You know how I’m all about the signs.

My own personal messages from The Universe. Which, for the record, everyone is privy to. Not just moi.

All you have to do is ask.

The Universe always delivers.

The other night at the gparents, I opened a drawer, looking for a blanket.

What I found were many worn, yellowed envelopes. One had a now non-sticky note attached to it from my grandmother.

Curiosity got the better of me.

I had that brief moment where I almost felt guilty, that I was going to be looking at something I shouldn’t be. That I had no right to.

But.

I also reasoned that if it were really important or secretive, it wouldn’t be in a random dresser drawer … from 1958.

What I found left me speechless.

An old bank account from my great great grandmother. Her account number?

C – 516.

My Birthday showing up, yet again. And the “C” … just so happens to be the letter my last name starts with.

What blew me away was that many decades before my birth, it was as though some part of me were already here.

Letting people know. My return was imminent.

If only my great great grandmother, my great grandmother and grandmother had known, every time they looked at those statements, they were staring at what would be the next generation of women in the family.

I used to believe in coincidences. But I don’t anymore.

There’s no way for me to be able to systematically comprehend some of the other worldly encounters and timing that I’ve had throughout this life.

These signs are always such a jolt for me. In the sense that I feel brought back to a greater purpose, or reason for being here.

That I might not be able to completely understand it myself, but things larger than what we see are happening and do exist.

One thing I am certain of: this thing is not random.

There are no accidents. There exists some invisible cord that connects all things and all people.