This is a followup to the Michael channeling on both my Abandonment Monads and the Walk-out/Walk-in information I received about George. The backstory.

My birth family and I were living in Auburn, California when I was around 6. circa 1950. This included my mother, father, an older brother, myself, and two younger siblings. Auburn is about 120 miles east of San Francisco, a county seat for Placer County, and at that time had a regional population of about 5,000. My soon to be adoptive mother was a school social welfare worker, and she had contact with my family through my older brother, who was in school, at this time. When my parents decided to divorce, she offered to take me in temporarily while my mother moved to San Francisco and attempted to find work. My older brother was old enough to be a latchkey kid and the two younger siblings went to stay with my mother's brother's family in Fair Oaks. My memories are pretty hazy, but this is known history due to retelling.

During this time, discussions to adopt me took place. I do remember one last Christmas with my birth mother after the extended visit and that I was entered in school in San Francisco -- 1st grade. The decision was made to go through with the adoption that spring, when I turned 7, and I finished that school year in Auburn. At that point all contact with my birth family stopped. While I adapted and had a pretty comfortable and conventional life of the 50s, it remained a shattering experience to my self esteem -- one that continued to haunt me for years -- I'd been "given away." While I've always known that it was done for the most pragmatic of reasons, every clash reaffirmed that I wasn't worth anything. My teens were especially problematical, and when I turned 18, I headed off to San Francisco to be on my own.

I immediately tried to find my birth family, but none of the phone numbers for "Stone" found them. I let it drop. I got involved with the bar scene, became involved with the man who eventually became my first husband, had a baby out of wedlock, which I gave up for adoption, and floundered around in a state of personal self-hatred and loathing, coupled with the excesses of being Sage casted Sage. 

One day, the bar owner came in from a bright sunny day into the dimly lit bar, saw me sitting on the bar stool, and gave me a hug, and called me "Gerri." Only it wasn't me. My birth mother, Edna, had just happened to stop in at the same neighborhood bar that I frequented. Wham! Tilt! After the usual embarrassment of a misidentification, they talked and he promised to let me know the next time I was in. Contact!

This first synchronicity has been pivotal in me accepting Michael, especially about agreements and/or Guides. 

The next one happened a few years later. Another bar, another meeting. My girlfriend and I were out on the town, stopped into club, and she was immediately hit on by a smooth-talking guy. Our husband's were out of town, and we decided to come over from the East Bay and go clubbing in San Francisco. His friend and I were thrown together. When George claimed to have the same birthday as me, I insisted on seeing his driver's license. Anyway, we hit it off and spent the night talking. We met several times more, and within a couple of months, I left my husband and moved into an apartment with George in San Francisco. About six months later, I invited Edna over to meet George, and lo and behold, they discovered that they had a very small world -- both had been living in the same housing project for a number of years. He'd known my siblings, although they were in different age groups; so, weren't part of his circle of friends. I would have been but was not there.

These two synchronicities have had a huge impact on me in both the life that I've lived and on my willingness to accept that something bigger is at play than just the obvious. I can validate Essence Agreements through these.