I was at the Costco optical department, and it felt like Mercury had busted a move and gone prematurely retrograde. They weren’t sure if they could put lenses in the frames I brought. The woman helping me, Jaclyn, couldn’t log on to the computer. Once in, she couldn’t find my insurance information.
Delays like that normally drive me crazy.
But I was having so much fun with Jaclyn. We were telling each other funny stories, laughing so hard we were crying.
As we were finishing up, she told me that when she shops, she likes to walk up and down each aisle of a store. It’s rare that I start spouting woo to strangers, but my intuition told me to say, “That’s Manifesting 101—looking at everything that’s available to you.”
“Why did you just say manifesting?” she asked.
Again, I don’t typically tell strangers I’m psychic, but it felt right. “Because I’m psychic,” I said.
Jaclyn pulled up her sleeve and showed me her tattoo. MANIFEST.
You can’t make this shit up.
I handed her my business card. She promised to book a session with me.
Magic, even miracles, are ours when we listen to our inner voice, when we follow that gut feeling. And every time we do, we strengthen our intuition muscle. It grows stronger and more accurate every time we use it.
Even if I never hear from Jaclyn, she and I both got strong validation that synchronicity is real; that we’re all connected. And we had a good laugh.
