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Do you believe in signs?

I do. I'm very stupidsticious about signs.

Have you seen the movie Angel Baby? The character, Kate - I think her name is -, believes she gets messages from the angels through ads on television. This is, of course, all explained away by her schizophrenia, but it got me thinking...

If the Universe were to speak to us, wouldn't it make sense that it would use a method we were likely to listen to? For one person it might be the sun coming out from behind a cloud. For someone else it might be someone mentioning the very topic the person was feeling conflicted about.

For me, if I hear a George Michael song broadcast from some speaker or another - I just feel like it's a sign I'm in the right place at the right time and making the right choices for my life. Hey, it works for me - maybe something else works for you. I know my friend Kate (not the one in the movie) has a lucky bus which serves this purpose for her - it's an omen that good things are about to happen. Do you have something like this?

I tend to see every event in my life - or those around me who's lives impact on mine in some way - as having a purpose. Sometimes that purpose is something I can't perceive, something I can't even begin to understand. Sometimes the events are frustrating or even tragic and just seem so wrong or so cruel that they are some sort of abomination, but eventually I always find some positive reason - or extrapolation - for them coming to pass.

Recently, I decided to buy a new computer because three old computers had each been taken down by web-viruses. The new computer was going to cost a lot of money, and while the need to buy it came at a time when I had money coming in, I still worried because we have experienced a lot of financial difficulty in the past couple of years and if something were to crop up and we didn't have the money to deal with it, I knew I'd feel as though the decision to buy an expensive computer was regrettable.

In the fortnight before I bought the new computer, I entered a competition to win a program for the new computer which I would need to continue my writing - and to edit the work I'd already done on the old computer systems. I entered the competition with no great expectation of winning. As it turned out I did win, and to me that was a confirmation that buying the new computer was a good move, but also that focusing more persistently on my writing (the new computer was to ensure I had a reliable computer if I entered a PhD) was also the right decision!

No George Michael featured in any of these events, by the way, that is just one grouping of signs I listen for.

Also, when I left Blogopolis last weekend, there was double rainbow right outside the doors to the event. I took that as a sign as well - and from the looks of many bloggers around the place, others did too!

What signs do you see? Or maybe you're not an observer of signs at all?


Kate said…
Love it.

You know that one where you suddenly think of a song and a moment later it comes on in your hearing? That's always a sign too I think.

I also get a feeling when I'm going to win something or other good stuff is about to happen. Not all the time, but sometimes. And I can't even describe the feeling other than a sort of knowing and a tingle in the fingers.

Love me some good omens :)
Sif said…
Well, tonight I went to our school's trivia night - and they played Wham's 'Wake me up before you go go' and O won a prize (2 x 30 minute massage at home, $50 hair salon voucher, $50 school uniform voucher!)... It was all good signs! Pretty much in the last two months I've been having a lot of good luck - old me, good luck, pee-2009 good luck! I need this change to be a sign of winds turning to fill our sails for a while.

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