What does it feel like to follow a sign and watch the pieces of a puzzle slide quietly into place? I call it synchronicity. Follow the signs to Sedona with me as this synchronicity story unfolds in real time, one moment and one unexpected connection at a time December 2025. Phoenix. My daughter and I spent time together in the warm desert air. No coat. No gloves. No boots. Just sunshine, warmth, and open sky. After weeks of New England cold, the desert felt like a deep breath

Hi. I am Alicia. I live and work where synchronicity and mediumship meet. Synchronicity Sweetheart was born through exhaustion and truth telling. I was doing everything the medical system asked. More appointments. More labels. More pills. My body kept whispering no. My soul kept saying look elsewhere. I respect medicine for what it offers. It did not offer what I needed. I always knew I was wired differently. I sensed shifts before others felt them. I read emotion before peop

It was in one such place that my synchronicity journey began. I am neurodivergent Does that mean I am abnormal? Life spun out of rhythm. I could not eat. I could not sleep. Then the opposite arrived. I ate too much. I slept too long. My body moved between extremes with no pattern I could understand. One day I felt useless. I kept asking the same question. Why can life not return to the way it was before? Back to normal. Then a quiet thought entered my mind. Was my life ever n

My intention is set. I allow life to move with no expectations. It feels magical. Things fall into place with ease. Like a well worn jacket that fits my shape. The zipper glides. The warmth holds me. The Universe plays a symphony in the background, each moment timed with precision. That is synchronicity. I do not force it. I do not challenge it. I let go. It feels frustrating at times. I want to steer it. I want to push for what I think should happen. Doing so creates

I stood in the doorway and watched everything I owned disappear into an oversized moving van. Boxes slid across the hardwood floors, their hollow sounds echoing through the rooms. What remained was more than empty space. It was the soft closing of a chapter I had built one careful piece at a time. The house was a relic. A true Sears home ordered from the Sears and Roebuck catalog in the 1930s and assembled on the land when it arrived. When we moved in, it was dark and negl

It was the summer of 2012. I was serving the Vermont State Spiritualist Association. I had been on the road for months and returned to Vermont. Fresh air. Steady energy. Emerald mountains rising in every direction. I walked up to the stage. My hands trembled. My nerves fired before I spoke. My mind filled with instructions. Do not fall. Do not shake. Look above the audience, not into their eyes. I cleared my throat and began. My lecture centered on synchronicity an

There is a quiet kind of joy that rises when you say yes to the universe. It is simple and tender. You follow the signs, you set your intention, and then you wait for that small voice within to speak. Sometimes it is faint. Sometimes it is firm. Sometimes it surprises you. I keep waiting for the dramatic thunderbolt version. It has not arrived yet, although I think it would add a bit of flair. What I do know is this. When you listen, life responds. And often it responds in wa