There Are No Coincidences

I never believed in ghosts. I didn’t ever have a reason to, but since Matt took his life, there have been too many occasions for me not to believe. It’s true. In the six months since Matt’s death, I’ve changed. I’m what some might now call a believer. Some people may think I’m crazy that I would even go there (“there” being: seeing signs, getting clues, contacting mediums, astrologers, intuitives, and acknowledging that there is “the other side”), but since I’ve always been a seeker, I was bound to find some things. The signs that I have experienced have provided me with a tremendous amount of comfort. They have helped with my grieving process, which as a survivor, is all that we can hope for while we heal. The first time I got an inkling that Matt was still around was when his parents contacted an intuitive after his death. The intuitive gave them a reading and without having any information on Matt, she was able to see specific details of what tragic events had happened in Matt’s life before he took his own life. She said names of friends and asked about past events that had happened in Matt’s and his family’s life. She knew that Matt had caused an accident that paralyzed his father just months before he took his own life. Goose bumps and shortness of breath kept me present during the twenty-minute reading, listening to all of his hidden truths (some that only I knew) spoken by a stranger made me realize that perhaps I could no longer scoff at television shows such as Crossing Over. It was a time to dive deeper.

I hadn’t dreamt much about Matt in those early months, and I started to crave my own visions and conversations with him, to get answers to all of the questions that I wanted to ask him. I craved to find my own intuitive or medium to give me a reading and tell me how Matt felt about this now that he was gone. I read the impressive book, Many Lives, Many Masters: The True Story of a Prominent Psychiatrist, His Young Patient, and the Past-Life Therapy That Changed Both Their Lives, about the Harvard educated psychologist who, against his own will, had been led by his patients towards past-life therapy. From it, he had learned that we met people from our past lives repeatedly.