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Just incase any of you missed it, here is chapter 1 of my book "The Chronicles of Synchronicity". Looking for your feedback on this. Chapter 1 is more or less a taste of the themes within the book. 

Chapter outline:
 

Chapter 1 - “The Dark Night of the Soul”

Chapter 2 - “When We Lived In A Tribe” 

Chapter 3 - “The Sylvethian Realm”

Chapter 4 - “Evia and Elias find one another”

Chapter 5 - “Kate and Ethan Synchronistically Meet” 

Chapter 6 - “The Ayahuasca journey” 

Chapter 7: “New beginnings, new perspectives” 

Chapter 8 - “The Journey to the Sun” 

Chapter 9 – Social struggles and Healing visions

Chapter 10: “Energy Healing Practises”

Chapter 11: “A Rite of Passage”

Chapter 12: “Dreamwork” 

Chapter 13: “A Sun Dance Birthday”

Chapter 14 - “Space of Love”

Chapter 15: “The Wedding”

Chapter 16 - “The Journey to My Future Self”

Chapter 17 - “Elemental Portals”

Chapter 18 - “Light Story of Humanity” 

The Chronicles of Synchronicity

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KIM KAYS

Editors notes

This story is written from the perspective of a woman reflecting over her life. There are moments where the voice is being spoken from either her past, present or future self or in the reflection of a vision. 

Acknowledgements

This book is dedicated to all of you sweet souls out there who are looking for answers. Synchronicity Squad, you know who you are.

It is also dedicated to the many people who helped me along my own journey, I would not be where I am today if it were not for your grace and kindness.

Finally, I dedicate this book to the love of my life, Eddie. Many chapters are based on our interactions together.

Chapter 1 - “The Dark Night of the Soul”

My name is Kate, and this is the unforgettable story of my awakening to Life and to Synchronicity. Thinking back over my life so far, I realize my experiences up until this point have all woven together to create a magnificent tapestry. This elegant tapestry has been interlaced with both dark and light thread, and every colour in-between. Though my story is not yet complete, many lengths of its’ thread have secretly stitched themselves together, forming a tale all their own. It is a never-ending story that is continuously being woven by the Chronicles (i.e., stories through time) of Synchronicity. These threads reach out into the infinite galaxy of possibilities, and so do yours. 

So, now is the time. Synchronicity has called me to share this story so that it may be of value to those who need to receive it the most. It’s a story that few would have the courage to share—because it is so unconventional—but share I will, nonetheless. Let me begin by telling you a story of my darkest night—a night I now understand to be the gateway of my soul's awakening. To get there, I will transport you through time to when I was comfortable enough to face the repressed emotions still lingering from the earlier ordeal. My narrative begins a year later, on an unsuspecting rainy evening, wherein my remembering and revelations of this unusual event begin to appear. 

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One drizzly evening, as I settle into my comfy, warm bed, gratitude fills my being. I ponder over some of the most recent, unlikely events, and replay the synchronicities in my mind. I had stumbled upon an opportunity to travel to several countries through some job opportunities. I was especially eager yet apprehensive to be starting such an extraordinary journey. After all, I knew this was a blessing from Synchronicity, which would take me even closer to my 'true' path, or so I hoped. As the rain began to pelt favourably against my bedroom window, outside of my little house in England, I melt into an unusual sense of tranquillity and accomplishment. I’m awash in the sudden, yet heart filling feeling that I am now at a place of deeper understanding in my life. Although, I still suffer many nights spent pondering over unsuccessful jobs and relationships that did not suit me. Yet, as if it was a passing illusion, none of the events of my past seemed to matter. Right now I could sense destiny calling—with my travelling adventures commencing tomorrow, a surge of excitement, paired with a healthy dose of anxiousness looms. There is distinct confidence in the flow and pull of the universe, beckoning me to keep moving forward into the unknown.

Holding this welcomed new feeling in my heart, I turn off my bedside lamp and gaze at the stars out of my window. Speculating thoughts overtook me again. How I had managed to swap the nine-to-five lifestyle with a ticket to travel the world instead? I made sense of this profound luck thanks to Synchronicity. The conscious awareness of life and unlikely coincidences which align for a deeper meaning and reason. I am still relatively new to this awareness of Synchronicity. It was only recently that I came across the notion that we are all active co-creators of our world. It had been revealed to me that the pairing of Synchronicity and spirituality could operate as the ‘software’. Software that Source uses to align the dynamic resonance of our dreams, with the manifest reality of the world.  

As I begin to relax into my body now, listening to the rain trickle and tickle the rooftops, I find myself drifting in and out of sleep. Simultaneously, the visions characteristic of this in-between state begin to emerge. With a new sense of alertness, my attention is directed toward a place that feels like home. Here, I can see and sense worlds within worlds of which, my conscious mind usually forgets about the next day. These nightly inner travels can traverse space and time, unhindered by the ‘laws of physics’. Ordinarily, these journeys are into situations from my past, but also to visions of my potential future. Tonight, however, my intuition is guiding me to visit somewhere explicit. 

Abruptly, with the unmistakable force of an outdated paradigm, I am jolted awake, unsettled by the quickened beat of my heart. My mind had been reminiscing over my discomforting past circumstances again. I suddenly felt dissolution, sensing into the fears that lay ahead of me, as well as the past that still haunted me. This last year had been filled with the most intense obscurity. So many changes and seeming mistakes had been made. It bothered me presently to know that the energy charge was mostly still alive in my heart. Even with these new opportunities now beckoning me forward, I still had a lot of shadows to face within. 

Earlier in the year, I uncovered a social anxiety disorder, which had spurned my addiction to alcohol during most of my teenage years. Leaving me with a painful stomach ulcer and a great deal of inner confusion at the time. It got so bad that I was losing the will to live, and became severely depressed during the final months of writing my dissertation at university. I recognised that I had experienced so many fears of failure throughout my life. However, I had finally finished what I thought was impossible—graduating from university and finding a job. Yet, my path was now to leave all that behind to travel the world. Deep in my heart, I knew that the trials and tribulations were far from over, but a readiness came about after a challenging experience prior, which I will tell you about shortly.

I had already tried my hand at many jobs, including working in a call centre. To be candid, I hated every second of it. To keep myself motivated at the time, I created an online spiritual business in hopes that it would allow me to experience a deeper calling. What actually happened was even better. This new vocation began aligning me with valuable Synchronicities—the gravity of which I would not be fully aware of until years to come. The drudgery of the call centre was my idea of hell, and I only lasted five months there until resigning, even without knowing what on earth I would do next. Quitting meant going back home again, to a sense of shame and the all-to-familiar lingering feeling of my unworthiness. Regardless, I realised my choice to get out of there was a far cry better than living in a cramped, cold, city house with three random strangers. I missed the countryside and nature. It was so far outside of my preferred way of life that I could feel the life force dwindling within me. Getting out of there was the single biggest decision that changed the course of my life. As I ponder all of this, I settle down again and readjust my sleeping position.

“It doesn’t matter now, though,” I quietly assert to myself, “I’m right where I need to be.” The fear in my chest subsiding as I realise Synchronicity is on my side now. I’d been feeling it work its magic behind the scenes for a while now. I noticed new opportunities rewarding me every time I would gratefully flow with the divine timing of the universe. By seeking to venture out into an unknown world, a unique chance has perfectly lined up for me this time. In closing an old door, even without knowing what I would do next, a brand new door of opportunity and excitement has opened to me. This time though, I knew I had to make a choice to tap into my courage instead of fear.

Disregarding this, my mind suddenly argued: "But how do I not choose fear?" Anxiety and depression had been a part of my life for over a decade! At school, college, and work-life, everything had seemed backwards to me. No matter how hard I tried, I could not seem to fit in anywhere. A consistent feeling of inferiority had travelled with me throughout those younger years. This elusive rejection from life eventually led me to the desperation of continually coming home drunk at four am in the night, to then spend days with my head in the toilet. This had become a too regular occurrence for my soul, something had to change—and something did change. "What was safe or spiritual about any of the aspects of the social world I grew up in?" A loud voice butted in again. I had tried it all, partying, studying, smoking, working, drinking, the usual stuff the ‘cool kids’ would do. I was so desperate to heal and find answers during my days at university. I visited doctors and began taking antidepressants. I even made the decision to try synthetic marijuana after a recommendation from a friend. The decision to try this foreign substance transformed my longing for answers into a Dark Night of the Soul. Let’s back up several years ago to my final year as a student at university.

This dark night began on an ordinary evening alone in my room at university. After just three puffs of synthetic ‘fake’ marijuana, I experienced a crippling falling feeling all throughout my body. My consciousness plummeted into deep darkness, completely disorienting my senses. This incident was unlike anything I had ever experienced before. I mentally traversed something that would change my life forever this night. As I travel into this memory now, I’m reliving what it looked and felt like to sink deeper and deeper into the darkest layers of the Earth. During the experience, I could see each earthen layer, annihilating any sense of reality, as I plummeted below myself, into what felt like the depths of hell. That night alone, fearful and confused, something changed in me that was preparing me for a new future—but it came with a great deal of pain and suffering.

Reminiscing, I can clearly recall the reaction of my heart rapidly pulsating in my chest. It felt so intense that I feared I was about to pass out, and no one would be there to help me. At this notion, I fell into a full-blown panic attack, and eventually into an unconscious state—but not before experiencing some of the darkest shadows of my being. It was all so scary and disorientating. This journey into my own darkness felt like torture as I was immersed into every single life decision that I had ever made and later regretted. As I lay in this state of semi-unconsciousness, I felt numb and completely devoid of love. Lying here, pressing into the eeriness of this horrid experience had me shivering in my bed now. Thankfully, my higher self is simultaneously reminding me of the fact that this was all part of the transmutation and transformation process I was on.

When I finally came around from this hellish ‘drug trip’ years ago, I could hardly believe my eyes to be back in my same university bedroom. It was as though I was in some kind of video game, travelling back in time to view me from outside of myself. Everything seemed extremely bright and pierced my senses. Since the experience had been so traumatising, I felt the inmost sense of shame and confusion at the time. I remembered trying to ground, getting up from my bed and placing one foot at a time on the floor. Afterwards, I desperately searched my room for any small presence of love or hope. Anything that would help me make sense of what I had just gone through.

Rummaging through my books, as my head was still spinning uncontrollably, I found a photo album of my family that I had packed before going to university. As I looked at its pages, I saw the faces of my separated mother and father’s faces. I looked deeply into the eyes of my family and all I could hear was a loud, disturbing voice in my head shouting, “THERE IS NO LOVE HERE. LOVE DOESN’T EXIST. YOU'RE KIDDING YOURSELF”. It was as though I had some kind of dementors all around me, yelling at me inside, whilst I tried to search for love. After the drug trip, it felt like love had been drawn out of me, and now I felt utterly hopeless in trying to find it through pictures. The effects of this synthetic drug were still apparent, though these disturbing thoughts also showed me where my mindset was at the time. My untempered, unhindered, and deeply buried past had paved the way for such a negative experience to unfortunately occur. I realized that I had a lot of inner child healing to do. There were many experiences from my history that were coming to the surface to be healed, though I did not know this at the time.

Remembering all that accompanied this night, I can still feel the sensations of falling into a dark abyss of bleakness. The rest of this memory fades away into blurriness now. The last part I remember about this time in my life is the morning after from which I awoke from this nightmare experience. I remember how I knew, even at the time, that I was somehow stronger because of what had happened. It felt as though I had faced some of my darkest shadows, and had done so alone. I had been through the worst experience I had ever known and come out of it alive. No other experience compared to this Dark Night of the Soul, which could only mean I had hit rock bottom. Though, I had thankfully faced some of my fears and got to the other side. I had passed the test, and now, a whole year later, I simply had to process the emotions that came with it. After this past memory emerged, I fell into a deep sleep. Sensing that much healing progress had been made this night before my travels.

Whilst I am away with the fairies in dream space now, across the globe, Ethan is just waking up to start his day. To premise, I have not yet met Ethan at this point in my life. The reason I bring him up here is that he plays a pivotal role in my future. Even as early as two years before our meeting, Synchronicity is already connecting us together somehow, unbeknownst to us both. He is a dark and handsome looking chap, with radiant eyes that charismatically captivate anyone who looks into them. He was a few years older than Kate and a profoundly spiritual man who had been on the path of revelation for a long time.

It's six am as Ethan rolls out of bed and takes stock of his slumber. He notices an intense feeling come about as if he had been run over by a bus on this night. “What on earth did I dream about?” he wonders to himself. Prepping for the day, he gets dressed and psyches himself up for another working day—one filled with the trials and tribulations of selling products in a mall store. As he drives to work, he pleads with his angels, just as he does on his drive to work every morning. Only this time it felt as though someone new was listening. ‘This cannot be all there is to my life, where do I go from here?’ contemplating this question to himself. As he turns the corner, Ethan then notices the rising sun just above the trees and begins slowly counting his mala beads one by one, taking a deep breath with each bead. Gazing into the sun, he hears a voice in his head asking him, “What is your soul truly calling for?” to which Ethan replies, “Well, it certainly isn’t to spend my days in a concrete box with no windows, day after day. There must be more that I am here to do in this life?!” 

Unbeknownst to him, this is Ethan’s last day working in sales. He finally had enough and decided it was time to move on from this tiresome job. He had no idea what was next, but miraculously, on his way out of the mall a kind fellow struck up a conversation with him. Ethan was much more equipped to allow Synchronicity to flow in his life. This coincidental conversation saved a night worth of worries as he was given a job that same week. As Ethan drove home from work that day, he heard the whispers of providence playing over in his mind again. He realized that in closing one door, a new door will always open. Even on the brink of one's own seeming destruction or extinction, sometimes the choice to move on is one of the bravest choices one could ever make. The divine timing of this breaking point, opens the door, each and every time, to something even more miraculous.

As dusk starts to appear in Canada, across the pond in England, the sun is casting its golden rays into Kate's bedroom. Subsequently, I did not remember much of what I had dreamt about the previous night. Though, I knew the reliving of my Dark Night of the Soul had helped to revive something. I felt lighter within my being, as though something had released from me. I hastily got ready for a day of travelling ahead as I was about to jump on a plane to visit family who lived abroad. Before starting my new adventure, I was planning to have a reunion in Tokyo.

Several hours later, and a fourteen-hour plane trip to Japan, my excitement seemed to vanish out of sight. I felt more triggered than ever by some of my families behaviours. After an evening spent together, we had a heated argument, and the same fearful voices in my head began to play again. I ran to the hotel I was staying at in tears, just several hours after getting off the plane. Still, I was unwilling to believe these loathsome thoughts that told me love did not exist. I remembered my previous night's trip down memory lane and recollected having I called my mother shortly after the terrible drug trip, to explain how I felt lost and depressed. The same isolation I felt back then was creeping up on me again. Having admitted to my depression, I felt isolated at being the only one seemingly facing this kind of turmoil in life. Staring blankly at the ceiling in my hotel room now, I tried to compute how I was feeling about it all—utterly lost and helpless again. Though for some miraculous reason, I had an instinct for the first time in my whole life, to ask angels for guidance. As I closed my watery eyes, I began to have a full-blown vision like no other.

This vision was a new phenomenon for me. Completely unlike anything I had experienced before, at least in this lifetime anyway. I relaxed and let go of the day’s troubles and tensions. Then I saw through my imagination, that my whole body was now ascending into the clouds. Rising so high into the air, that even the sky was no longer blue, but a magnificent, shimmering colour of pink and white. I finally found myself laying on a comfortable table, floating on a cloud within this utopian looking paradise. This place looked familiar to me but completely otherworldly. It resembled an enormous, translucent sphere, that appeared to have edges until you got closer. This space was seemingly infinite, without boundaries or an end. I began to revel in the feelings of safety and security here, and suddenly I felt the presence of others there with me.

As I looked to the right of my vision, I saw the outline of a tall woman, clasping her hands together in prayer mudra. She was incredibly elegant and a brilliant white light poured from out of her robes. I recognised this woman somehow, and asked her, without hesitation, if she was my Guardian Angel. This Lightbeing smiled, “Yes, my love, and we have been waiting for you”. I felt so encapsulated by her nurturing, motherly energy as she approached. Then I noticed another being out of the corner of my eye moving closer, he seemed to be somewhat wary of my reaction. I assured this man telepathically that I was not afraid. He came to me and stood by my side, clasping my hands tightly together. I felt a powerful, fatherly companionship with him, and breathed a sigh of relief as he kissed my forehead. A deep love stirred for them both in my heart. I embarked upon the idea that they were, in fact, my Spirit Guides.

A sincere sensation of love began to emerge and rise throughout my whole body now. Tingling my spine and cranium as the energy travelled throughout my being. My Lightbeing guides started to perform some Energy Healing on me, a type of advanced Reiki, I thought. Carefully guiding their hands over my chakras, they worked on each energy centre down the central line of my spine. I had never experienced anything so deeply blissful and tranquil in my whole life. When I awoke in my hotel room a few hours later, I felt incredibly grateful for the entire experience. It was the most magical gift of love and support. The least I could think to do was to write it all down, in order not to forget any of it.