Work wise things had not been going well for us and as we were forced by lack of funds to make a long journey in search of work that we might not find. I was a little worried that we might not be doing the right thing and could end up in a bad situation.We were heading for the town of Young in New South Wales in the hope of finding cherry picking work before moving on to Cobram.
As I was sitting in our Toyota Coaster bus pondering the question of whether or not we were still on a meaningful path, a stupid question really! I noticed that we passed a road sign that pointed down a farm track. The name
When I saw it it brought to mind old Mr's Anderson who ran a general store from the corner of an old barn on her property in Billericay when I was a child.
At the entrance to her land, to the left of the gateway there was a big stand of exotic looking Pampas grass that always caught my eye and my imagination as a child. It was to me a symbol of far exciting faraway places.
When my chain of thought on the bus took me to the word
The following morning while thinking about other things I glanced out of the bus window and caught sight of a sign on an old white painted wooden building that bore the words PAMPAS MEMORIAL HALL. Ha! there it is I thought
Excitedly I looked around me to notice that we were passing through a small settlement of farming people just before seeing the back of a big sign fast approaching us on the far side of the road.
As we passed the sign I looked back at it to see the single word
As we continued further along on the journey to Young I was contemplating ways that I may provide proof of our whole story to my Brother Gavin back in England who had maintained a total lack of response to letters that I had sent to him to try to alert him to the truth.
I wondered if synchronicity could supply me with some knowledge that he knew I could not know about by any other means. A personal secret of his or something of that kind.
The name of a secret lover for instance. I thought, what if Gavin, a married man, had a mistress.
Just as I was thinking this the bus stopped, part of a row of vehicles held up by a red traffic light. Next to the bus there was a lingerie boutique with the name of the shop diplayed all over it. That name was LISA.
When I saw this I wondered if my question had been answered. Was Lisa the name of Gavin's lover?
As the bus moved on toward the junction at the lights a car came round the corner. The personalized number plate it bore contained one word and no numbers. LISA.
This left me with a perplexing problem. What if I was wrong?
I knew that I would really mess things up with Gavin if he had no lover of that name.
Later that day we arrived in Young and stopped at a park area in the town near to some public toilets. The letter F of the word FEMALE was obscured from my view by the corner of a wall and I read it as a message that said E MAIL.
At that time I had an email address connected to a little web page that a helpful man had set up for me. I had never used email before so I asked Nick to come with me to check it out.
We were told that there was internet access at the public library.
When Nick accessed my email there was a message from Gavin's email address in my inbox.
I was surprised by this because not knowing his email address I had never emailed him before and I had never sent him my own address.
Excitedly I asked Nick to open the letter.
The message was not from my brother, it was from a friend of his, she was asking if I was the Ross Kelly that had a brother named Gavin and if so was I in
When I wrote back to her to ask her who she was she replied by telling me that Gavin had left his wife and that she was his new live in partner!
I could no longer use the LISA synchronicity as proof for Gavin so I realised that it had happened for another reason. To show me something. - That I could trust the messages I was being given on our journeys in