Repeaters and the Orchestration of Life

Published in Warrior Women with Angel Wings ~ Illuminate Your Joy
By Mija Cameto

After planning a trip around the world I found I had the expectation that a spiritual awakening would occur during this trip. But as incredible as the trip was, it did not happen. A few weeks after I was back home, I planned my usual trip of northern to southern California and back, visiting family and friends, and my favorite spots from when I lived in San Diego. Halfway through this trip I had taken dozens of times before, I had the unmistakable feeling of something like giant clock mechanisms clicking into place, moving in orchestrated synchronicity. Being in just the right place, speaking to just the right person, having just the right epiphany… I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I knew this was it. The veils were being pulled back. It didn’t happen on my trip around the world, but just after, during the most normal local trip I knew at the time.

Later on back home I walked through the lower level of a medical building and was approaching the escalator. I looked out the giant two-story wall of windows and appreciated the bright blue sky, the sharp angles of the roof lines, and then noticed the tiny white shape of an airplane at about 35,000 feet. I sensed the trajectory of the plane’s path... I curiously watched the movement of the two roof lines as I ascended on the escalator, moving visually separate from each other. My excitement grew as I witnessed the culmination of statistically improbable three-dimensional lines in space moving in correlation to each other over time... one roof line of the building I was in, the other roof line of the building wing extending away, the line I was traveling up the escalator, changing my perception of the two roof lines in relation to each other as I ascended… WHILE the trajectory line of the airplane at 35,000 feet was seemingly increasing in probability to intersect at the constantly changing cross point of the two roof lines from my constantly changing perspective from the escalator… closer and closer, changing and changing, my giddiness grew and grew until... YES!! The airplane disappeared behind the exact cross point of the two visually moving roof lines at the exact moment all three converged 35,000 feet apart, a moment before I was at the top of the escalator, and then it was all out of view! In a waterfall of excitement, I heard myself exclaim inside, “YOU GUYS FREAKING ROCK!!!” ...to... people/beings I was beginning to sense again, like non-physical best friends, but I didn’t really know. I knew that was a statistically near impossible combination of moments in time, and it was orchestrated, just for me alone on that escalator, in exactly a way I could deeply, totally geek-out appreciate... my mathematical/artistic/creative self was in excruciating joy!

Months later, my aunties and I were talking around the breakfast nook table and the subject of three legged dogs came up. I shared my astonishment and delight the first time I saw an elementary school friend’s three legged dog run across their front lawn. They shared their experiences as well. Later that day on an evening walk through the neighborhood a three legged dog ran up to us. I reminded them, “See?? That’s what keeps happening lately! Things that are unique are happening or discussed, and then repeating somehow within a day or so, like a coincidence, but it’s happening every day.”

Another time, a conversation with my then boyfriend somehow ended up mentioning a**less chaps. I honestly can’t remember the context, but within a day we were standing outside an orange stucco bar in Ensenada and some people were standing on a wooden table near the open window exuberantly celebrating a soccer game on a TV inside. One was a man in jeans and a**less chaps. “See!?! It keeps happening! Every day!“

At first it was strange, but then I was getting very confused and concerned about what it meant, and what to do about it. Am I supposed to write it down? Keep track of it?? Is the key to the universe in here somewhere??? But then I imagined the man in the movie A Beautiful Mind about a brilliant mathematician with schizophrenia that at one point ended up in a shed in his wooded backyard with papers taped all over the walls, red marker circles around details, and red yarn crisscrossing about the room to track patterns… and I decided, I don’t want that.

It continued. A new unique thing would repeat, within a day or so, about every day or so, for three years. Three years! That’s about a thousand times. I’m not sure what finally pushed me over the edge, but something shifted. I started to feel a warmth, a connection, a giddiness… like a fun conversation with a loving friend. Life is speaking with me, interacting with me. Now repeaters made me happy! Yay! There it is! There it is again! Awww, repeater! It seemed the only consistency was some sort of emotional aspect regarding the subject. And then one day, I’ll never forget the moment I realized... Life is constructed, orchestrated somehow, and I will never again have to question it. Three years is long enough to know, without a doubt, and never forget.

Years later after the birth of my child, I was spending a lot of time in a recliner while my pelvic ligaments healed. Movie marathons were normal during this time. After getting off the phone with a friend from college, where the repeaters story from years before was discussed, two separate DVDs were played that day. One was an older movie that at some point depicted Napoleon’s March on Moscow, and another was a Netflix series DVD brought over by my neighbor where a character references Napoleon’s March on Moscow. I smiled, warm and giddy, that the repeaters were alive and well, just no longer needed on a day to day basis.

Synchronicities have opened up in endless ways ever since, and the pathways of my life in hindsight have gained greater meaning. I find more and more people are openly sharing their own stories of what has become so intimately special for me... incredible spontaneous healing, cutting edge scientific support of the inside-out nature of reality, and the esoteric wisdom that has been there all along. My faith and trust in a “bigger picture” of unknowable, exquisite complexity is stronger than ever. And with more peace comes the opening for more joy, even in the midst of life’s greatest challenges, illuminating the darkness with brilliant hues of compassion, tremendous value, and Self worth, for myself and others. Joy, for me, is the magnificent appreciation of what is, and this has been my greatest healer.


ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Mija Cameto was raised fourth generation immersed in western surgical medicine, with innate talents for and deeply passionate about the human body since childhood through science, mathematics, anatomy, physiology, artistic expression, movement, bodywork, meditation, and consciousness. After decades of personal illnesses, conditions, and injuries in every system and location of her body, her teaching and consulting work are the culmination of living a synchronistic and guided path further into wellness than she could have ever imagined. It is an honor and a gift to assist others to find their own path.

Published October 2018. Click here to see book on Amazon.