"Do you believe in signs?" my friend asked me today.
I smiled, and replied, "I see them all the time."
The moments when you are pondering your thoughts and two people pass by and you catch just those four words from their conversation that seem to be the perfect answer to the question that was troubling you.
The moments when you have a thought and you see a number combination such as 222 or 220220 and, remembering that a friend had mentioned that angels communicate in numbers, you look it up on Google and discover that the message contained in the number perfectly fits the thought you were having.
Or like when you are travelling in India and this guy in a gem shop tells you that your root and throat chakras are blocked, then the rest of the trip seems to involve two major life lessons, one relating to a sense of belonging and the other to authentic communication, then, when it's all done, you read through your diary and realise the connection, and notice also that throughout the whole trip you had a fascination with the colours red (root) and blue (throat) when usually you love greens and purples, and that every room you stayed in was also painted in those colours.
Signs give me confirmation, guide my action, or deter me from taking action; they are the way the Universe guides my decisions and supports my growth so that I can fulfill my destiny.
Signs make me feel that the Universe is interacting with me, supporting me; they make me feel that I am not alone in this world, but part of something greater ... because it feels like a kind of magical communication between the supreme consciousness and my individual one.
And just as, in salsa, my partner guides my moves with gestures while I dance the steps, signs signal my flow as the environment and I are in a constant cosmic dance together.
Do you see the signs?