Kroeran introduced me to to the concept of a White Squirrel Event; something that defies your beliefs conclusively and opens you up to a new paradigm.
Though my life is full of interaction with the concepts of MBT, I usually can never be certain that I am not just a crazy person. But finally something conclusive was thrown my way.
Finally had mine today. Reality threw me a bone.
After a night spent with friends, I trudged home at 6:30am, had a nap of several hours and set off back to reunite with my friends in the same apartment.
Just as my finger is about to press the doorbell, the door clicks open. I walk up the stairs, surprised, because it is impossible for somebody to tell if there is a person at the door unless they ring. (It is an apartment after all, with no windows overlooking the entrance)
I walk to the top and come face to face with one of my friends, who I immediately ask.
"How did you know I was there?"
"You rang, obviously."
"No, I didn't."
We go to my other friends waiting inside, and they confirm that I had not rung the doorbell; they had heard nothing. In fact, they wondered why my friend had gotten up to go to the door in the first place.
The girl had heard the doorbell, or so she thought, and opened up the very second I arrived at the door, just as my finger was inches away from the doorbell.
For the rest of today I've also run into a lot of symbolism in odd places.
I am very happy. I think our chat about White Squirrel Events set the stage for this to happen, so that I would recognize it as such.
Destiny also threw something else my way today.
I was going for my usual walk around the lake, and I see a rabbit in a hollow rabbit hole to my left.
The intuition that guides me, and which I usually translate into English for my own convenience, told me that the rabbit would let me pet it. As always, I was very sceptical of the voice. Rabbits here run as soon as you start walking towards them.
But surely enough, the rabbit let me pet it.
I soon concluded that it was probably very sick. It looked healthy, but it was just sitting there and it was very cold to the touch.
So I took it back home and wrapped it up and put it on my radiator to warm up. It began to show signs of improvement, but eventually started convulsing and it died in my hands.
I learned several valuable lessons from the unlikely encounter with the rabbit. It shook me up emotionally as well.
As I was lying on my bed crying a little, I took my phone out of my pocket because it was annoying me and my symbolic number 222 had been punched in. A coincidence, perhaps.
But my intuition gave me that rabbit, and it didn't have to die alone, so I am glad for that.