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THE SYNCHRONISTIC SAGA OF SARA & MARK [My Two Angels]
How does one go about naming what some do not even believe in? The story starts on a dark & desperate night when I decided I MUST return home. So I did.
All my belongings were in a small 13 year-old car that had no right being on the road. I was lucky it made it to Ohio, and now I had to make a ten hour trip at 9pm with about $50 left in my pocket. It was the lowest point of my whole life . I prayed for the first time in my whole life for my angels to protect me on my journey home. I NEVER called upon my angels before that I can remember.
Four hours into the trip I had to stop for gas, but dared not turn the ignition off for fear the car would not restart. So far, so good. Then it was back unto Route 80 as I finally left Ohio into Pennsylvania. It was dark and the roads were very deserted. The time was 2am.
Suddenly, a bright singular light appeared to pace my car from behind. I thought at first that it was a large truck light but it seemed too big to be that, and certainly too large for any motorcycle light. I looked in the rear view mirror and also in the side view mirror but could ascertain no shape behind the bright light. The window was also open, but I strained to hear something ~ but in vain. The only noise was the 'death-rattle' sounds of an auto on its last trip to extinction!
Two minutes later the light was gone ~ vanished ~ as if into thin air. I thought this was strange because I had not past either an entrance or exit for quite some time; however, I did not have time to think since I was quite concerned about NOT breaking down in the middle of nowhere with still five hours to go before reaching the safety of New Jersey.
The next day ~ safe & sound in the harbor of LOVE ~ my mother's home, I reflected on the STRANGE LIGHT and ONLY THEN I remembered my urgent prayer to my angels the night before. Could the light have been one of my angels saying in effect: "DON'T WORRY byron ~ WE ARE RIGHT BEHIND YOU!"[?]
That was in the cold & dark beginning of GROUNDHOG'S DAY (February of 1997.) The scene switches...Time marched on...It is now January 15, 1999. I am sitting with my friend at work. Innocently I suggested that we might have a 'synchronism' tonight, since it happened when we were close together a few nights before. (This was not new to me, since, to date, I had well over 300 of these types of 'meaningful coincidences' as Dr. Carl Jung had described it in his writings.)
FOR INSTANCE: Around January 12th, I had mentioned to this same young lady (NANCY) that a friend of mine had an interesting synchronistic event that had to do with August 11th (8-11) which he later found out was the feast of St. Clare (THE PATRON OF COMMUNICATION.) As I told this story to this young lady, I had just finished doing a 'survey' in MARKET RESEARCH, and the code for the respondent was #1118.
So on Jan. 15th at 6pm, I suggested to this SAME young lade that it may happen again. Two hours passed. At approximately 8pm, I started to tell her about the STRANGS BRIGHT LIGHT that I had seen on GROUNDHOG'S DAY, two years before. As I finished my tale, I suggested to NANCY that the 'light' may have been my 'female' angel. JUST THEN ~ I was calling the next 'respondent' on the phone, and NANCY begins to tap me excitedly on the shoulder to look at her computer screen: SHE HAS TO CALL A PERSON BY THE NAME OF "ANGEL!"
IF THIS WASN'T 'SYNCHRONISTICALLY' BIZARRE ENOUGH, THE NEXT SERIES OF EVENTS CARRIED IT TO ANOTHER LEVEL, in my opinion: Between 7-8pm, my supervisor, Doris (a really nice woman) gave me a "callback slip" so I could recall a respondent to complete a survey that was started on Jan. 13th....Having been distracted by the "ANGEL" synchronism, I was not thinking too clearly, so when I called the person, I inadvertently asked for 'Louis' since this was the first name I saw on the callback slip ~ but the woman I called said that there was NO Louis in her household. I apologized and ended our phone call. Then I took a closer look at the slip and noticed that Louis was the market researcher who initiated the call on Jan. 13th, and I was to recall the female head-of-household with the name SARA clearly in parenthesis next to it.
I recalled the same woman that I had just spoken to and asked to speak to "SARA". This same kind sweet & patient lady simply said that there was NO SARA who lived at her number....I confirmed the telephone # and simply asked in a declarative manner: "That's strange. A person by the name of Louis allegedly did an incomplete survey with the female head-of-household about two days ago." The same woman said: "Oh yes, I did do a survey." I asked her if she would be willing to finish it. So this kind sweet & patient woman, whose name was NOT SARA, completed the survey.
After I finished the survey, I turned to my yound female cohort and said, "Why do you think it had 'SARA' clearly in parenthesis next to the female head-of-household? NANCY suggested that the market researcher ~ Louis ~ may have meant "SAVE" even though he clearly wrote "SARA"....[THIS REMAINS AN UNSOLVED MYSTERY!]
HOWEVER, IN THE BIZARRE WORLD OF SYNCHRONICITY, THE STORY DOES NOT END HERE ~ NOT BY A LONG SHOT!!!
It is now 10:30pm on Jan. 15th. and I am now home pondering what had just transpired over the last few hours. THEN IT DAWNED ON ME! I had just named my angels one week before this ~ on January 8th, 1999. I named them MARC & SARA ( not Sarah.) I put the names with my other prayers that I pray every morning as a kind of reminder to remember my angels EVEN WHEN I DON'T THINK I NEED THEM.
When I was telling this added part of the story about my female angel to NANCY, (the one that I had thought had followed me that dark night ~ as the bright light,) I had forgotten tot tell her that I had named one of my angels as "SARA". (You are probably asking: Why did I name SARA-SARA & MARC-MARC?) And the fact is ~ I DO NOT KNOW! I only know that the man I named "MARC" suddenly popped-up out of nowhere on August 10th, 1996, when I was stranded on the middle of a dangerous island between cars entering & exiting the Interborough Parkway in Queens, New York. I had two stupid cups that I was using to refill my overheated car radiator at about 4pm. (My company dispatcher had just called me to come in early since my car "relief" had come in earlier to make some extra money. I was driving a private cab at the time.) Needless to say, I was going to be very late with one angry driver desperately waiting to make money with my now stranded vehicle. I was getting a tension headache.
So after finding water in a nearby park about 100 yards away, and after three roundtrips with two stupid cups of water, I was becoming overheated myself. Just then, out of nowhere, this van pulls up. Out of it comes this half-Latin-looking man very muscular & about 30 years of age, saying to me innocently, "Do you need water?" I said, "Funny you should ask."
He proceeded to take out this 30 gallon jug and poured the whole contents into my thirsty car radiator. He then said, "Boy, you would have been here all day." (He got that right.) I started to offer him some dollars for helping me, but he told me that that would not be necessary. He simply smiled and quietly left in his van.
On Jan. 8th, 1999, I named this man "MARC" with a "C" to distinguish him from my son ~ MARK. I named the "LIGHT from GROUNDHOG'S DAY" ~ "SARA"....I still do not know why I named them that ~ I JUST DID!
Well I thought that the story was finished, so I put it in my diary (X-FILES) as I have done numerous times before about the strange & synchronistic things that have happened to me....Everything was complete....The synchronisms unfolded to create a beautiful synchronicity. I now knew (AT LEAST SYNCHRONISTICALLY) 'ONE' of my angels' names ~ SARA. I was relatively happy....
POST SCRIPT: On January 21st, 1999, I was in my work station doing surveys. I was also being monitored by my company's client who were making sure that we were doing a professional job as we asked their customers "quality control" questions.
It is now 11:28am and the next name appears on my computer. Even though I knew that I was being monitored, it became difficult to fight back the tears. There, staring me in the face on the computer screen was my next customer to call: MARK ANGEL!!!
That night I simply went home and took down my wooden model of "MARC" which I had quickly fashioned out of a paint stirrer ~ and simply crossed out the "C" and changed it to a "K", while doing it in red ink as a symbolic remembrance of what transpired that morning.
NOW I KNOW THE SPELLING OF 'BOTH' OF MY ANGELS!!! It reminded me of the story of my 3rd angel ~ ANASTASIA ~ my 'earth-bound' angel. [cf. my PUBLISHED POEMS]
You see, in 1995, after having been given certain information by an accurate psychic (Janet Russell) who had already predicited something for me that had actually transpired to the last dotted i,[cf. PARANORMAL section regarding "The Gift of the Roses"], who had also incidentally given me the actual name of this 'loving female spirit', now told me that she (ANASTASIA) was also around me to PROTECT me....It was in honor of this 'loving spirit' that I had also changed ANOTHER PIECE OF WOOD ~ which, at that time ~ when I thought I was alone, I had fashioned a sign to read: "Welcome to my humble home." After I knew differently, I changed the sign to read: "Welcome to OUR humble home." This full story, beside being acknowledged in the poem ~ ANASTASIA ~ will be fully honored some day in a story about true love ~ FROM ONE VIBRATION TO ANOTHER ~ similar to the love of my TWO other angels who also seem to stem from ANOTHER VIBRATION! |
