Day 7
21st December 2025
Today, the unimaginable happened.
At lunch, I sat outside the Dhamma Hall, staring at a dried-up tree. Most of its leaves had fallen, yet some clung to the branches, dancing in the wind.
And then… I saw it. Tiny twigs seemed to spell words and numbers; “love,” “no,” “yes.”
I laughed at myself, asking silly questions, scanning for answers in the delicate movements of the leaves.
That tree! I could feel it had a personality of its own.
Later, I was given the rare chance to sit in a Pagoda Cell, a small meditation space under the stupa. My turn: 1:00 pm to 2:15 pm. Assigned cell number 7.
Cold, dim and facing a wall, I felt that familiar flutter of fear.
And then it hit me:
7 again?
Mom!
Day 7 and cell number 7!
(7th was the date of mom’s passing)
Tears streamed down as I realized she was here, guiding me, comforting me. I spoke to her, shared news from home, thanked her… and my heart soared.
The day ended with an overwhelming sense of joy.
Synchronicity had appeared once more.
I was never truly alone.
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