The Twelfth Insight - James Redfield [60]
“Seems to me,” Coleman continued, his eyelids looking heavy again, “that since it says you can prove the power of the Oneness Intention for yourself, you should just try it for a while.” With that, he was suddenly asleep again.
Looking out the window, I mused over the succinctness of his suggestion. In fact, it sounded like something I might have said to myself, if he hadn’t beaten me to it. Why not try it now? I thought. I quickly moved everything off my lap and walked up to the attendants’ station to ask for some more water.
Only one of the attendants was there, an older Egyptian woman with short black hair, dressed in uniform, who had served us earlier. I decided to do just as the Document said. As I walked up, I silently affirmed the intention to join higher minds.
She immediately turned around. “Need a refill?”
“Yes, please,” I replied, handing her my empty cup. “It’s going to be a long flight, huh?”
“Yes, but it’s not too bad. I crew this flight several times a week.”
She was looking at my shoulder. “Is that for me?”
I looked down and realized that I still had the copy of the Document under my arm. I had placed it there when I was moving everything so I could get out of my seat, then forgot to put it back in my pack.
“Oh, no, it’s just a copy of an old … well, just something I brought with me by mistake.”
“An old what?”
She looked at me with total earnestness, and I realized I had to tell the truth about it.
“It’s an old Document about human spirituality that people are studying right now.”
“What’s it about?”
I struggled to put it simply. “Well, it’s about how humans are waking up to the fact that we’re all spiritually connected.”
She looked down as if thinking, then said: “I’ve heard something about this. My sister’s husband is studying some writings like that. There’s a whole group of them.”
Leaning in and speaking lower, she added, “You know he usually is shy and reserved, but since he’s been meeting with this group, he’s really become quite talkative and obsessed with telling the truth.”
“That’s the same Document,” I said, somewhat surprised by the familiarity with which she was speaking to me, as if she was talking to her close friend. I couldn’t wait for the answer to my next question.
“Where does your sister live?” I asked.
“In a small town out in the desert, called St. Katherine.”
I had already known what she was going to say, but the Synchronicity still shocked me.
“You won’t believe this,” I said. “That’s where we’re going after Cairo.”
Her eyes lit up. “Really? I should give you his number. His name is Joseph.” She opened a drawer and pulled out some paper and scribbled down his complete name and telephone number.
“You know,” she continued, “I haven’t talked to him in quite a while. I’m going to call him and ask more about this Document. I’ll tell him we met on a plane.”
“Thanks,” I said, then gave her my name and number as well.
The other attendant came up at this point, so I walked back to my seat and immediately woke up Coleman and told him what happened.
“You should be used to this kind of Synchronicity by now,” he said.
“N-n-no,” I stammered. “It usually doesn’t go this fast with a stranger. A Synchronicity this on target usually takes quite a bit of time to come out in conversation, if it happens at all. Sometimes you feel led to someone, but when you try to talk, the conversation goes nowhere. Two strangers usually have to build up trust.”
Suddenly wide awake, he looked at me hard. “You did what I said, didn’t you? You tried that Oneness principle.”
I gave him an exaggerated nod yes. Coleman pulled the copy of the Document out of my hand. “Let me read this for a while.”
Which was fine with me. I wanted to spend some more time thinking. Maybe I was making too much out of the woman’s openness, but I didn’t think so. What struck me as important wasn’t so much meeting a friendly person who had a brother-in-law in the city of our destination. That wasn’t crazy unlikely. The noteworthy thing was the quality