Today is the 29th of August which is the third anniversary of Wayne Dyer’s death and I wanted to share a couple of really strange coincidences which happened to me in the past few months that have a direct link to Wayne Dyer.
When I was in my teens my mother gave me three books; Yoga, Youth and Reincarnation by Jess Stearn; Edgar Cayce on Dreams and Your Erroneous Zones by Wayne Dyer. She didn’t have a particular interest in the meaning behind dreams and she certainly wasn’t big into yoga, although she did become a big fan of Wayne Dyer. It wasn’t as though the presentation of these three paperbacks was a particularly meaningful or ceremonious occasion. In fact, I rather suspect she’d been picking over the bargains at a book sale and thought I might like them. Which I did. The yoga book, now coverless and in several pieces, started an interest in yoga which has stayed with me all throughout my life. The book about dreams remained in pristine condition until relatively recently when I had stumbled across it whilst moving and decided to read it. I found it interesting but probably not applicable to my own dreams. I now seem to have manifested three copies of Wayne Dyer’s book, Your Erroneous Zones but the original that Mum gave me is still on my bookshelf, extremely tatty from repeated reading and was the first in my collection of books by Wayne Dyer that continues to expand.
I mentioned in an earlier blog that I started meditating again and began by doing a sound meditation of Wayne Dyer’s. At the beginning of this year I discovered another meditation of his that is simply called I Am. It is mentioned in his book Wishes Fulfilled where he also talks about the work of Neville Goddard. James Twyman, the author of The Moses Code, asked sound-healing expert Jonathan Goldman to research and create tuning forks that encode the holy name of God—and then reproduce these sound frequencies in a meditation program.
At the beginning of the recording Wayne explains in a narrative that these are the words written in the spiritual literature of the Torah which is the first five books of the old testament in which God tells Moses, “This is my name forever, the name by which I shall be known for all future generations: I Am that, I Am”. I’m not particularly religious in the biblical sense and hadn’t heard of this before so I looked it up in Exodus 3 and learned that these words were said after God appeared to Moses in flames of fire from within a bush.
I didn’t think much more of it and continued to enjoy the meditation but then on February 15 a really strange coincidence occurred. That afternoon I made some notes on Wishes Fulfilled and I found the I Am meditation on Spotify and downloaded it. In the evening I caught up with some friends and afterwards came home and flicked on the television. It was tuned into TV3 which is a channel I don’t usually watch because it’s normally full of banal reality shows but this night there was a movie on. It was called Exodus: Gods & Kings. I still didn’t think too much of it – I’d missed the first part of the movie anyway but I got myself a bite to eat and sat down to see what it was like.
The hairs on my neck prickled and I got goosebumps all down my arms. I’ve got them now just writing about it. I had literally just sat down to see a burning bush and when Moses said: “Who are you”, I absolutely knew what was coming next … I am.
The next coincidence was recent and to my mind not quite so dramatic. I have become a huge fan of Anita Moorjani and I was listening to one of the audio clips on her website entitled Messages From My Dad with Special Guest Saje Dyer. Saje is Wayne Dyer’s youngest child and she was relating some wonderful stories to Anita about connections with her Dad from the other side. It was a really heart-warming discussion and she said that someone had told her that her father would connect through signs of feathers. She said she had Googled it and evidently this was a common sign from a loved one that everything is well on the other side. She went on to say how this had subsequently happened for her. I couldn’t remember ever seeing feathers or if I had it was only ever one and very rarely. Two days later I went out to my car which was parked in its usual place at the back of my work and it was surrounded by feathers.
I looked up at the sky and laughed. Dr Dyer, you have made your point. Please don’t rest in peace and keep playing these funny games.