Today, around 1pm, my wife suddenly had a craving for Goldfish, of all things.
When I picked my son up from school (1st grade), he was nearly in tears because his teacher did not let him eat his snack today. Can you guess what he normally gets for a snack?
There it is, a simple, microcosmic example of the interconnectedness of my wife and son. My son wanted his Goldfish snack so badly, he blasted a wave of psychic craving out into the Universe, which my wife immediately picked up on.
Pretty cool, right? Just further proof the veil is truly lifting.