I recently needed new bicycle tyres. The difficulty I had finding suitable tyres in the remote region of Portugal where I live, is another story. Suffice to say, I eventually located a shop in a different part of the country that stocked them, and they sent them to me. Once they arrived, I drove to my local town to find a man I had been told about, who mostly repairs garden machines but also does the odd bike. The next day, I cycled to his workshop to have the tyres fitted. The ride home was uneventful. A few days later, I planned to cycle a new route, quite a long one, and was looking forward to it. I checked the tyre pressures before setting off and found they had dropped a little, so I added air. A few minutes later, there was an almighty bang. I reeled in shock. It was so loud that I couldn’t work out where it had come from. I scanned the basement (where the bike lives), to see if the heating system or the water filtration system had exploded? No. Then I cast my eyes to my bike. Lo and behold, the front tyre had blown clean off the wheel and the inner tube was shattered. At one level, I was relieved it wasn’t more serious. At another level, I was gutted! I would have to put the bike on the back of the car and take it into town to get a new inner tube fitted.

Meanwhile, all dressed up and ready to go, I decided to do a walk instead. The sun was shining and the views were glorious, which helped me get over the disappointment of being on ‘shanks pony’ rather than my bike. I was grateful that divine synchronicity had organised things so that I wasn’t stranded miles from home, or catapulted from my bike on a speedy downhill descent, when the explosion occurred.

That wasn’t the only divine intervention of late. At this point, I am going to meander off piste. There has been a recurring message recently, from various spiritually orientated sources, along the lines of ….‘We are a spark of creative source, having a human experience. We are made of the same stuff, so everything we need is contained within. Unimagined abilities to heal ourselves, direct connection with source intelligence, telepathy, wisdom of the universe and more. We were created perfect but have long since forgotten who we really are. Therefore, it isn’t a question of self-improvement, it is ‘simply’ (I wish!) a question of allowing what is, to be. And as we become a grander version of ourselves, so too, will the world around us.’... I have instinctively known this since early adulthood, and been on a quest to develop some of these abilities all my life, prompted by a multitude of challenges I have faced in more run of the mill quests such as business, sport and relationships. Obviously, mastery of our divine gifts is a ‘lives-long’ work in progress!

Recently, I experienced a tiny little metaphor for this idea, which made me smile. Since moving to the area, I had been searching for a local source of fresh organic food. Everyone who lives rurally in Portugal grows their own fruit and vegetables, and I have been the grateful recipient of some of my kind neighbours’ organic produce. However, I had to buy most of what I needed from the local town, which was not organic. I was prepared to drive to other towns an hour away, if I could only find a supplier, but there were none. The region is poor and, for most, paying a premium for organic food is out of the question. Hence there is no demand (and little awareness of the benefits, for that matter). I did, however, discover a monthly food market in the town and, to my joy, identified one seller who grows organically. Still, I needed more food in between markets, as I am vegetarian and eat mostly fruit and vegetables.

As you may recall in the recent audio ‘A funny afternoon’, I met an organic producer who showed me her land. I thought she was interested in selling it to me. But no, she just wanted to give me a tour of her beloved farm. She told me she supplied a shop in the local town, one I hadn’t noticed. I visited immediately, of course, and was thrilled to find it stocked quite a selection of fruit and veg’ produced by local chemical-free growers. So, with the market and this shop, the solution was on my doorstep all the time!

A little while later, another mini metaphor occurred. During the two week toxic tarmacing ‘madness’ in my village (blog entitled ‘an assault on the senses’), another mini metaphor presented itself. I couldn’t exit the village on my usual walking route. So, I was forced to look for a different walk. Through a process of trial and error and a bit of bush-bashing, I discovered an even more spectacular walk, at higher altitude, with a bigger vista. Again, on my doorstep. Whilst ogling at the incredible view, I noticed a couple of valleys behind the village, that were not previously visible. I had already asked around the village if there was any land for sale. I viewed a couple of pieces which, sadly, were not suitable and thought that was it. But it wasn’t. I could now see there was more. Could it be, there was land for the ‘Earth Collective’ project within walking distance of my village?!

I checked out the hidden valleys and liked what I saw. I even managed to find the person who owns a large chunk of them. That person turned out to be my next door neighbour! Today, she showed me her lands. It’s early stages, as I need to find out if they are suitable regards planning laws, but I am chuckling to myself about the irony, or more correctly, divine synchronicity of this discovery, having spent endless hours driving the entire region dropping leaflets in cafes!

When I found myself down yet another cul-de-sac in my land search as few weeks ago, I wrote a note to myself in very large letters and pinned it to the kitchen wall….”Every day, everything is unfolding in the most perfect way.” And so it seems.

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