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Having a life closely aligned to miracles and grace certainly doesn’t mean I receive everything I want. Nor does it mean that I get to win the lottery, though I still see that somewhere in my future. (Don’t we all?) What it does ensure is that I somehow, wondrously, magically receive exactly what I need, when we need it the most – including some once in a while, additional, awe-inspiring surprises.

If you ever wondered what a miracle aligned life looks like, here is an example of being in the flow, aligned to the Tao of Miracles. Forget the fact that in the few weeks prior, my boyfriend grabbed a once or twice used vacuum from an apartment move-out, placed next to a nearby waste dumpster that still had the book and warranty with it, because he knew I needed a vacuum. It turns out that the vacuum was the same brand and color and exact picture of the one that I was holding in my Amazon cart, ready to purchase the next morning once payday hit. He knew none of that. The model number of the one he delivered to me was a bit more expensive – meaning it had more sturdy parts than the one I was about to buy though everything else was the same.

Later that week I had a fleeting thought that it would be nice to have one more air conditioner in the house for the summer. I didn’t consider it a need, just a ‘nice to have’ because I could have gotten by without it, and I never thought about it again. A week or so later I went to a nearby town after work where I often go to get exercise, and on the street not far from where I parked was sitting a perfectly good (used) air conditioner with a sign on it to find a new owner. It was the exact brand and model of one of the ACs that was already running in the house. It worked perfectly, and it was already cleaned so well I couldn’t add to it. It is so much easier to cool the whole house now!

These two little manifestation miracles seem pretty simple; perhaps the Universe didn’t have to work too hard to deliver them. My boyfriend and I just had to show up at a timely pace, and the people who were donating to us had to be moved into action at more or less a specific time to deliver the things that were needed. It’s still mind-bendingly fantastic that this happens so often, but it doesn’t seem to be as complex as having the dog-sitter’s father (my father’s doppelganger) show up on my doorstep two years to the day and hour that I last saw my father alive, (https://milenapowell.com/miracle-2-the-doppelganger-at-my-doorstep/) which seemed much more impossible, as did being kicked across the country against my will to manifest my perfect boyfriend (https://milenapowell.com/miracle-4-how-i-was-delivered-the-perfect-partner-a-miracle-of-manifestation/) or the first miracle that saved my life, in advance which was the most mind bending of all. (https://milenapowell.com/miracle-1-my-first-major-miracle-that-changed-everything-i-thought-i-knew/)

Yet there is a better example, one of two more recent synchronistic/miracle style experiences that also seem to infiltrate my life regularly that are a more complex chain of events – and I can’t always decipher where the miracle begins because now it is so normal in my life.

I had taken my car for an oil change and inspection at a near-by shop that I had been going to for the past year and a half. They seemed pretty trustworthy so far, but my intuitive nature kept me on the lookout because energetically something was amiss.  For whatever reason, I decided I didn’t have enough time to do the inspection that day, and said I would come back again. When I checked out, they told me that my rotors on my front tires had rust, and I would need that work done before my car would pass inspection. Hmm, I thought… my brakes seem to be working just fine.

There it was- the feeling I had all along – that at some point, they would try to get some more expensive work out of me than oil changes and inspections. So I knew I was going to get a second opinion.

The next week I was in the car, paused in a parking lot with the AC running for a few minutes and smelled burning. I hoped it was outside my car, but had a sinking feeling it was not external. Three days later as I left my office for the 45 minute drive home, the dashboard lights went on and I raced to the nearest auto parts store to check the battery or buy one of those devices that my dad always owned, to check the current coming out of the alternator.

The man behind the counter told me, “Don’t bother. It’s the alternator.”

I knew he was right. Because I was doubtful about my current auto mechanic, I asked if he knew a good mechanic. Yes he did, and he worked at the place. He also assured me they would try to fit me in the next day, and I could wait for my car. He even told me the price of the part, because I complained it was going to be an expensive job. I went home and checked their reviews. 5 stars all the way. Wow, that was lucky I thought! It was just a little farther South than I would have checked in my area, and I would have likely missed it searching online.

Early the next morning the same man answered the phone, and as promised, got me an appointment the next afternoon, even though it was a busy day for them.

I wasn’t worried about how I would pay for this, because if I have learned one thing through all of my miracles is that the Universe provides, but I was surprised to see an email from a credit card notifying me I had a $900 credit line increase in my inbox waiting for me that evening. Great, I thought. I’ll pay for the alternator and still have some left over so it will be good for my credit score.

The next day as I am on the way to get the repair work done, the entire car dies. I call the mechanic and ask them to send a tow truck. It won’t run because the alternator has blown out the battery completely.  Once arrived and safely sitting inside the waiting area, I notice that the TV happens to be playing – not the news or a TV show, but an odd, random series on Netflix – and more specifically one of the middle episodes – that I just happened to watch two evenings earlier. I get to pick up the show exactly where I left off.

Then I look across the street from the mechanic’s shop, and see that there is the same chain of auto parts stores that I wandered into on my way home from work. I ask the man why he was at the store I visited, rather than the one near this job, and he tells me they needed him to go close the other store; he wasn’t even supposed to be there when I visited.  As I am watching my Netflix series, I am called to the counter so they can tell me about the diagnosis of my car. Alternator. Battery too. Tow truck. And, because they have it off and it is a good time to change it, they recommend replacing the belt. The grand total is $899 and some change. There goes my entire credit card increase, with just a few cents left over.

My mind is blown, but of course it shouldn’t be; this kind of thing happens often. Yet somehow the magnificence of the Universe feels new every single time it shows its glory. I no longer feel disappointed that I can’t seem to get ahead, or have nothing left over to save, but am in full gratitude that I am taken care of every single time!

“Great,” I tell them. “Did you happen to speak to my credit card company last night?”

They were as surprised as I was about the number on my credit card increase as well as the Netflix episode, and recommended I play the lottery the next day. (I did.  Dang, why doesn’t the Universe that provides everything else, send me that winning lottery ticket! There must be more lessons for me to lean and people to share with before I retire and disappear from the world with my riches!)

“Hey, while you have the car up, can you look at the brakes and tell me if you see any problems? I have to get an inspection soon.”

“Yeah I saw your sticker… I was going to comment,” said the mechanic. “No problem, I can take a look at them for you.”

The mechanic came back a bit later and told me my brakes are fine. A tiny bit of rust on the front rotors, but nothing that would hinder passing inspection, there was plenty of thickness (clearance?) – whatever the proper term was. Ah, I found my new mechanic!

My final bill did come out a bit less once the work was done, but thinking about this ongoing chain of tiny events, adding up to miracles and synchronicities was definitely interesting! Why was the Netflix episode so personally synchronized as well? Did the Universe think I might miss all of the synchronicities because I have become used to my life working like this? Or was it also playing along, taunting and teasing me with one more personal, odd and unlikely detail to blow the experience out completely, simply because it could? Or because it knows I have caught on, and that I would appreciate its humor, and this was a wink and a nod in my direction? Or maybe it’s for the jaded reader who thinks the rest of the story was not so special after all…and they needed one more detail to understand how amazing our reality actually is.

Regardless, and best of all, the Universe helped me find my new mechanic and provide means to pay for the expensive work I had to get done on the car, both exactly when and how/how much I needed. These are what every day miracles look like, when we remain in the flow, with no expectations other than trust, surrender, and belief, that the Universe will provide. The miracle the next day was even more profound, but relied a bit more on my intuitive abilities, so we’ll leave that for another story.