Remember how I had no idea where I was headed in 1980

 My Life wants me to remember how I had no idea where I was headed in 1980 when the synchs began and that I knew I had to let them grow and even leaves come out on the tree,, words and ideas but until I was struck to the heart,,,,, I had no real idea yet!

But then alone for years my attention stayed on YOU and what a wonderful rapture of poetry in the synchronicities came. Cameo's Pearls, Roses, fragrance and every little synch giving me what I needed when I was far from home walking, letting my broken heart unfold. Dreaming of how I would reach you through what was coming that everyone would presume what it meant but I intended it in order to reveal the smallest of points overlooked. It already happened many times in history because of beliefs... like WW2 but something swept the true meaning under the carpet. Mammon So, this time I intended the SPIRIT reveal what is separating us, what is covering up what you need in order to "use you" hmmm what could that be?

Coalition of Teachers, not to give an interpretation but to reveal how to grow a tree of Synchronicity with SPIRIT on your own. We need trees bringing fruit to taste and wonder about like the writings of those who went before us also intended. Not another veil to cover the eyes and separate each side again but fruit of experience of those having real experience with the SPIRIT and revealing their lives growing like a tree.

I can look at this life as many lives their was that childhood of milk of the words of Jesus written in red reaching for the SPIRIT and the synchs beginning and adolescence of bread, the boughs of the tree forming by those initial synchs from the SPIRIT. Then the jolt of having my heart reached and the blood and water, the rapture and tears of experience that came in the form of poetry. Such as the Honeybee and the Appletree. The veil of interpretations that only separate YOU and I. The layers of the heart a rose, a cameo, a pearl of the dna reflected in the mirror of my experience.

Through intention synchronicity and patience the tree is grown and one day the words like poetry burst out on the tree, then fruit of what was needed showing up in the moment.