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Do you believe in Sign? (Not talking about traffic signs) Me? oh yes, totally.. my day revolves around sign's and my night ends with one. Okay. That is an extreme exaggeration.
 I do believe in it but, not to the extend where I would wait for it to occur forever. It is believed by few that signs are usually sent from heaven but, to act upon it... it is our own choice
However, paying a close attention to what have been indicated to us could be a significant and the more we feel we are being directed to follow, the more we come across such instructions (Visually and audibly).
while sometimes, it becomes unbelieving obvious on coming across many such circumstances where we are made to understand what it really means, owing to the fact where we meet definite sign which eventually leads us to accept without further doubts.


Of course... not forgetting that everyone has their own understanding to handle visions and sign shown to them but, as for me i intend to go ahead with the signal given to me, not always but, maybe sometimes because, i feel Seeing is believing, and it will sound right to say that I follow instructions given to me by the universe.
For instance you go walking alone aimlessly on the road, suddenly you come across a board saying, 'where do you intend to go'? You might be  confused with that and you  starts to wonder where you are really headed to, you thank the board for awaking you from walking  away aimlessly. Or, your horoscope tell you that it will be your lucky day, so you try your hand on a lottery... hopefully you win. Would you take that as a co-incidental happening or does it really makes sense to what your Star has predicted?
Not trying to say that it is probably possible for all prediction to come true but, keeping your eye and ears open for an indication to come might be helpful.
Sometimes it tends to seem quite obvious on how things, 'nature' and for the matter even 'dreams' can tell you so many stuffs which you will later encounter in life.
My friend asked me on how dreams are often so amazing and she inquired on how some of the dreams which we see, actually happens in real. I agreed with her with the simplest answer and said 'dreams are nothing but, visions, and it later tell us stuffs which we are likely to encounter later in life'. 
And, maybe that is how it is supposed to work,  because some dreams which i had when I was a child seemed to be occurring now (Amazing right) .
No wonder, the things you see around usually reflects back on our dreams and vise versa.
Now I am amused on how some 'Sign' can be so obvious in helping us recognize what is going to happen... well, i bet it is the universe way of showing us the way which we are likely to come across. Sooner or later.

                                                                M.Kikon
 


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