but this idea is considered " a thing " outside of christian gatherings.

Anyway this post may see you thinking I spend a little too much time watching women at livestock markets...lol And maybe your right.

55 Times ?

I came across this random graffiti on the way home from my holiday in Scotland. Not your usual holiday scenic snaps but something I stumbled across in an unexpected almost accidental stop on the way home. Immediately this 55 Times jumped out at me as an online friend told me how when an event keeps on happening for say for example the 49th time or if it becomes the 50th time who keeps counting or even gets upset about it ?  Just let it go as nothing is going to change the pattern by this stage. I think the metaphor he used was a 49 slaps to the face turning to 50. What difference does one more make ? Im not sure what this graffiti is referring to though and Googling it has turned up nothing other than maths tables. As this writing occurred in a run down area maybe this bleak out look is truly the texts meaning ? 

 

Who's in the house ?

     

This swing lid bin seems to be the centre of " unseen " activity in our house at the moment. I would say the kitchen bin lid swings itself smartly open by itself once a fortnight. Its quite startling to see as there is a definite intensity to the action that leaves you thinking someone has thrown something in. Once it even happened in slow motion, really slow and with a beautiful action that was not of this world such was its precision. Something was showing off. Or maybe time was being slowed down for me ? Anyway today the swinging bin opened by itself with a jolt in my shed, not the kitchen this time. So bins are a " thing " here. Weird, but what else do I expect living in a place like this ?

 

A genuine miracle. Period.

   

How did this kitch thing survive a raging inferno ? What am I babbling about ? Last Bonfire night I found this monstrosity totally intact on the edge of the fires ashes next morning. The fire was large and extremely intense containing tyres, waste fertiliser sacks ect. There was no way it could have survived without even a smudge of soot on it. Even the built in speaker of paper was undamaged. Wooden branches around it had not burnt either but even the heat should have melted it, and no it was not full of water then. A genuine miracle but to what avail ?! Oh, and as you can see its still fully functional !

I am finding that amazing things are happening through the kitch and the mundane. Take for instance my next post...