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The Moon at 30,000 Feet
I was on a plane from Edinburgh to Valencia, re-reading The Positive Psychology of Synchronicity, and I thought to myself that it would be nice to experience one today.
It popped into my head that pulling The Moon from my tarot deck would be nice, especially since I had swapped a necklace for a moonstone pendant the day before. Then I forgot all about it.
Later in the flight, I decided to pull three tarot cards. Out came the Knight of Cups (take action where emotion is concerned), the Four of Pentacles (let go of anxiety and “holding on” where material goods and money are concerned), and The Moon.
I was so sad to learn, when I got signal again after landing in Spain, that we lost Dr. Mackey a few years ago. I wish I had updated him on my progress. He very kindly exchanged emails with me in 2021 and helped me understand that my experiences of synchronicity did not make me crazy.
Wishing everybody who was close to him all the very best.
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