Recently, something special happened to me. I have an old vase that seems to be worth around €100. The vase has a lid. So it's not really a flower vase, but we have always called it a vase. I inherited it from John. As long as John was alive, this vase was placed in a beautiful, clearly visible spot in the living room. After John's passing, I changed the living room, and I had not yet found a suitable place for this vase. I had put it up above for a while, but that didn't feel right. So I gave it a spot on the windowsill, knowing that it did not belong there. But I thought: I'll find a better place for it sometime. But that takes time, right? I just didn't get around to it. Meanwhile, the vase had been there for over half a year. In the spot where the vase was, I didn’t have to be often. Sometimes I would go there to move the curtains a bit, or to crack the window open. Nothing more happened at that spot.

Such things don't happen often, that something conveys a message. I heard another incident when I was telling someone about the fact that everything has consciousness. All matter is also consciousness, I explained. That is a very peculiar thought for people. I mentioned something about my car, that I also assume that my car is conscious and likes to know where we are going. Then that person told me that she hadn't had good access to her car for a few weeks. If the car door was locked and she wanted to use the car, it didn't work well to get into the car. The key didn't fit properly in the lock. After a little trying, it worked again. That had been the case for a few weeks. I then asked if the car might still have a defect, or if she knew anything about that.