As soon as I posted my deep thoughts about in + formation = information I realized…

The universe is The Word; the one “verse”. The universe is God – omniscient, omnipotent, omnipresent – the reason we are one.

Then, for just a few moments, last week while on my way to work, I found myself stopped in the single tiny spot on my commute where I can catch a glimpse of The Sphere.

I turned to see what artwork was currently being displayed on its mesmerizing digital screen, in part because of the lyrics I was singing just before traffic stopped: “You’re eyes are tired, but keep ’em open ’cause you wouldn’t want to miss a thing.” At that moment, The Sphere was covered in swirling, meditative, galactic images that looked like star chart mandalas… and, just as I began to think about it being a sign meant for me to see, the artwork turned rainbow colored – mimicking the healing energy I had visualized that morning while meditating.

During the commute, I had (again) been thinking about the fact that I had not yet written a follow up to my previous story about MANifestation… even though, just days after I wrote it, someone stopped by the poker room looking for me when I wasn’t there. My coworker didn’t remember his name (if he gave it) and whoever it was didn’t stop by again… or call… or text. Perhaps I’m a hopeless romantic, but I think it may have been him. The cryptic physical description I got fits well enough.

And as I was thinking about all that and whether or not to write anything about it, I found myself stopped, experiencing a moment of cosmic connection thanks to The Sphere.

Traffic started moving again not long after I saw rainbows… and I moved on, looking forward to writing about the moment and where all of this leads.

Fate had me singing to my dream guy to, “come and find me,” as I pulled away. Then, for the next and final song of my commute, I sang, “Everything’s coming up aces.”

I only have one word for moments like that: Universe.

True story.