A synchronicity from Whitstable

I was heading to Whitstable, Kent, to help some friends in their shop and took the first train from London Victoria, all was good till I decided I wanted to close my eyes for a bit to relax, meditate and rest but when I opened it again I realised I missed the change in Faversham ….. I fell asleep and lucky I didn’t wake up in Dover that would have been a long way to get back into Whitstable.

Once I reached Canterbury east I would get out and change heading back to Faversham and get the right train but checking the time I could see that I would miss it for 10 minutes and to take the next one I would have to wait 30 minutes that would make me being late, I had no choice and I was ready, I was only annoyed about the fact that being on my own that day at work nobody could open and the shop would start to trade late, waiting for the next train I remembered when two years earlier I missed my last bus back to London and spent a night in Canterbury, freezing in the Autumn cold and not wearing the right gears I walked all night till the morning to get my first train back home, that night was horrible, I had no place to stay and no more trains or buses, I tried to sleep anywhere I could where I had some walls or a roof but the cold was too much to take and that made impossible to sleep, that night I tried to sleep inside Canterbury east station but it was too open and the cold was killing me so I had no choice to just walk around all night to warm myself up, I wrote about this story and how I wished that churches that preach love and charity would have been open to accommodate homeless instead to stick to their hypocrisy and excuses to keep their castles close.

The train arrived and within myself hoped that once in Faversham I would make it to change and get to work on time, the one I had to take would leave 10 minutes before my arrival and I was ready for the next one 30 minutes later and to open the cafe’ late but guardian Angels were looking after me or this illusion we call the matrix changed the program but when I arrived I find out that the one that was supposed to leave before my arrival was late and I would have the chance to take it and get at the cafe’ on time.

I was listening to some relaxing music and ready to jump inside and as I step inside a young guy grab my harm and tells me that it was the wrong carriage and to get on the front first carriages, apparently from the speakers was announced that the train would split, one going toward Whitstable and some other carriages going somewhere else and I was getting inside the wrong one, the young man saved me from an other useless mistake/lesson that would lead to a huge delay, I run into the right place and once inside my head shout out loud …. How the kid knew I was going inside the wrong carriage? I searched for him cause I needed to know, maybe he heard me when earlier I asked info about the train, I found him ….. how did you know I was going inside the wrong carriage? He look at me lost and stutter few words saying …. Oh well I knew you were going to Whitstable, I ask, how? He look at me like if he wasn’t really there and says …… hhhh I don’t know, I knew you were going there, at that point all I could say was, thank you and I let him go.
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