On Thanksgiving Day, 2013, I was at the Atlanta airport waiting for my flight to Sedona. As I was walking the Delta terminal, a young man who had similar features as my Son, Wesley, walked right across my path. This happened so fast! He just seemed to disappear in a flash. No way I could not notice him. My Son died January, 2005 in Louisiana in car crash. This time of year I really miss him.
I was so startled when I saw only three CAPITOL letters on top left front of his plain white tee shirt! The Capitol letters: "WWP"... I had a few minutes to reflect on the encounter after boarding the plane, waiting for the rest of passengers to board.
First of all, I wasn't sad this time. I found myself smiling at what are the odds that could happen? Then, of course, I realized I missed him so much, but no tears this time. And when I arrived in Sedona early evening on Thanksgiving, the restaurant in the hotel had chosen to stay open and serve the traditional Thanksgiving meal.
I was alone and tired from a long day of traveling, now sitting in a crowded restaurant. BUT I felt quite content to enjoy my meal, remembering all the Thanksgivings I was blessed to share with my Son. And I had so many good memories.
These are my Son's initial, first, middle, and last name. Some of his friends used to call him "WWP". In 1991 I moved to Arkansas and changed my driver's license to my maiden name since I was divorced from his father in the 1970's. I don't have much of a record of family genealogy and "Wyles" is a name seldom seen in my travels. I wanted to reclaim my birth name.
My Son and his two sons used to drive about 13 hours to visit me when I lived in Arkansas for Thanksgiving. I took a lot of holiday photos of those times.
I told my daughter about my experience. She said we should accept this as a sign Wesley is showing me he is still visiting me on Thanksgiving. I feel comfort in chance encounters such as this that reminds he is with me.
I shared this experience with friends. One of those friends sent a reply telling me as I sent the email about my chance encounter to her, she was reading a book that was describing exacting what I had experienced at the airport. This is the title of that book: "The Seven Secrets of Synchronicity"
And about two days later, I was standing at the hotel spa reception desk chatting with the female employee about this airport encounter. Through tears in her eyes, she told she was reading a book that described my experience as a synchronicity. She opened a closet door behind her to get the book, while telling me I could borrow it to read if I wanted it.
When I was able to see the book cover, I began laughing out loud. I told her a friend who lives in Washington State was telling me about the same book! I had already ordered it as a Kindle book. It was in my IPad library. So much synchronicity! While I was having the airport encounter, a woman in Washington State and Sedona, Arizona were reading the same book about synchronicity! And I was an example of synchronicity being explained in the book that both of the women were reading at the same time I was in the airport.
To each of you reading this....hug your loved ones a little tighter; tell them how much you love them. Time we have is so precious.
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As a spiritual and psychic medium, Verniece Wyles touches your mental and emotional health with her energy medicine. Clients come from Los Angeles, California to Orlando and Miami in southern Florida, north-central and northwestern Arkansas and southern Missouri to Chicago, Illinois. Many clients come from Louisiana, specifically New Orleans as well as Sedona, Arizona and Santa Fe, New Mexico. Clients also live in New York, Boston, St. Louis, and Kansas City.