I have long suspected that the entire universe is alive—conscious, radiant, and infused with an intelligence woven from love itself. When we pause to listen, it speaks to us. Its voice whispers through dreams, synchronicities, unexpected encounters, oracles, life circumstances, and through each other. Every particle, every unfolding moment, becomes a messenger.

Ever since I first began exploring psychedelics as a teenager, my life has been threaded with uncanny synchronicities—those “meaningful coincidences” that reveal the fabric of consciousness shimmering just beneath the ordinary. Skeptics may dismiss them as random chance, but once you experience such moments yourself, the personal significance is undeniable. You know that the universe is speaking directly to you.

One evening in my mid-twenties, while tripping on LSD, I wrote a playful letter to USA Today after reading an article about Abbie Hoffman’s daughter Amy protesting CIA recruitment on her college campus. My letter said something like: “Rah Rah Amy! Thanks for your protests. It’s called the American Way.” For weeks I checked the newspaper, hoping to see it printed, but nothing appeared. Eventually, I gave up.

Months later, my mom forwarded me a bundle of mail. Tucked into the pile was a folded copy of USA Today. She had never sent me the newspaper before. Curious, I wondered if it could be the issue with my letter. I opened it, and there was my letter—published for the world to see. Overjoyed, I called my mom on the phone and told her how excited I was, and I said to her, “you should have told me about this, because I almost threw the paper away.” 

My mom was puzzled. “What do you mean she asked?” “You know, about my letter being published in the paper.” She still didn’t know what I was talking about. “Mom, why did you send me this copy of USA Today?” “Oh, because I used to see you enjoy reading it when you were here, so I threw it in with your mail.” She had no idea that my letter was in it, and she had never in my life before (or since) sent me a copy of the paper. A chill rippled through me. How does this happen, I wondered? What mysterious intelligence had orchestrated this?

Another example unfolded more recently, a few years ago, with my beloved cat Tiger Lily. On the morning of my birthday, at 3:00 AM, she leapt onto my bed and dropped a dead mouse beside me. I screamed in shock, then remembered the feline tradition of offering prey as a gift. After recovering, I thanked her for the strange birthday present.

Exactly one year later, again on the morning of my birthday at precisely 3:00 AM, Tiger Lily repeated the ritual—another dead mouse placed upon my bed. She had never done this before—yet twice, on the exact same day and hour. Could she have known it was my birthday? I doubt it. But I believe the universe knew, and it was speaking to me through her.

My life has been filled with countless moments like these—little ruptures in the fabric of the ordinary, through which something greater shines. Paranormal phenomena, inexplicable mysteries, synchronicities that feel like love letters from the cosmos. Each one is a reminder that we are not wandering in a mute, mechanical universe, but in a living, breathing intelligence that longs to communicate—if only we dare to listen.

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