A Circle of Stones and a Tiny Cathedral

This series of events, which happened many years ago, forced me to rethink my concept of "reality" and moved me in a more spiritual direction. Before this I was always a "realist," kind of an atheist and skeptic about paranormal things (though I always had a feeling that there was more to life than met the eye).

It all started with an Anne Rice book (I forget which one, but it had to do with an elf-like race from England). I had just started reading it while I had a job cleaning floors at a restaurant late at night. One day (I slept during the day, because the job was third shift) I had the strangest and most vivid, colorful dream that there was a model of a cathedral in a corner of the restaurant, and kids were going in and out of it. Then I saw a circle of stones in the center of town (Madison, WI). The circle was also small, like a mini-Stonehenge for kids to play in. That's all I remembered of the dream when I woke up. I kept a dream journal and always tried to interpret my dreams, but the meaning of this one completely escaped me. The mini-cathedral had two different towers, one shorter than the other, and I kept thinking that it was Notre Dame. The two towers seemed important to me, but I couldn't figure out why.

Two nights later I took a break from cleaning the restaurant floor and sat down to read the Anne Rice book. One of the elf-like characters in the book is a millionaire who tries to decide what kind of business he wants to develop next. First he considers creating talking dolls, and then he thinks he might like to create a small Chartre Cathedral for children to walk inside. I was stunned, remembering the dream and realizing that Chartre had two towers of different shapes and sizes. The dream cathedral was Chartres, not Notre Dame. I sat there with my mouth open, wondering what kind of coincidence this was. I almost passed it off as coincidence, until I read on: The character next considers building a small Stonehenge. Startled, I looked up from the book and realized that I was sitting in the exact corner of the restaurant where the small cathedral appeared in the dream. I felt my sense of reality slipping. There's no way on Earth this could be a coincidence. And no, I hadn't accidentally skipped ahead in the book and read this passage before having the dream--and no one had ever told me anything about this book.

Still, being the kind of person I was, I managed to call it a coincidence anyway and forget about the whole thing. That is, until two days later, when I went to the library to search for a psychology book about Milton Ericson, the famous hypnotherapist. I knew where the psychology books were, but I spaced out and took a left to another part of the library. Somehow I ended up in the computer book section. Confused, I was about to go back the other way, when I spotted a book that was in the wrong section. In among the computer books was one about synchronicities (meaningful coincidences). I picked it up and checked it out. For the next few days I had a few more coincidences, some even connected directly to the synchronicity book (I was reading a passage out loud to my mom, when she interrupted me to make a comment. She mentioned a name of a person that didn't have anything to do with what I had just read, and that name appeared in the very next paragraph of the book. We both freaked out on that one, especially since I had just told her about my weird cathedral dream.).

Excited, I told a few of my friends about these events, and they all looked at me as if I was a few balls short of a pool table.

I began to lose a lot of my old beliefs. More and more coincidences and strange occurences happened as time went on. Now I charge $60 an hour as a psychic. (Kidding!)

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