I'm a big believer in "signs."
No, I don't believe that a Caucasian, white-bearded man (have you ever noticed how much like Zeus the modern steryotypical "God" looks? Santa Claus too, while I'm thinking of it...) floating on a cloud is spending his time sending me a word here or a sight there to help me along my way. What I DO believe, however, is that there is an unfathomably huge, infinitely intelligent (for it is made up of all intelligence, everywhere,) all pervasive (same principle, but with actual physical and non-physical matter) consciousness that serves as the behind-the-scenes director of, well, about everything. I also think that this is the same thing as our deepest, most unique, non-verbal, and living core that directs us. When we live more in line with it, everything around us falls into place and we get where we want to go. When we don't, the world turns to shit.
Often, my living in line with that internal force that directs external events and experiences comes in the form of unique, personalized events, objects, or the like that I notice, and then appreciate the pattern behind. This time, my direction has come in the form of an insect with a stinger. Well, three of them, actually.
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