Have you ever had this: when you think about a person, he immediately appears on the horizon? I think many have come across this phenomenon. It is easy to explain if you have known this person for a long time and firmly, you understand each other without words, or if you are good close friends. Or, for example, you managed to anticipate the resolution of a particular situation, develop a topic, finish a phrase before the interlocutor utters it. Such synchronicities can be justified by the presence of "one wave" that unites people belonging to the same group, family, egregor.
It is much more difficult to interpret events that, at first glance, are absolutely illogical, accidental and even absurd. Now I'm talking about a strange, mystical connection at a distance between strangers, the prediction of things and events that I had no idea about before.
How are these oddities to be explained? The presence of a worldwide information field, developed intuition, the ability to read the future, to anticipate it a few seconds before it comes?
I don’t know, I don’t have an exact answer, I’m not a scientist. I am just a little "weird", not like everyone else. In childhood and adolescence, this dissimilarity from others brought a lot of suffering and trouble. With age, the situation has leveled off, it has become much more interesting and easier to live, knowing that there are things that are not visible to others, but are obvious to me and are given easily. But more about that some other time. Now let's talk about strange coincidences and accidents, which in fact are not.
There have been many such incidents in my life, but one that happened about 20 years ago still haunts me.
I always knew that I had a half-brother and sister somewhere. Both are older than me, fatherless, for several years. A brother for many, a sister for only five years. Despite the harsh sanctimonious morality of those years, my mother did not weave me heroic stories about "the daddy of a polar submariner pilot." Once honestly saying that she gave birth to me "for herself", from a married man. Well, her right was to choose, mine - to reap the benefits of such a stupid and selfish act. But that's not the point. I knew about my brother and sister, and this absolutely did not interfere with my life. She did not perceive them as relatives and did not burn with the desire to meet.
The person who graciously allowed me to be born, inheriting part of his genetic code, was rarely remembered, almost never. And why. I never saw my dad, and he never wanted to participate in the upbringing of a bastard.
At the time of that strange call, I was already twenty years old, or a little more. This day was clearly remembered. My mother and I are sitting in the kitchen, talking about something. Suddenly, she turns the conversation to my biological father, they say, how is he doing there. I haven't called for a while. Yes, he periodically appeared on her horizon, but exclusively by phone, and in case of extreme alcoholic intoxication. They did not invite me to the apparatus, but only casually interested in how the girl was doing there.
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Before the mother's question hung in the air, the phone rang. There were no mobiles then, the city was ringing. I get up, go to the apparatus. Why this phrase suddenly came to my mind, I do not know, but I clearly said: “I even know who is calling now! This is Marinka. " Mother looked at me in a daze: “She doesn't know our number! Doesn't know about you. It's a secret, you know! " Smiling, I pick up the phone. I hear a woman's voice asking for the phone to me.
I introduce myself, and without a pause, with a grin, I say that I know who my interlocutor is. There was a hitch at the other end of the line, then the girl with a challenge asked: "And who is it ?!" I answer that she is Marinka, my half-sister on my father's side. The scandalous tone that the sister first took quickly faded away. The girl was surprised at my knowledge, admitted that she found out about my existence literally an hour ago, when our common papa once again came home "in the mood." I had to tell my half-sister that I always knew about the fact of her stay on this planet, but did not attach much importance to it. I didn't get into friends and relatives, knowing full well what a blow it was for people. Appreciating my nobility, my sister offered to meet in real life.
When I hung up the phone, my mother bombarded me with questions. She could not believe that it happened "here and now." We were just talking about my step-siblings when the bell rang. What came first? Our thought provoked a fit of resolve in Marina, and she began to furiously wind up the telephone disk in the hope of a scandal to her heart's content? Or, conversely, her righteous anger stirred up our feelings and drove a wave of memories of the past. One way or another, but the connection between these events can be traced: hardly somewhere on the other side of the city an emotional torch flared up, when the heat of its flame immediately reached its goal.
I will say right away: the meeting "in real life" took place. But she was the first and only one. We sat nicely at Marina's house, got drunk to the screeching of a pig, swore eternal love, asked each other for forgiveness. We parted on a positive note, with promises to meet and communicate. But that's all. We have never crossed paths in this life again. Now, in the presence of social networks, finding a person is a matter of minutes. But apparently there, upstairs, only one meeting of the two sisters was planned. Neither I nor Marina again, after this significant conciliatory drinking binge, took a single step towards each other. Why, you ask. I do not know. Maybe because we were similar not only externally, but also internally. I am very cool about family ties, I do not cling to the remnants of a few relatives, and I don’t even call on holidays. Marina seems toexactly the same. After all, we are sisters, daughters of the same father. We not only have the same color of eyes and hair, but also thoughts. But blood kinship doesn't always count.
In my opinion, the emotional connection is much more important. You never know, with whom I have a similar appearance. The main thing is that thoughts, preferences and desires coincide. And why spoil a beautiful fairy tale. Let everything remain in memory: one strange call and one stormy meeting.
