Following the Signs to Sedona: A Synchronicity Story

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.

Whenever I visit Phoenix, I stop in to see a close friend who owns a vitamin shop. She always greets me the same way, with a wide smile and a hug that feels like home. That day was no different.

Before I left, she mentioned something. The next time I was in town, she would love to host a mediumship day at her store. I smiled and said, “Of course.” A reason to come back. A reason to see my daughter again.

A few days later I was on a plane heading home to New England.

Gray skies. Ice along the sidewalks. The kind of cold that bites your face the moment you step outside. Life returned to its rhythm. I worked during the day and spent my nights building my website, keys tapping long after the house had gone quiet.

One thought kept repeating in my mind. The website has to be finished before March.

Even as snow piled higher outside my window, Phoenix drifted through my thoughts. One winter storm at a time.

Then one evening the phone rang.

A friend was calling to ask about spiritual places worth visiting. We talked for a while, sharing ideas and possibilities, and then we hung up.

The next day my phone rang again.

“I found a conference in Sedona,” she said. “Do you want to go?”

Anyone who has lived through a New England winter knows the temptation of that question. Sedona. Red rocks. Sunlight.

Of course part of me said yes right away.

After we hung up, I opened my laptop and pulled up the conference website. Red rocks filled the screen. Speaker names scrolled past as I read through the details. I leaned back in my chair and stared at the ceiling for a moment. No single speaker jumped out at me. Am I really meant to go?

Was escaping the cold the only reason I said yes? That did not feel like enough. My budget was tight. Taking time off work and flying across the country was not exactly the logical choice.

So I did what I often do when I stand at a crossroads.

I closed my eyes and whispered a quiet intention. If I’m meant to go, show me.

The next day I returned to the conference website and looked again. One of the speaker names felt familiar. Darryl Anka. I typed his name into a social media search. I had seen his work before. He channels Bashar.

The first video appeared on the screen.

The title read one word.

Synchronicity.

I sat there and laughed out loud. The kind of laugh that comes when the universe answers you a little too clearly.

That was sign enough for me.

I called my friend in Phoenix and asked if she still wanted to host the mediumship event in her shop that same week.

“Yes,” she said.

And just like that, the pieces began to move.

See my daughter. Sedona. Phoenix.

Red rocks. Desert landscapes. New faces. Conversations I did not plan.

If synchronicity has brought me this far, I have a feeling the story is only beginning.

Why did I say yes? What am I meant to learn?

Post by post, I will take you with me on this synchronistic journey. The people I meet. The places I visit. And the moments that stop me in my tracks.