Art on an Island

A Myriad of coincidences are happening in my life DAILY, and I need some answers. JUST this week three very strange things have happened. I have a male coworker that I love to bounce ideas off of, as he gives extremely straight forward advice from a different perspective than my own. We aren’t very close but I still feel a very calm and safe vibe about him. At our job, we have to call out names of customers as their order is ready for pick up. One day, my coworker yelled the name Kylie, and I felt this instant urge to think on it. I randomly repeated the name while looking at him and asked, “Was there ever anyone in your life close to you named Kylie?” He smirked and said, “yeah.” Seemingly a little weirded out. I then prodded, “ Romantically?” and he smirked again, let out a throaty laugh noise, and nodded. I noticed his eyebrows were a little raised and he kept one eye on me for the next few days like I really creeped him out. I didn’t let him know that this creeped ME out too. This happened about three months ago. We have since become a bit closer and talk about many things. Just three days ago- may it be noted the moon is in a high waxing stage- He was showing me pictures from childhood because he knows I get a kick out of learning about EVERYONE’s past and family and heritage. He flipped to a photo of a young girl that he said was his niece. Doing something niece-y, that his sister sent him to be a proud uncle. I again felt that strange urge to say random words and said, “She looks like a Brooke.” WELL guess what. Her name is Brooklyn. At this point, my coworker knows of my powers/my strangeness and just shakes his head and laughs a breathy laugh. (He then asked me to identify his nephew by name and I couldn’t). Strange moment #1. On to strange moment #2: I’m at work on a quiet day. My boyfriend calls me and says he urgently needs a picture of his passport that is at home; a short drive away. Since I had time, I ran home and grabbed his pile of passports. He has a few as he is a Merchant Mariner (Captain), and a German and U.S. citizen. All books are a different color but I didn’t have time to untie them so I brought them to work where I’d feel better about time. As I am holding these passports, a young girl customer that visits daily, and is often surfing the inter web and commenting to me on pictures and stories she reads on her cell phone, yelled to me across the kitchen, “Colleen, have you seen how many different colored passport books there are?”  I stare at the pan of three passports I’m holding in my hand and I take a step back to give her the most baffled stare. She looks at me as if to say, “Why are you looking at me like that?” I say, “Taylor, look at my hands!”She says, “What are those?”I say, “THREE DIFFERENT COLORED PASSPORTS!”We can’t believe it. She had no idea I was holding them or went to get them. She shows me the picture on her phone she was referring to of twenty different passports. Three of which were the same ones I was holding. Again, WHY? The third coincidence just happened moments ago. My boyfriend and I had to stop by the local marine store for some boat gear and I had to swing in to the small grocery store to get few random items for what I would call a fancy dinner I’m planning for tomorrow. Honey was on my list but my boyfriend was rushing me and I know this store to only carry the fanciest and most expensive honeys that are actually all just dyed high fructose corn syrup. So we leave and I’m racking my brain as to what substitute I can use at home. When these kind of things happen, I file them into a folder in my brain I should call, “Constant Anxiety until Solution is Found.” In order to get home, we have to jump on a boat to our island ferry dock, then take a motorcycle home. The groundskeeper of our HOA in our tiny party of a tiny island is a local wise man who I rarely see. He calls us over to his porch and I see he is working on something. He closes a jar and hands it to me. It’s honey. A huge jar of local, Water Island, real honey. I was speechless.  I find these things to always happen to me around the Waxing moon stages. Anyone have similar stories? Are these our past lives sending us messages? or predictions?