The 'coincidences' that had started while I lived at Poinciana Street, became more numerous once I'd moved into Progress Drive. On 12th August in 2006, I was told as I walked out the front door that there will be a sign that I knew would relate to the passing away of the dogs and my father. The first 'sign' was when Wendy Matthews's song 'The Day You Went Away' came on the radio while driving towards the Hibiscus Shopping Centre. I immediately knew the significance of this song. I had referred to it as one of Binda and my theme songs while he was still alive. This brought tears to my eyes. Then as I turned into the shopping centre carpark, a car was turning out with [BLUES] written on a car number plate. Binda was a blue heeler. As I got out of the car there was a car parked next to mine with [DOO DAAR]. The dogs and I had our own secret language and one of the names that I used to call Binda is 'DOO DEEH' and occasionally this was said as 'DOO DAAR'.
While having my nails done at the Hibiscus Health and Beauty Centre one of the lights dimmed gently overhead four times. Then the lamp went up and down after I had said, "I like that lamp." Then on the way back to Progress Drive, as I turned out onto the road from the shopping centre, a car suddenly pulled right in front of me in the middle lane while all the other lanes were empty. It had 666 on the number plate. I then put the radio on and heard another song about 'being together again'.
Then another set of traffic lights blinked on and off - which, again, had happened a number of times before. As I was turning onto Progress Drive, I was told, turn the radio back on now. You will really like this song. It was John Lennon singing the lines; "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one." Then later that evening while online A Quote A Day came through. I was told to, look at it right away. The quote said, "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one, I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one."
Another time while driving to a similar appointment I was thinking about the deaths of my father and the dogs and about how I always get signs. Then I saw two number plates, one with [VILL] (VERY ILL) and another with [CFS] (CHRONIC FATIGUE SYNDROME). I was then told you will get better and everything will be all right. I looked to my right, and a car passed with the number plate [4EVER]. I thought about how they give me signs of life after death all the time. I turned to my left and passed a parked car. On the number plate was [666]. I knew it was happening again and I thought of the last time when Binda's name and nicknames were on number plates and thought to myself, now all I need is to see the word 'BLUEY'. Then, as I turned into the Bi Lo carpark, I felt an urge to look to my right and a parked car had the number plate [BINDY].
Another time, as soon as I got out my front gate, a car pulled in front of me with [SMILE DR] on the plate. The next time I left my house that day I was rushing for an appointment. As I turned out the gate the first plate said [FAST]. The next time I turned onto the street from my driveway the first two car plates said [SMILEY] and [RACE] reflecting the same plates that I had seen day before. This happened on such a regular basis during 2006, that it had become too much to write down. These plates would show me anything from the names of family members, to what was happening in my life at the time, to reflecting my own thoughts back to me, all in quick succession.
It has taken several years for my sense of reality to be completely broken down. But once that was achieved I became more open than ever before. I was now able to exist in multiple perceptual realities including the narrow one I have left behind. Reality is subjective and it is created by the observer. Not every being is experiencing the same thing and yet there are places of crossover, connection and consensus where and when all exist simultaneously. Gradually and cautiously I began to ask the universe for confirmation rather than asking people around me.
One day I decided to ask for evidence of Kindi's existence after death and within minutes a car drove towards me in the opposite lane with [BINDY] on the number plate. One day I was emailing an aquaintance in regard to the death of his wife. He was one of those ethical and spiritual people who had abandoned the idea of a benevolent universal consciousness to become an atheist, after losing faith in a world that seemed to suffer too much. Like I once had, he had locked himself in a room while the universe waited for him to open the windows.
