There are forces, signs from the universe, that communicate with me often. Whether you call it Gods, The Universe, or Chi, it speaks to me in ways I can prove.

For example, I have a lifelong history with UFO sightings and feel like my soul isn’t from here. Well, recently, a coworker gave me a McDonald’s Monopoly ticket, which was for Kennedy Space Center, bypassing her own best friend who was sitting between us at work to give it to me, of all people. While I was sharing this with a friend, I noticed it was 10:10 on 10/10.

Then, just as I was about to publish this post on Facebook where I posted it first, I observed that it was 7:07 on my phone. The holiest of numbers; one cannot fabricate such a coincidence.

There’s so much more evidence I’ve gathered that the universe speaks in a language we can understand. For example like when my esthetician told me about her UFO sighting