Noticing the Patterns
July 4, 2024 Odd coincidences seem to follow me like whispers from the unseen. Today, I noticed something peculiar. I had posted an image of a beam of light rising from New York City—not Chicago, not Boston, not Oklahoma, but NYC. It was an artistic expression straight from my soul. And yet, someone else had posted the same concept, also from New York City, two days prior. Their version resemblance to my creation felt too uncanny to dismiss as mere chance. Their post bore a pyramid, an all-seeing eye, and a circle as its logo—symbols that spoke of something deeper. Each discovery like this leaves me with a pit in my heart, a sudden flood of emotions too complex to name, as if I’m on the cusp of uncovering a profound truth. I was touched by God in October of that year—so close to this imagery, so specific. There’s a connection here I can’t ignore. The beam I posted in mid-May wasn’t just art; it was a visceral attempt to protect myself during the scariest time of my awakening. From May ...