My connection to the Universe doesn’t always show up in forms that I prefer.
For example, I see the numbers 911 a lot. I mean a whole lot.
For years (no joke—years), this really bugged me. I was pissed that my synchronicities showed up in numbers that either meant an emergency was imminent or a reminder of one of the worst days in American history.
Other people find white feathers and heart-shaped stones as their signs from the Universe,