9 Apr


“Even when you think you have your life all mapped out, things happen that shape your destiny in ways that you might never have imagined. The coincidences or little miracles that happen every day of your life are hints that the universe has much bigger plans for you than you ever dreamed of for yourself.” – Deepak Chopra – The Spontaneous Fulfillment of Desire

I picked up the above book that the quote is pulled from a few days ago, I’ve had it on my shelf for about 3 years now. I’ve read half of it before but put it down until now. Sometimes, our eyes and our perceptions are just not ready yet for what needs to be revealed. In this book, Chopra talks about synchrodestiny which is a state he says is like, “When you live your life with an appreciation of coincidences and their meanings, you connect with the underlying field of infinite possibilities. This is when the magic begins.”

I love the feeling of the universe pulling you forward and you can witness the events being strung together.

Story time.

When I went on my very first school build to Nicaragua I was 21, my son was 1/2, and I was a single mother going to school full time with no income. I never even conceived that at the time, it wouldn’t be feasible or impossible. I stood firmly in the mantra, “if what you’re doing is right, if what you’re doing is good, then what you need will find you.”

A close friend also joined up to go on the volunteer trip and we fund raised together. Our “big-ticket” fund raiser was a punk rock concert called “Punk Rock for Pura Vida” and we had some local bands and another travel and play for free. We made tshirts, wrote proposals, got rooms sponsored, the whole nine. By the end of the night we made about 150 dollars.

We were less than 3 weeks away from our trip and we still needed around 1500 dollars in order to go. It seemed hopeless.

My friend and I sat in a stairwell downtown and she said to me, with the sun beaming down on us, “I don’t know man, I don’t think we’re going to make it.”

“Shhh…” I said, “It’s going to happen.”

At that moment I seen a car pull out with a Mulitia Mufflers decal on the back windshield and I felt a pull.

“Let’s go to that muffler shop,” I said.

My friend looked at me like I was delirious, “The motherfucking muffler shop? Are you serious?”

“Let’s go,” I said and got up.

We pull up to the muffler shop, and there’s a Harley or two outside and big jacked up trucks. I’m not sure what I’m doing there but I was following a prompt.

“You’re asking,” she said.

I walk up to the counter and there’s a man with sleeve tattoos behind the counter and he looks like a bad ass. I talk for 30 seconds about what we’re doing, about the show, and give him a paper proposal we made up previously.

He doesn’t look at it, but he says, “How much?”

I shrug my shoulders, “Anything will help.”

He reaches into a drawer under the counter and tosses 300 dollars onto the table. My eyes go wide. My friend is dumbfounded.

Shortly after we had enough money to go. I have a couple stories like this BUT this thread continues. On my second school build trip I was able to visit the first school I helped build and took pictures of it and the kids playing there. On my way home, I’m boarding a flight in Vancouver, the only flight to my small home town, and am seated next to this guy who looks slightly familiar.

We start chatting, and then I tell him where I just came from. Then we talk some more, and he tells me about his business, a muffler shop.

I look at him again and realize it’s the guy who gave me 300 dollars for my first trip.

“You donated money to me, the first trip I went on. Thank you. Do you want to see pictures of the school you helped build last year?” I ask him.

We look at photos together, and I am BLOWN away by these crazy links, and how it came full circle.

I also believe that everything happens for a purpose, whether it be fucked up or fairy tale like.

When I was 13 I was raped and left for dead outside of town. A few boys found me along side some rail road tracks and called the police, whom called the ambulance. I was barely alive and would have died from hypothermia if the boys had not found me. After this traumatic experience I knew I couldn’t go back to school, because everyone in town knew about it. So I was moved to a larger city 4 hours away to live with my aunt.

It was in this city that I made friends with an amazing girl, whom I am proud to say that I know still. This girl, was the girl who started the Indigenous Youth Empowering Students (IYES) program with the Schoolbox founder. Schoolbox is the organization that does the schoolbuilds (and much more) in Nicaragua.

Had the unfortunate event in my early teens not happened, I would have never met Danielle, and most likely would have never went to Nicaragua at all. I’m going for my third time this summer, and I even helped revitalize and boost the IYES program last year as an employee of Schoolbox. These experiences have changed my life and their goodness outweighs that of my past. For this I can be grateful.

There are no coincidences my friends. I feel connected once again to this big and beautiful mysterious universe and I trust in it, and I believe in miracles. I’m living, breathing, healthy AND sober.. I have to believe in miracles. Im living one already!

Have a blessed day.


Helen K

PS this qualifies as my Good Heart Project post 😉



2 Responses to “Synchrodestiny”

  1. atsyed87 April 12, 2013 at 12:15 am #

    This was a really beautiful recollection. Painful, too, in parts. Learning to see your life from a higher perspective like that is one of the hardest things you can do, but it’s also very rewarding.

    • Helen K April 12, 2013 at 12:30 am #

      It’s definitely tricky, and takes a while but it’s one of my most cherished learnings.

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