Conference hydra::dejavu

		All of the events in this story which appear to be just luck
	I suggest were destiny.  In that I mean all of it was meant to be. I
	have been in a similar circumstance where it was just to coincidental
	to be considered luck.  I'll quickly summarize my story below.

		I lived in northern California but was raised in Quincy, Mass.
	I had just lost the only job I could get in a while but had won a large
	sum in a poker game at that time.  I decided I wanted to go back to Mass
	so I fixed up my van and left on a moments notice.  I was heading 
	directly for Boston.  I made it to the middle of the desert in Nevada
	very close to the Idaho border when my truck died, beyond repair.  I
	was 50 miles from anything. I made it to the next town and had someone
	go out and tow my truck to a gas station.  The cost of the tow cleaned
	me out and the nature of the repair wasn't worth it to fix.  So a guy 
	offered me ten bucks for the van.  I took it.  I wired my father in
	Tampa Florida for money to get back.  He sent it only if I would go to
	Tampa instead of Boston.  I disgruntly agreed.  I had to take a bus
	and the money was just enough for the ticket.  The ride took 5 days
	and I had to go out at every bus stop and steal food (fruit, ect.)
	to eat.  Every time the food was right there and easy to get.  I was
	also attacked by a gang of migrant fruit pickers who were with me all
	the way there because they were going to Florida to pick oranges. 
	When they surrounded me in a mens room in Talahassey I thought I was
	finished.  Knives were out and ready when they just calmed down and 
	walked away.  I finally made it to Tampa where my Dad got me.

		That night, a few hours after I arrived, we got a phone call
	from Boston.  It was my brother telling us that my oldest sister,
	pregnant and mother of four, had just been killed in a car accident.
	My father, who has a bad heart, and mother who was almost blind couldn't
	handle it alone.  I took care of all the arrangements.  If I hadn't gone
	to Tampa My Dad may have had a breakdown.  All went as well as could be.

		I have often thought that everything that happened to me were
	a chain of events that steered me to be in the right place at the right
	time.  People said it was luck but I disagree.  I feel it was all pre-
	destined right from winning the poker money to getting into Tampa right
	on time.

		Sorry for the long windedness of this reply but I did want to
	emphasize destiny over luck.

							Jorge'

	I think I can understand these two examples, in that I have often

felt the same way about a series of 'chance' events ... you feel as though

things could NEVER have happened in any other way. I cannot bring a good

example of this to mind, but I do feel that often, situations appear to

involve some kind of 'background' manipulation in that although a mountain

of possibilities present themselves, only one has the right 'feel' to it,

however more logical others may seem.


	Maybe there is no such thing as luck, it just seems as though something

APPEARS to offer free choice.





							Jamie.

RE: .1

   I don,t think it is destiny but more along the lines of being watched over
by what most people would call gardian angles and which I prefer to call Guides.

   What I'm saying is that God saw to it that this womans needs were taken care
of by setting into motion the necessary conditions that would bring her to
where the proper care could be provided.  This woman probably still has things
to accomplish in this life before here checkout time so god took care of her
to see that she would stay around.

   This comes under the same catagory of people who servive (lets say a terrible
plane crash) without a scratch and other are kill or seriously injured.  They 
are being watched over because they are not finished with this life or do not 
have any Karmic lessons to be learned by being hurt or killed. 

   This is how it has been explained to be in my conversations with various
channels (similar to Edgar Cayce).


                                 steve

Re .3:

	Dot later said to me, "I beleive I've got a really overworked
guardian angel."

Steve Kallis, Jr.

Follow-up:

	A letter in the mail from Dot informed me that her problem
(which was _very_ serious) was caught completely, according to her
doctors.

Steve Kallis, Jr.

I'm not sure if this one goes here, but.......

I, my ex, another couple and their one year old and three year old and dog,
took our three canoes up to the Missinabi river in Ontario for a wilderness
canoeing and camping trip.  We had done such trips before without major
incident.  

On this trip, things started going wrong from the beginning.  There was
friction over the dates, work schedules didn't fit, the children were
very ill right before the trip, etc...  We drove up to Ontario and most things
continued to go wrong, to the point where I wanted to pull out and cancel
the trip, but not having the guts to do that I went on with it.  On the
way to drop off the cars the muffler got trashed, at the put in point
bears riffled through our stuff, never enough to abort the trip, just
enough to feel like a strong warning.  Then on the morning we pulled out
the children's father smashed his thumb, which should have stopped it all
but didn't.

Anyway, the trip was awful.  It rained constantly, we had headwinds,
one of the canoes flipped in the rapids, the baby had near terminal
diaper rash.....more bears, a skunk trashed our camp....and it kept
on being like we were fighting our way up hill.  Nothing ever really
tragic, just really yuck-o.

Until we decided to pull out early.  A couple of timber surveyors stumbled
upon us in a downpour, we were camped - all of the families clothes
completely soaked - and they told us over coffee that the lumber camp
just down the river was having their weekly drive into town the next night.
So we went there and at that point everything went like clock-work.  
People appeared out the wood-work to help us, and on the drive home
with the broken muffler we managed to 'randomly' pick a motel that 'just
happened to' have a Midas store in the back lot, which just happened
to be open, which just happened to have the proper  parts....

i came away from it all with a much more real feeling for how to figure
out when i'm going where i'm 'supposed to be'.  I don't know if
that makes sense, it's rather hard to explain.

Alison

	Follow your instincts!!.......................Jorge'

    re .7:
    >  Follow your instincts!!.......................Jorge'
    
    ...As long as you're sure they're _your_ instincts! :-)
    
    Steve Kallis, Jr.
    

    This is rather silly, but it relates to "following your instincts."
    
    In my commute to work, there is a point where there are two different
    ways to go.  One is shorter, but has heavier traffic, the other
    goes through backroads.  I always have a hard time deciding which
    way to go, as one can never tell which route will be backed up.  The 
    funny thing is that I sometimes have this real *feeling* that I should 
    go a particular way.  I used to ignore this, following logic rather
    than emotion, as it were.  Each time I did this, I ended up sitting
    in a traffic snarl-up *forever*!!  I would always sit, stewing,
    and wonder if following my instincts would have put me onto Rt.2
    more easily.
    
    Lately, I've decided to go with these feelings when I have them.
    Each time I do, I sail right over the roads.  It happened again
    today.  I just felt that I should go straight rather than the way
    I've gone every other day this week.  I didn't even have to stop
    for a light!!!! (If you did this drive every morning, you would
    understand what a truly wonderful thing this is)!  
    
    Of course I should find a friend to follow me and go the opposite
    way for comparison's sake, but this is not possible.  Ah well.
    
    ----------
    
    A related experience: one can take either branch of a fork in the
    road to reach my house.  A few times this year, I've had *incredibly*
    strong feelings about going a particular way.  Actually, it was
    a sense of dread, a feeling that something horrible would happen
    if I went the other way. (The way people drive in my neiborhood,
    like maniacs, this is very possible).  The feelings were so strong
    that I changed my original plans and went the "safe" route.  I'm
    happy to report uneventful drives, but keet wondering if I narrowly
    averted some kind of disaster.
    
    Not the most earth-shattering extra-sensory experiences, but strange
    just the same.  I wish this would manifest itself in other areas
    of my life!!
    
    
    					- Sarah
    

    Long before (personally) 'officially admitting' the psychic-realm,
    I was utterly convinced that I led 'a charmed life'. Not wealth;
    not power; just continuous 'luck' in many matters (beginning with
    grammar-school. As Robin Williams says in a recent film: "I had
    it all in nursery school: I was the first one to memorise all of
    'Teensy Weensie Spider'"). It hasn't been either predictable or
    (unfortunately) controllable. But it has continued, intermittently.
    Often accused of being a Polyanna, I still believe it's more than
    my 'share of good fortune' distributed by unknown algorithm(s).
    I've been 'lucky' to have been aware of it from an early age.
    That alone is a liberation inappropriate guilt/karma. QED.
    As my soimetime friend, a percussionist, insists:
    "Grace is random." Not quite. It's relocatable.
    
    - Boleslaw  

My feelings of "guidence" span years.

After getting out of college, I got a job in the DC area.  After some time 
there, I had commented to someone about moving to Atlanta, GA (was tired of 
military contracts).  Shortly after this, I met a fellow (who was a contractor
based out of Atlanta, there for about 1 year).  We had somewhat of a
relationship, and when his contract was up, I made the decision to go to 
Atlanta (knowing that there was competition there, and that the relationship
most likely would not last).  Work obliged by firing me as soon as they got
wind of it.

Things did not happen for me until I picked up and actually made the move (job
hunting for something in Atlanta from DC is not easy).  The car my folks gave
me (10 years old, with over 100,000 miles on it) survived until I parked it
at the temporary residence I would have in GA.  At about the same time, a
cousin moved into Atlanta, and I spent a few weeks with her while job hunting.
I got a job waiting tables, which got me my own apartment, and one month later
got my job with DEC (easily, I might add, the interview seemed more like
a matter of formality, rather than necessity).

Well, as predicted, the relationship didn't last, but I eventually found my
husband.  Several months after we were married, I had not one, but two job
opportuneties in New England (necessary for my career, but I hadn't expected
to easily find one - I looked for one month before the opportuneties appeared
within one day of each other).  Six months after we were married, we were in
New Hampshire.

It was also fortuitous that the UWS project was moved to California.  I was
the Maintainability Engineer for that project, and management didn't want to
relocate me to there, so I said, "time to look for something else I want to do",
and my current position became known to me.  All so easily.

There have been other things occurring around me that say, I have been in the
right places at the right times, just by following instincts and taking the
opportunities I needed as the presented themselves.  I have met people that I
am closer to than ever before in my life (besides family), and have started to
learn the psychic things that I have been seeking for most of my life (because
of some inate abilities I can't ignore).


Unlike the earlier note, where every thing went so wrong for him, life probably
wouldn't have been bad if I hadn't followed the nudges, but life has definitely
been better.

Beth