I’ve often said that I don’t really believe in coincidences any more. Here’s one example of why.
Today, while performing a Handfasting ritual, I called to the elements to set the space, as I always do. It was a sunny, calm day, but we were indoors due to the physical needs of those present.
Air made itself known by billowing the curtains on command (and cheekily blowing the skirt of my robe). Water likewise, by having the kitchen tap suddenly burst out some drips when called.
This may seem to be just my noticing because I was looking at that precise moment. Except that something like this happens at every single ritual I’ve ever done.
From rainbows appearing when the couple say their vows, to storms waiting until we’re done before letting rip (more than once).
And that’s before I even mention what happens when I call on ancestors or Gods by name.
Many years of such occurrences have taught me to keep both an open mind and open eyes. You call with true intent… you will get an answer.
Something to bear in mind next time you say ‘Oh Gods, help.’ 😉